Stray Dogs Characters Novels & Stories

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.

“We should see if she’s awake.” Kat can hear the shuffling of feet and she quickly scrambles towards the back of the door. She holds her breath and waits. The footsteps are getting closer and closer. She raises her hands as the key rattles in the door… “Woof! Woof!” Suddenly a dog leaps out of the bushes and attacks one of the men. The man named Charlie whimpers and is gnawed at by the dog while his partner is confused. Freddie takes out his gun and points at the dog but someone tackles him to the ground.

“Apology and explanation accepted. No more analyzing.” She smiled back but her eyes remained distant. “Good. Why don’t you go upstairs while I clean up?” “I’ll help.” “I’d rather do it myself.” He moved toward the stairs and studied the hound dog crouched in the corner. A long, yellow body. Ugly face. Canine eyes echoed his own past lots of pain and no one to count on. Matted fur matched a long tail, hanging limply to one side. Definitely a loner, like an older kid in an orphanage flung amidst cute, little babies. Probably caught trying to steal some food.

Being with you is my greatest dream," she replied with an emotional voice. They both lay down together again, enjoying the warmth of love flowing between them. The future may be full of uncertainty, but one thing is certain: their love will always be the guiding force for them. *** In a filthy and forgotten corner of the city, a stray dog barks while rummaging through a towering pile of garbage. The foul smell stings the nose, and flies buzz around it. Amidst the disgusting pile of trash, the body of a man, barely recognizable, lay sprawled. His clothes were tattered, his face was full of wounds, and his body was dirty and bruised. The man is 'Smith'.

Instead, I heard the loudest sound of my bones breaking to a point where I was on all fours and my body began covering with fur. Silver White Fur. It was shining and I smiled through the pain. Before I knew, I was in my wolf form and howling to the moon in the skies. 'Nice meeting you, Fiona. I am Madison. ' 'I know, Mady. I was always there with you.' 'But at least you are not fat.' I laughed. 'Neither are you. Anyways, let's go for a little run before your heat starts in full mode. ' She suggested. We pranced across the wet ground and jumped over the twigs and fallen trees. Fiona was fast and a brilliant runner. She was the opposite of me. She loved woods, life and the future. I was a depr

The street was crowded with people, and there was the vibrancy and youthfulness of the youth everywhere. Harper was in a rare good mood as she walked among them. Although it was a long walk, it was worth it to feel such a good atmosphere. Just then, a group of teenagers with balloons tied to the backs of their bicycles rushed over and took over the entire street. They went on a rampage, and Harper had to prepare to take temporary shelter in an alley at the side of the road. She walked into the alley, only to find a group of men already inside. They were the neighborhood's famous group of rogue wolves, led by their leader, Jack.

I wondered just how many other unsuspecting women he had charmed into failure with that grin. “Plus, we found this dog here. Isn't he awesome?” Tyler looked up at me, his hand still on the dog's head. It was a brown mutt with white paws and a white splotch on his chest. He wasn't an ugly dog, but he certainly wasn't going to win any dog shows. Judging by the thinness in the dog's ribs and the state of his fur, he was one of the local strays. I had heard they liked to hang out near the tourist areas of the island because they usually could find food.

I was from Saint town and alpha was Alpha Saul, he was also the Leader of Saint town. When I was little, in the orphanage home, the caretakers told us stories about the other side of the town, it was a whole community on its own. It was called the Stray town. The tales told it was a town for the strongest of our kind, but others said it was the dwelling of the most mischievous and ambitious of our kind. The rich and powerful dwelt there. They were all red werewolves. The most powerful wolves ever lived.

She hadn't noticed before, but now she saw that the dog had a limp in its leg. Amid the blaring horns, Yara pulled her car over to the side of the road. The dog seemed exhausted, running up to her but not daring to sit down and rest. Instead, it nuzzled its head into her palm, seeking affection. Yara gently stroked the dog's head and asked, "Do you want to come with me?" The dog made a soft sound as if in agreement. "Are you a stray dog?" Another soft sound confirmed it was. "Alright, get in the car."

"She's just a rogue stray." Kasia's frown deepened at the insult, but she refused to let it show any further. Instead, she spoke calmly and firmly. "You want to know something about being a rogue stray? It means knowing what it's like to be alone without anyone to take care of you or love you. You all are lucky that Alpha Ethan took you in. You should be grateful for your home instead of fighting over toys." She looked around at the group of children, their heads now hanging in shame. "You are supposed to protect your fellow pack members, no matter their rank," Kasia added sternly. "I am sure if Alpha Ethan heard what y'all were doing, he would be ashamed."