Survivor Dogs Novels & Stories

"All rogue survivors have been rounded up or driven beyond our mountain borders. Rowan is locked tight in the lower silver cells under maximum guard." "And the pack?" Zephyr asked quietly. "They're celebrating, Alpha," Callum said warmly. "Everyone saw how you and Luna Veronica fought on the front line. There isn't a single wolf out there doubting her place anymore." Just then, the door opened and Mrs. Lloyd walked in carrying baby Zephyr. The moment the baby saw us, he let out a tiny, happy coo. I reached out and took him gently into my arms, holding him close to my heart. He was safe. Our home was safe.

the Beta werewolf of their group asked. “No, Beta. Some of them gave us the slip,” one of his members answered, seemingly disappointed in themselves, if Rebecca would dare say. The Beta placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up over it. Considering these are members of her pack, it would be a given that these dogs would be more skilled in escaping than they would in actually fighting. Even for a bunch of former rogues.” “‘Rogues’?” Rebecca repeated in confusion, getting the attention of their saviors.

And there we will not be staying on a military post. We did find out who the survivors were from the Screaming Eagles. The three pups turned out to be Onyx’s niece and two nephews, but his sister, Astrid, and her husband are gone. The teenager was a 19-year-old sent to Screaming Eagles to fill a vacancy teaching in their elementary school. Astrid had traded an attached apartment to their house to the teacher for extra tutoring of the three pups. When the attack started, the teacher was able to get the kids to one of the bunkers while Astrid and husband held off the rogues. It seems Astrid had a habit of sitting out on their covered porch knitting or something similar and heard the attacks fi

It looked cute and happy as she rubbed its fur. It was already evening and she was still waiting for him. He had talked about war and although she hated him to the core, she was not an evil person to want him dead. She frowned, seeing that the puppies had no mother, and no one to take care of them. Where are they training to be security dogs? She stood up, dropping the puppy and going to one of the guards. "Where is their mother?" She asked, pointing to the puppies. The guard looked towards the kennel and scratched his head.

I thought Isabella would just disappear. I was wrong. She wasn't done yet. One day, Marco handed me a tablet. "You need to see this," he said, his voice cold. "The absolute shamelessness of it." I looked down. An anonymous post was making the rounds on the dark web forums and private channels our world lived on. The title was simple: She Stole My Life. It was a long, sob story about her supposed "tragic life." She claimed I bullied her since we were kids, using my status as the adopted one to gain sympathy and steal everything that was hers.

I can't wait to see you homeless, surrounded by zombies—that'll be real fun. With that, they struggled to lead the three mastiffs away, tugging and pulling them with effort. I exhaled a silent sigh of relief—but it was short-lived. The pets might be obedient now, but under the apocalypse system, every creature would become the most loyal guardian to its owner. So not only would I have to dodge zombies, but also Vicky's malicious attacks. The apocalypse, with enemies stacked against me, had officially become hell mode. Shaking off the shock, I looked down at Leo in my arms.

" he questioned. Silence fell over us. As expected, the only way to deal with this was to fight fire with fire. "Are you okay?" the system asked carefully. "Can you check if I'm still intact? Or have I already been reduced to ashes?" I asked in my mind. "The good news is that we're stuck in the middle of a plot point, so we're not dead yet." Then, it added sheepishly, "The bad news is that your supposed downfall is coming ahead of schedule, but neither of them has broken things off with you yet. If this continues, we'll be stuck here forever. None of us will be able to return home!"

I needed Marcel. I yanked my phone out of my jacket pocket, thumb hovering over his name. For a split second I didn’t press it. I just sat there, staring at Sienna’s car door closing, watching her silhouette behind the tinted glass. My wolf stirred under my skin, restless, territorial, an animal I usually had on a leash. Now the leash had snapped. Who thought the tool would actually be my surrogate? Who thought she’d survive long enough to be a liability? I hit dial.

Together, we would protect our pups. Together, we would survive.