Skull Dog Novels & Stories

Skull mocked. I inwardly scoffed. She could reject us, she could laugh in our faces, then never want to see us again! Skull laughed at me. Dude, you are such a girl! Skull, she is human, they don't see things the way we do! Sure, she accepts us as her boyfriend, but there is no telling if she will be so accommodating once she sees that we are not completely human. I don't think that I could survive a rejection. I have been waiting for so long for my mate! This conversation was doing the complete opposite to my anxiety than I had expected! Skull, this isn't helping! I need to calm down.

When Saffron opened her eyes the following day, there was a scowl on her face. She closed her eyes again, wondering if she could go back to the dream she had just awoken from, and what a dream that was. Saffy never remembered her dreams, but there was no way she was going to forget this one. It had played out like a blockbuster film starring Superheroes. Jack Goldsmith and a whopping giant-sized silver-coloured dog. Not so much Wolverine, more like the overall champion dog at Crufts dog show. It was a silly dream as Jack, and the dog seemed to merge into one. The animal was rolling around on his back on the lawn.

A loud crack echoed throughout his body as he was sent flying across the open space before landing with a pair of thuds on the ground. Exhausted, Samson’s body screamed at him. Every movement of his arm, his leg or even his head sent his body into a permanent state of trembling, forcing him to lay still. He watched with one eye open as the creature slowly moved towards Selena, the saliva dripping down its jaw again. BOY!! Skull’s voice echoed in his head. The solar bonds prevent the wolf from coming out, not its spirit, Skull reasoned. “Sounds… stupid… what do I have to do?” Samson whispered.

You'll see what I do to folks like you'. Faster than a cheetah will, the wolf began to accelerate towards them. From behind, it sprung on one of the unsuspecting ghouls and took it down with its paws. When on the ground, the wolf drove one of its paws into the head of the ghoul and there was a loud crack like a few bones had snapped out of position but Harold knew that instead of that, the skull of the ghoul was fractured to say the least.

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.

A severe headache overwhelmed him ' Get up ,' said Mars harshly, but he couldn't even open his eyes because of his sudden weakness 'If I lose my girlfriend, I swear I will kill you' He screamed loudly as Zayn quickly sat down when his wolf easily controlled him due to his weakness His eyes turned deep black and he took complete control of him A loud snarl came from him and whoever sees it will know that he is not human despite his appearance He stopped and ran very quickly towards her Use a high smelling edge, as it preserves its smell He stood in front of her solitary prison, broke the lock violently to enter, and his claws popped up in anger when he saw her condition

The thick, heat-shielded blast doors of the pod blew outward, tumbling across the ruined road. A thick, viscous green gel spilled from the pod, pooling on the hot asphalt. And then, the Hound stepped out. It was a nightmare sculpted from human DNA. It stood nearly eight feet tall, its musculature grotesquely swollen and hyper-dense. Its skin was not flesh, but a overlapping lattice of pale, bone-white cartilage and dark, metallic scales. It had no eyes, only a smooth, sloping dome of thick bone protecting its brain. Deep, jagged gill-like slits lined its neck, flaring aggressively as it processed the chemical and thermal signatures of the air.