The Power Of The Dog Book Novels & Stories

we really have to do this by the book. “Are you sure? You can handle it?” I asked again. She didn’t say anything this time but opened the book and closed her eyes. She moved her hands on the pages and slowly, wherever her hands moved, the words starts to erase. The candles on the sides of the circle ignites and I could only guess Diana was withdrawing the powers from the book. As if concluding my thought, she opened her eyes and they were pitched black holding a pinge of purple. “Hounds of heaven, hounds of hell, hounds of the Earth. Guardians of the door, we summon thee to help us resurrect the fallen son.”

My breath caught, my chest tightening as I clutched at it with a trembling hand. "Oh my god…" The words barely escaped me, a whisper of awe and terror. This wasn’t just any book. I could feel it—the weight of power humming through the air around it. This book… it held the truth, the very secrets of the Alpha Seal. Dorian had been right all along. Just as my fingers brushed the edge of the book, it stirred to life on its own. The heavy pages flipped wildly, faster than I could stop them, until they slammed to a sudden halt, almost as if the book itself had chosen what I needed to see.

I tell him, not caring that I’m talking about his daughter. He sighs again, “That’ll stop. We had a talk with her last night.” He explains and I shrug. “She hates me for reasons beyond Dean and I just can’t deal with it until she’s willing to talk to me about it. I don’t have time…” I cut myself off and look back at the books. I walk around a desk and notice a book called ‘The golden power.’ I pick it up and then look at the next one in the pile. They’re all about the golden wolf.

“None of your damn business.” I slide the book back onto the shelf, knowing it’s not going to help me. Nothing can. I even went to speak to my father’s magician about the Haze earlier today, and he backed up what my father had to say. Of course, Wordsworth is probably the worst magician in the universe. My father just keeps him around to say he has one. My father always says brawn trumps power. That’s why he was able to conquer so many kingdoms where the wolves have special powers.

"What's more annoying is the fact that no one wants to fight or stop this. Instead every female is looking towards getting mated to someone they don't love and be damned with forever till either they die out of maltreatment or they die from not being loved and treated with kindness as they ought to be." "There's no way I'd allow myself to be treated like a dog," I scoffed in disbelief. I didn't understand how the ladies could accept this type of inhumane treatment and be ok with it. One thing I'm proud of is the fact that my father never treated Scarlett like that. Although there are moments when she is forced into submission but dad would never treat her like a dog. To some extent, I believ

He leaned down slightly, his breath hot against my cold face, and delivered his final, crushing sentence in a low whisper. "Who do you think you are? You're not a god, Danny. You're just a dog."

So I turned away from him and looked at Void. The Book of Wolves was lying beside his feet where it had fallen. He picked it up. His fingers moved over the old leather cover, reverent. “You found it,” he said, his voice deeper now. I reached inside my dress. The missing page was still folded there, pressed against my skin. I had kept it hidden for days. Not because I trusted Void. Because I wanted to know what it contained. I wanted to hold the power. Now I understood. It wasn’t power. It was an ending. I pulled it out and held it toward him. My hand was covered in Hessa’s blood.

Unmistakable. One by one, the wolves behind him follow. Not because I command it. Not because I want it. They fall because something older than choice recognizes me. Because the land bends. Because power, real power, does not need to reach outward to be obeyed. Gasps ripple through the clearing. Duggar staggers back, horror flashing across his face as his own legs buckle, forcing him down despite his desperate resistance. “No,” he snarls. “This isn’t…” I feel it then. Not triumph. Not satisfaction… Nothing.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

" Damien's face seemed to pale as he listened to me. His silver eyes widened, and the emotions churning within them looked like they were on the brink of overflowing. He took a step toward me, nearly overwhelming me with his oppressive Alpha power that had a hint of pleading mixed in. "Vivian, my Luna…" he murmured hoarsely. "I want—" "Not another word!" I snapped. The wolf's eyes on the top of the scepter glowed, creating a barrier that stopped Damien from getting any closer. I was a little surprised that my own power held its own against his. "I won't go back to how things were. I won't let you control me as you please."