Survivor Dogs Novels & Stories

Mary also had people scour the city for suitable dogs to send to Lilian, where minimal training got them "on duty." Despite the apocalypse wiping out much of nature, some species—like rats and certain birds—had survived. Lilian used these creatures as her eyes and ears to scout nearby superpowered individuals. Ray's decision was already made in his mind. Modern combat relied on one thing: intelligence. And Mary had a real intelligence ace in Lilian. That was dangerous. Worse, Lilian's animals could track him—or Bay Garden—at any moment. 'Tonight, you'll die,' Ray thought grimly.

“Because two of them are brothers and the other is like a surrogate mom to them. They have all been through enough. It would be cruel to separate them.” Two of the dogs are only six months old; they were abandoned and have been at the rescue for a few months. Both are German Shepherds. The third is an older dog, a four-year-old pit bull, who has been in the shelter for over a year. It appears she has cared for the puppies since they arrived. “Serena, everything should be fine after all the checks, but I don’t want you to get your hopes up too much, just in case, okay? I know you have already fallen in love with them,” he says softly.

Alex screamed from a stretcher, his face covered in dust and blood. Then he spotted Maddie and me standing there, both safe and on our feet. He went still. A second later, he broke down. "Kayla... I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. That corner wasn't safe. The ceiling came down on us. Rainee lied. She got us all hurt!" I looked at him coldly. They'd made their choice. They'd gambled with their own lives. "Over here! More survivors!" A rescuer's shout rang out from deep in the rubble.

“Max?” The growl became louder, and Pamela jumped backward. “What is wrong with him?” Max continued staring. His tail wasn’t wagging anymore. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked genuinely protective. Jason immediately stepped forward. “Max.” The dog glanced at him, then back at Pamela while still growling. Pamela looked horrified. “Jason!” She screamed. “I’m handling it.” He said tiredly . “Your dog is insane.” Jason sighed. “He’s not.”

Everything I’ve known all these while were all lies. I took a shaky step back, my body barely holding me up. “No…” I whispered. “And.. that prenup you signed?” She threw in casually “was actually a surrogacy form!” Her smile widened. My head spun aggressively.. Why? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Vivianne tilted her head, watching me like I was entertainment. “You see,” she continued casually, “Adrian loves me. Very much.” Her fingers brushed his arm possessively.

Seeing the six dogs line up beside the Rogue Lycan, I could tell that he had trained him. “It was you.” I muttered while looking around Kierian’s larger frame. “Well, not me, but yes I was involved.” The Rogue Lycan chuckled. “What are dogs going to do?” Liam scoffed. “These aren’t just any dogs. They were raised to drink Vampire blood. Actually, they aren’t even dogs. I guess you can call them Vampire Dogs. They aren’t dead, but their consumption of blood allows them the speed and long life of a Vampire, as well as the strength and instincts of a dog. They have also been fed Lycan blood, but we don’t know the effects of that yet. This is our trial run.” He reached down to pat the head of th

We watched him go and stitched together a defense that would not be so easy to sell at market. By the time he was gone, the ridge was a different map. Men lay on their sides breathing. Dogs panted. Torches guttered. Some rogues lay still and would not move; we left them for the wolves, which sounds monstrous and is actually the oldest law we could remember. Jason stood in the center of a small ring of survivors and read names aloud—what a body needs first: numbers, who lived, who did not.

Each dog has its own trainer especially for rare dogs hunters such as Hound dog, Siberian husky, Rottweiler, wolf-dog hybrids, Doberman pinscher and pit bull terriers. Joshua was about to enter their mansion when he heard a very beautiful voice and he immediately followed it. and when he plucked the thick and gigantic leaves of the plants, A woman sang a very beautiful song he saw. Joshua stopped because he remembered something the woman was singing. "Lullaby and good night, With roses bedight. Creep into thy bed,

At the current moment though they looked concerned for me. When we got back to my cell one of the pack doctors was waiting for us. Dr. Gorgon was one of the younger doctors but he was in my opinion one of the most trust worthy. He was a kind hearted man who occasionally rescued wounded animals when he saw them. He even treated the rouges or wolves from other packs that we had captured without ever complaining. He truly was a good guy. When he saw his face fell. He was one of the original pack members who first supported me being alpha. To see me like this must be hard on him.