Skull Dog Oc Novels & Stories

A bellow - deep, wet, monstrous. My breath locked as the creature lumbered out. Holy hell. It stood taller than a horse, chest like a slab of living muscle, arms ending in claws too long to be natural. Its legs were wolf-like but thicker, hooved at the ends. And its head... A bull skull. Literal bone. Hollowed. With flames flickering in the empty sockets. The thing exhaled, and the air tasted like rotting leaves and nightmares. Mara clapped her hands once, delighted. “Pretty, isn’t he? Took ages to bind a spirit to this body. Very stubborn creature. But worth it. He hates Lunas… especially you, Clara.”

As it got closer, Blake could see the creature more clearly. The body was that of an oversized dog, no more of a wolf, with its straight and seemingly sharp black hair. There was a skull in the shape of a dog in place of its head with no eye sockets or mouth to be seen but a crack along the center of the skull. The creature was moving its head from side to side, and then the center of the skull head opened. Within were what looked like red membranes, and a mighty sonic shriek was heard from the opening. It reminded Blake of a movie he once saw with a similar animal called a Shrieker.

It struggles and shrieks as it draws closer towards Kaen. " Hurrgh!!" Kaen growled as he used all his power. Black liquid flows out of the Flungoues and was absorbed into the petal tainting it black. Out from all the black liquid fell out a white short fur, long ear, long tail, round small face dog..... With golden circles around the tip of his ears that were connected to its head. It the same size as a cat... What the heck?! Hikaru walks up towards it and shoves it into a small cat cage.

"It's human, not a hound at all." I hear what he says and it finally triggers my brain. The short neck, arms extended to the sides not under, legs extended straight down. How the neck meets the spine and continues downward almost fluidly. The rotated pelvis. My gaze travels back to his head. The skull isn't human, it's elongated to hold the number of huge teeth in its mouth. A twisted thought almost sickens me. "A dog bred with a human," I say out loud. Just thinking it was bad enough. Giving voice to such a travesty is almost more than I can handle.

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.

Fifteen years ago, Victor Stone was standing in the shadows the exact night the Okoye Bloodline estate went up in flames. Fifteen years could alter a wolf's face, but I possessed a lethal gift for identifying predators purely by their skeletal frame and posture. I was dead certain the Victor on the screen was the exact same male I had witnessed watching my family burn. When the Okoye fire blazed, a massive crowd of vultures had gathered to watch our downfall, and Victor had been lingering among them. Just a five-year-old pup at the time, I had been terrified out of my mind in the blazing chaos. With so many wolves milling about, most faces had faded into white noise. But Victor? He had stood

"Row Four gate failure! The shadow-hound is loose!" My head snapped toward the noise. Out of the dark, dusty mouth of the eastern tunnel burst a Razor-Tusk Shadow-Hound. It wasn't a full Alpha war-beast, but a wild, mid-tier predator captured from the jagged crags of the northern wastes. The creature was the size of an iron forge-anvil, its skin covered in sleek, midnight-black scales instead of fur, with twin ivory tusks curving from its lower jaw. Its yellow eyes were wild, bloodshot, and frantic, driven into a rabid frenzy by the suffocating smell of silver blood, white smoke, and the roaring noise of ten thousand screaming wolves.

"I found it on the black market. It's supposed to be the skull of an ancient empress, unearthed by tomb raiders! It cost me my entire savings!" Diana: ... "That cost you fifty hundred thousand?" "Yes! It was originally priced at five hundred thousand, but the seller liked me and gave me a 5% off!" Mitbahl carefully put on gloves and gently removed the skull from the bag. "The texture, the shape, the weight—it's just like my little Bone， so I call it little little Bone~" He inspected the skull closely. "Good thing it didn't get damaged..." Crack! A fracture appeared on the skull.

He was terrified, not only of the invisible dogs but the child. The menacing barks could be heard as we watch dog slime dripping on the bone man's face. He screamed then we saw his legs being pulled from his body. The bones cracked and crunched until they disappeared into the bellies of the invisible dogs. "Are they eating him?" Zander asked. "Yes," Isis gulped. Skully attempted to free himself, but the dogs were too strong and without his scythe, he was just a helpless bone man. The dogs chomped and chomped until all that was left was his skull. "I will be back!" he cried.

Probably an arm and a leg, and maybe even a head… I froze… That scent…it was that scent, the scent of him mixed with mine, bolder than it was in the office… Which was impossible, Omega's sense of smell wasn't as strong as Alpha's, but there was no way I couldn't have caught a whiff outside the door and… Except he was wearing a suppressant. But suppressants were for omegas. Claimed bitten omegas. The memory of my canines grazing his neck…filled my head. Shit.