The Power Of The Dog Book Novels & Stories

Without exception. I discovered in myself the power of hatred and love, the intoxicating power of darkness that erases all boundaries, and now I think that I also understood what absolute power consisted of: it was in fear. But not your own. If you knew the fears of other people or wolves or half-breeds, you had power over them.

I took it from him and handed him the first to thumb through the new pages, “So Ulf was right about her.” “It’s not the female Alpha that I speak of, but her Delta’s Mate,” he breathed so softly I almost didn’t hear him. The book fell from my hands and he clamored to pick it back up, apologizing loudly for his clumsiness as he handed it back to me. “How is that possible? If they can shift and breed…” I tried to do the math in my head. “They will quickly become more powerful than the Vὅlsung just with their sheer overwhelming number of shifters,” he concluded for me.

If wolves stay the same when they are reborn, wouldn’t their hosts be as well? I shook my head, scolding myself. Enough of this. He wants you dead and is planning your death. Get over it and use the anger as fuel to escape. You will not submit to their plans for you. I looked at the shelves of books that lined the walls. Were all these books’ memories? I thought, walking over and inspecting the shelf. The books' titles were made up of dates. I grabbed one intending to open it when the door opened and Daciana walked in and, seeing the book in my hand, snatched it away.

But when I was in high school, I stumbled upon a book of demons that showed me the image of how a true hellhound looked. It was an enormous black furless dog, almost twice the size of a werewolf with bright neon eyes and drool dripping from its sharp canines. It could stand on two feet if it chose to and had the ability to shoot fire from their mouth. The Devil's destructive pet. Looking at that picture alone... I knew... that was no exaggeration. The witch who summoned them must have been extremely powerful. I even heard that the ritual itself came with a very high price. She must have been desperate as hell.

I chirp giving her a wide smile. She doesn't respond, but simply looks away, turning pale. *** Days have passed since my shopping trip with my mother and today I'm spending the night with Miss Ann while mother works. Miss Ann is one of the nice ladies who work with mother. She watches me while mother works and will even tend to us when we are sick. I really like her! "Miss Ann, have you seen this book? It's one that mother got for me when we went out shopping. It's an old book on tactical warfare," I shout excitedly while practically shoving the book in her face.