Skull Dog Novels & Stories

One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out. The moment it locked onto me, eyes glowing that eerie, hungry green. It let out a snarl and lunged. I didn't flinch. Not because of the OP loot my family gave me—this time, I came armed with something better. Right before its jaws hit my throat, I whipped out my secret weapon: A mega-sized chicken drumstick. "Go! Drumstick!" I chucked it. The hellhound stopped mid-lunge, instantly shifting back to its true form—three drooling dogs barreling after the meat.

The cool afternoon breeze swept my curly hair into my face. A group of seniors were playing football nearby. I sat alone, headphones on my ears, staring at the face I had sketched in my sketchbook five years ago. A face I liked to stare at to fuel my anger and hatred for people.

Panicked, the man tried to call the Police, but when he turned on his cell phone, he saw no signal in the area. "Fuck." He then got the dog into the car and drove away, heading for the nearest police station. -- "A skull was found in a lake several tens of kilometers from Casablanca, the lake which is now shrinking makes a skull whose identity has not yet been identified appear to the surface. This skull was first discovered by a resident who was walking with his dog." The TV sound echoed in the room containing Richard and several of his subordinates. Anna was no exception. They are currently enjoying instant noodles cooked by Anna. Instant noodles are Richard's favorite food, and he likes i

Linux raised a glass to Sahara. Sahara was overjoyed, but she still stayed calm on the surface, and she inquired after the well being of him and his pets. Linux had brought a big yellow dog over. His dog was very well groomed, and with Pourl's collar on its neck, it looked low key luxurious. At this time, he was lying silently at Linux's feet and dozing quietly. "Wow, this Akita dog is so beautiful. Looking at its coat and appearance, it must be the offspring of a rare dog breed." Sahara praised the dog enthusiastically.

The dogs kept on looking at Jai and he couldn’t stay calm from their gaze. “Um, hi?” Jai greeted them. But they didn’t even flinch. The little girl giggled beside him and started pointing one by one to the dogs around them. “All of them are boys. This is Kiki, he is a Koshi beast. This is Olsen, he is a moonwolf. Lastly, Hugo, he is a Bronzaback Direwolf. He is the boss from these two, but they are very good friends with each other. We are a pact.”

Slowly pouring the water, he watched the wolf lap at the bottle’s opening. “Not too much. I don’t know if you have a concussion. Too much, and you might throw up whatever is in your stomach. Do you feel dizzy?” He felt weird waiting for a response from an animal. But he knew this was Yolanda, even if his brain was having a hard time completely leaping knowing and believing. Ian hoped that he’d seen correctly that Yolanda’s head shook no. “Nauseous?” No. “Sleepy?” No. “Headache?” Her head cocked to the side. In the dim light, he saw the sarcastic look in her eyes. Now he knew she didn’t lose herself in her wolf form. Her personality was still a part of her.

My strength quickly returned and stopped hurting me. "You can't kill me!" - the freak laughed, standing in front of me literally two steps away. The headache began to recede. Give me one reason not to! I snapped. While I was lost in doubt, a window shattered behind me, and a black wolf jumped into the room, followed by a demonic image of a huge white beast. Well, that was the end of the show!

Horns curled from his head in polished black, elegant rather than monstrous. Tyrel's jaw dropped. “W-Wait—WHAT? That’s Cerberus?!” Tyrel sputtered, using both hands to point because one wasn’t enough. “Where are the three heads?! The dog heads?! The fangs?! The drool?!” Slowly, once, Cerberus had blinked at him. Then smirked. “My, my. Cute little mortal has quite the imagination.” Tyrel flushed so red he almost combusted. “I-I’m not mortal. Not...anymore -and that’s not -- I mean -- You’re supposed to be, you know-- beastly!”

The thin bone cracked under my heel. Kaelen howled and got upright, but his left arm hung useless at his side. The crowd shifted, sensing the turn. He shifted. His wolf was small and nondescript — some indeterminate color between brown and gray — and he was already limping on three legs as he snarled at me across the grass, apparently unaware that he was missing most of his lower incisors. He launched himself and closed his teeth into the flesh of my thigh, ripping a wide gash through the muscle.

Cori “The women do not leave your sight,” Dax said to Skull for the fifth time. The poor man had no idea what he was walking into. Skull was somewhere in his forties with a beard full of white hair. His old lady was a hair stylist though Skull was bald like Duke and didn’t need her services. He’d stuck with Dax when Dax took over the club. I’d never mistaken the cuddly bear for anything other than what he was. Killers R Us would hire him.