Skull Dog Oc Novels & Stories

But the dog didn't seem to be in pain. Kyron flipped through the air. He used the rock wall as his footrest, then he jumped right over the giant dog's nape and slashed its head so that it rolled onto the ground. Kyron landed proudly on his two goat-like legs. He grinned arrogantly. "Looks like it's quite easy to defeat this monster," said Kyron proudly. The dog's body did not fall to the ground but remained stiffly upright. “Wait! Something off!"

Weight: 90 to 155 kilograms Color and appearance: A narrow, black skull with the horn-like bony outgrowths on the back of the head. The black color runs from the head over the chest down to the belly, and then gradually merges into the orange-red, long outer skin. Due to its unusual coloring, it is often referred to as the sunset animal. Strong, short body with long stocky legs. Character: Very social in the pack. Characteristics: wooden claws that are supplied with poison by glands. The poison paralyzes the prey

Not when he's looking at me like that, like her, like I don't matter. I pause beyond his reach. Visible again to the crowd and they gasp and murmur. Many are surprised they couldn't follow my movements, others question how an omega can move this fast. Practice, that's how. Years of it. The scouts favor speed and stealth above strength and now their members get to see mine on full display. Just what I needed. Now I just need to survive this. “Tear her throat out!” one wolf snarls. “Make her beg,” says another.

Its skull faced upward, jaws open not in hunger but in warning. Between its teeth rested a single old collar made of star iron. The collar pulsed with Fenrir's moonlight. Katherine stopped. Olivia whispered through her earpiece, "That is not the First Alpha." Katherine already knew. The skeleton was not voting. The collar was. On the collar, in black ink, the Tail had written: PROPERTY OF SOURCE: FIRST ALPHA PROXY. Katherine's anger went cold enough to become useful. "Found it," she said. Aaliyah said, "Great. Is it killable?"

Oritz said with a half smile across his mouth. Natalie knew about her brother's dislike for her so she didn't react. Handogan continued talking, "Although, this time, something weird has happened. The Skull pack has decided to come along." Natalie gasped in fear, and so did the rest. Although, the Deadbolt pack were seen as the strongest(mostly because of their number), the Skull pack were known for their wickedness and bloodthirstiness. Handogan was aware of the dangers involved but he couldn't break tradition by not going, apart from that, Yvonne Ney was almost like a sister to him, and took the role of mother for his children, he had to honour her burial.

The only way to bring them down was to kill Jade. My eyes widened as a large form ran past and jumped on Delta John. He fell down before the large mud creature’s teeth came down on him. Blood spurted out around him everywhere as the creature put its weight on him. He dropped it’s head down to the ground and shook it as it played with Delta John as if he were a toy. I gasped as the dog lifted it’s head, a small ball fell from his jaws, and rolled on the ground. A head. Delta John’s head came to a stop and unseeing eyes stared up at the sky. The dog’s eyes glowed yellow as it burrowed forward. It had to be at least twenty-five feet tall. It crushed people as it ran, leaving blood puddles behin

I recognized the sickly-sweet scent of decay clinging to its curved body. This skeletal creature was the one that had been hunting Draco and me days ago. Its beady eyes, sunken into its head, were trained on me. The twisted horns growing from its skull were bloody, caked with bits of flesh that made my stomach turn. A flat tongue, wide at the base and skinnier towards the tip, flicked out of its mouth and revealed a set of grotesque teeth. They were chipped and cracked, some sharpened into fine points that made my entire body ache.

But not a human skull; nor that of animal creature known to most of man. No, because this skull, is decorated with a pair of horns, curved ever so slightly. The only time Brandon has ever seen a pair of horns of such shape, on any creature, is- Perseus lets out a low noise, then, something wounded and devastated and shattered, at the same time the realization comes to Brandon: -a dragon. There is no sound in the world, quite like that of a dragon’s heartbreak.

"Put the gun away and back off." He doesn't move, so this time, I take him by the arm, easing him backwards. The pitch is low. Whatever's producing the sound is big. As we retreat a few steps, the owner of the sound emerges. And he's a whopper. Black, with ginger face markings and eyebrows, this dog could be cast as 'Hellhound of the Year'. A Rottweiler, he crouches, body hanging low, ears laid flat back. His eyes are white-rimmed and his lips pulled back to display ranks of pristine teeth.

A sketch catches my eye, and my breath stutters. The creature on the page has the sections of bone jutting through its skull and shoulders, drawn in sharp, jagged lines. Its eyes are illustrated as glowing red orbs, and its mouth is filled with long, protruding fangs, exactly like the ones that snapped inches from my face. Each hand is sketched with three elongated, razor-sharp claws, curved like sickles. It looks almost exactly like the thing that attacked me. Almost. It is not canine-shaped like the one we encountered. This one has long legs and looks more like a human-size creature and shape.