Stray Dogs Book Novels & Stories

“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.

My movement was restricted and guards watched me day and night. My heart began to thud loudly in my chest when I heard some movement around me. From the squeaking and hissing, I knew what it was. I turned my head to the direction of the noise, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rodent but all I was greeted with was darkness. It was moments like this I needed light badly; the thought of a rodent climbing my body brought shivers down my spine. I had realized right from my very first stay that I wasn't the only occupant of the room. Other creatures such as this one lived with me — I had heard a croak the previous day while I was asleep. Thoughts of these creatures coming close to me made me freez

He whispered into the night, a ghost of a breath escaping his lips as a thick puff of smoke. Something started to shuffle underneath a frosted log and warmth began to spread through his face. Out came a scrawny, shivering stray dog with one clouded eye. It was a pathetic creature, the kind his father would have had drowned for its lack of purpose. Dimitri named him Stray, ironically. He was the only one in the manor that didn’t look at him with eyes he couldn’t read. He watched Stray gobble up the bread he had stolen from the kitchen with a desperate, frantic hunger.

Harmonia looked at Rio and asked. Rio explained, “Miss Clark said it looks like Trashy-Ab, so as a kind uncle, Mr. Martinez couldn't bear to see a little stray dog that looks so similar to his nephew wandering around, so he wants to give it a home. I was bringing along some people to catch it, but unexpectedly, this little guy has such a high level of caution!” Harmonia reached out and patted the dog's head. The little stray dog enjoyed it, immediately licking and rubbing its body against her. “Is this… a high level of caution?”

But for me, it was still hell. Scarlett walked in, a short silver whip in her hand. "Look at this," she said, staring down at me. "The legendary fox who seduced my man, now groveling at my feet like a dog." She raised the whip and brought it down hard on my back. Crack! The silver hissed as it met my skin. A bloody gash tore open on my back. "Why would an old hag like you seduce my Corvus?" Scarlett roared, striking me again. "What makes you think a wrinkled bitch like you deserves his gifts?"

That was the punishment for missing the target. A sound outside the window had Jona pushing off the counter and reaching for a weapon. A thorough perimeter check revealed a stray dog, rifling through garbage cans. Jona went back inside and grabbed leftovers from the fridge. After feeding the starving animal, Jona locked the doors and pulled out a laptop. Time to go hunting. The killing would soon begin. ***

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.

Ceramic scattered across the floor, hot tea splashing over my shoes, but I barely felt it. My eyes remained fixed on the wall in front of me. Written in bold, ugly letters were the words that made everything I thought I knew about myself feel suddenly uncertain. SORAYA MILLER THE STRAY LEFT AT BLACKWATER'S GATES YOU WERE NEVER ONE OF US

I start driving back to my place, I need to be extra careful in this weather, even if the streets are basically deserted right now, the pouring rain makes it very hard to see so I drive like a snail, I'm in no rush better safe than sorry. A couple of blocks away from the supermarket I see the silhouette of a dog crossing the street, I slow down to give it enough time to cross safely but the dog stops in the middle of the street and start snarling when I get closer. I stop the car startled by his reaction, the truth is I don't get along with dogs in general and strays are the worst, they always snarl at me for no reason, someone told me once 'that they are challenging me'. but I'm not sure ab

“However, we will not be by ourselves.” A rustling noise emerged from the bushes behind us, and I reflexively took a step back. A pack of wolves appeared, their coats shiny and black, their eyes faintly shining. They were different from the wolves in our pack. They had an element of wildness, a sense of being untamed. "These individuals are the Shadow Strays," Lucian remarked, pointing at the group. "Outcasts like myself who have been rejected." "They've consented to assist." Kai stiffened. “Scoundrels? "Are you joking with me?"