Stray Dogs Anime Novels & Stories

It wasn’t like anything we’d heard before. I turned the handle slowly, pushing the door open just a crack. My heart pounded in my chest. As I peered out, I saw something small and moving. I stepped back quickly, my finger tensing on the trigger, but then I froze. A stray dog. It was a small, scruffy-looking dog with matted fur, sitting by the door and wagging its tail. Its big eyes stared up at us, a mix of confusion and curiosity. “Nooo… throw that thing away,” Bishop muttered, clearly annoyed.

“I was just making a guess. Marriage, huh? So where did she come from?” “We don’t know, Your Majesty,” Gareth admitted. “Emmett said she was a stray. Back then, she had scars all over her body and she appeared to have been through an ordeal…” His voice trailed off and his lower lip trembled. Stray. Stray was just a mild word for rogue. Gareth was right to look terrified. Accepting werewolves into a Pack without a clear background was a serious offense. If they’d admitted a stray all those years ago, it was clear this remote Pack was just as careless as I’d initially assumed.

Sniffing the air, I immediately knew who the scent belonged to. A stray dog? I almost chased after the sound, but I didn’t have much time to act because six stray dogs appeared in front of me, smiling through their teeth while their dark eyes stared at me from head to toe.

She clearly heard her saying to the dog, “Puppy, where is your mother? Are you looking for your mother? Look at you, you’re so hungry that you can’t stand straight. Come, let me give you my pancake to eat. You must find your mother after eating. How pitiful is a child without a mother? If your mother can’t find you, she certainly also would be very anxious. Here you go. Quickly have some pancakes. After you’ve finished eating, you will have the strength to walk and you can go look for your mother.” After saying that, Hana tore up the pancake into small pieces for the puppy to eat. Aino, who had just gotten out of the car, had seen it clearly. “Mom, that woman was so nice to a stray puppy. Ho

Not the first time, actually, but when she first came into the living room, she had noticed something on the floor, but she could not have guessed it was a puppy. It was a little Pomeranian, with a orange brown coat and white undersides. The puppy looked like one round ball, because of it’s abundant fur. Mackenzie had to admit that it looked so cute, like the perfect furry friend Calista could have. Felicity explained, “It seems to be a stray dog. It got injured and Calista found it, and helped it . She was insistent on taking care of the puppy , so we treated it and tried to take it to an animal shelter, but it was too crowded in there. Maybe we can find a family to adopt this cute little g

Davien nudged Ansel warningly, but I could only chuckled, rolling my eyes to another direction as if Cain was invisible to me, even though he was standing right in front of me. He wears his usual mischievous and sickening grin as he chews a gum loudly, his hands packed in his pocket. “I can’t believe that bitch was right. And this only shows the reason why you were able to hide from me all these months. Congratulations.” “I think I heard a dog barking in the distance,” I glared at Cain, my anger, hatred, resentment, resurfacing like a fuse, “Right, Ansel?” “Yes, and this one doesn’t have a tail, neither a collar nor an owner. Just a stray, a total eyesore.”

So, she could not help but ask. Keegan squatted down and knocked on a little metal bowl on the ground. A second later, a white ball appeared and dashed toward Keegan's leg. It chirped and flipped around to show its belly as a sign of happiness. Stella was shocked but when she took a closer look, she saw a white stray dog with a pinch of black hair on its head. Keegan put on a pair of gloves, took out some meat jerky from his pocket, and put it in the bowl. The stray instantly sat up and ran over to eat the jerky.

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."

I couldn’t see anything. “Show yourself and don’t be a coward,” I said. “Unless you are a coward.” The leaves danced and a wolf appeared from behind me. It growled and looked at me with its yellow eyes. An Alpha in this part of the town. This is my pack. “What do you want? What are you doing here?” I asked and we gently traced each other’s tails in a circle. “I am a stray,” it said. I laughed. An Alpha, a stray? “What are you looking for here? This place doesn’t belong to you. Find somewhere else. I am very territorial.” It wasn’t just words. I stopped going in circles and growled, gritting my teeth.

They seem too big though for stray dogs and to move that fast… Ella shook her head. Of course, they were strays. Two big stray dogs running around the city at night. Unless those dogs are rabid or extremely territorial, she need not worry, Ella thought. If there was anything that she should be wary of, especially in the city, it was humans not stray animals. She reached the spot where she thought she saw the stray dogs run past and looked at the direction where they disappeared. There was an alley, but without a streetlamp nearby, it was impossible to tell if the dogs were still there. Ella walked on, her steps gaining speed.