Stray Dogs Characters Novels & Stories

"Good morning Doctor, I'm Ivan, and this is my dog Neo." "Good morning, Hi Neo, how are you today, boy?" I reach for the beagle dog and pet him for a while. "So, based on the chat, you briefly explain to Ivan that Neo, your dog, rarely wants to walk outside, rarely wants to eat, and loves to stay in the corner of your room all day. Is that true?" Ivan gives me a sad smile, "Yes, Doctor, Neo was a stray dog before I got him into adoption, and the adoption center for dogs officer told me once that Neo is also an abused dog."

The military dogs bunched together, standing their ground against Summer's intimidation. Hayley shook her head at the standoff. She walked over and put a hand on Summer. "Let them go." "Woof!" Summer barked back, indignant, as if reminding Hayley that they had eaten her food for free. "Good dogs don't need to be tied down," Hayley said softly, rubbing Summer's head. She opened the gate and let the strays through. The pack gave her one grateful look before sprinting off. Even the badly injured one that Hayley had spent system points to save hobbled away, carrying a full piece of beef.

Strays will target them and try to kill them. Strays....the ones I heard the three talking about the other day. From the knowledge that the moon goddess has granted me, strays are humans who have been turned to werewolves, but has defects. Humankind and the werekind are supposed to live their lives as humans or werewolves and trying to defy that fact is simply wrong. Strays have rogue-like characteristics, but they are controlled by one person. Who and why he is doing this, we absolutely have no idea and that's simply the reason why we're here.

One had its tongue lolling out, one stood on her back legs to get a better view, one had its lips peeled back in a doggy grin while the final one looked at him with such adoration he thought even he might be wrong about himself. “What does that matter?” Vanadine asked. “They are happy to see anyone.” Carine rose and went to one of the cages, opening it to release a white ball of curled fur that trotted across to him and jumped up at his leg for attention. “This is Trina,” Carine said in a voice thick with emotion. “She was dumped here a few days ago and is deathly afraid of men. Other men,” she added. “These dogs are the best judge of character in the world and if you get their seal of appro

Greg turned his head towards me and there was a look of doubt and wonder on his aged face. "I am afraid," he said, half nervous. "She might be saved by someone we might least expect.." he said again A curious sense of anger burned dully within me, "I think so too, I hope he is not who I am thinking. He would be sorry for doing such, he shall suffer in pain. He had simply been a wandering desperate mate seeker…. a stray dog of the street, occasionally pleading to be loved, a shameless Alpha," I growled in rage, I saw that Greg was looking at me fixedly.

If the Civic Hall was still standing, it wasn't because Elias made a mistake; it was because the chess board had shifted in a direction Kira couldn't see from the top of that Spire. "What are you missing, Reyes?" I muttered, throwing the car into drive. I didn't chase the packs. I chased Tyler. But Tyler wasn't a werewolf. He didn't have a pack compound to run to, no Alpha to shield him. He was a stray, a kid plucked from the gutters just like Leo, bound not by wolf blood, but by the fanatical, human doctrine of The Cleansing. And strays don't hide in abandoned buildings when the sky turns violet, they hide in plain sight, where the noise masks their paranoia.

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?"

The dogs stopped on either side of him, their heads held high as he fed them something from the bag strapped to his hip. He threw something far into the field, and they ran after it. I closed the distance between us. “You could have told me you had those around. I thought I was about to become dog food.” Rhys watched them go. “Nah, they’re sweet. They just don’t know you.” That made sense. Rhys being an animal guy wasn’t surprising, considering how he used to feed the strays around the island back then. But he was a different person now.

The strays had underestimated her, and now, they were paying the price. The night was filled with the sounds of retreat, the strays fleeing, their hearts filled with fear, their spirits shattered. They had come to take the pack, but they had found something far more powerful, far more dangerous. And as they disappeared into the darkness, they knew that they would never forget the power they had witnessed—the power of Marrylen's transformation. THE STRAYS' POV - BACK IN THEIR LAIR

Emily stared at the mess for a while, then suddenly cried out in despair, rushing to pull the dog away from the blanket: "What have you done?! How could you turn my living room into this mess?!" The stray dog was terrified and stepped back a few steps, trembling all over and looking at Emily, apparently scared that she would hit it. Emily was indeed angry for a moment because no one would feel comfortable seeing their living room in such a mess. But when she thought about how the dog might have suffered, she took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She patted the dog and said: "Okay, I won't hit you... You don't have to be scared." The stray dog still had a messy and pitiful look on its fa