The Power Of The Dog Novel Novels & Stories

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

"I... I have them. If you don't believe her, I can—" "No!" Tracey screamed, lunging to stop him, but it was too late. The sharp click of the car unlocking sealed her fate. I threw open the trunk. The stench hit me first. Then I saw it—a small, lifeless dog, its body limp and decaying. Puffy. Peter stumbled back, his face white as a sheet. "Tracey... Puffy... why is... why is Puffy here?" The live stream exploded. Comments poured in, furious and relentless:

finally bubbling to the surface, my aura darkening the room. I grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into the bone. "I’m not the boy you broke. He’s buried in a potter's field next to his father. I’m the man who’s going to make you beg for the end. Now. Get. On. Your. Knees." I watched him sink. I watched the great Jaxson Vane, the Devil of the NHL, crumble to the floor because he had no choice. The power shift was absolute. I felt a sick, twisted sense of triumph as I looked down at his bowed head.

ALPHA DOMINIC’S POV The whole pack was in chaos. The killing of those men by the White Wolf really stirred everyone up including me. The White Wolf was taking this too far. Those men didn't deserve to die brutally the way they did. I watched their mates and their pups cry as they were being buried. I could only watch them helplessly. I also felt the people's anger towards the White Wolf and to an extent, towards me. They felt I was allowing the White Wolf to do whatever she wanted. I was angered too, she had gone too far by killing those men but I also understand it was born out of the thirst for vengeance. I saw it in her eyes the day she killed Isla, I knew she wasn't going to stop there.

POV: Connor Macleod There are two kinds of mistakes you can make at a Northpoint party. The ones you regret the next morning… and the ones that ruin your life in the best possible way. “I should have stayed home that night. If I had, I wouldn’t have walked into that crowded Northpoint party. And I definitely wouldn’t have met the only person who made my blood boil .” The music is too loud. The air smells like sweat and cheap cologne. The floor is sticky from spilled beer, and the whole place feels like it’s shaking from the bass.

His growls dropped to whimpers and then it stopped moving back. I opened the cage, reaching for the dog. It moved back a little but then didn't resist when I took it into my arms. I closed my eyes, resting my hands on its paws as I slowly felt some of my powers seep into the dog. The dog let out whimpers, less painful and more grateful and when I looked down, it was gone. The paw was fixed and he was as good as new. He leaned up, kissing me vigorously with its tongue. It was fun, helping them.

“Okay, do I get a name?” He tilted his head and I sighed. So I was going to need to stick with yes or no questions then. He had to have been a young wolf still. I heard that older, more experienced ones in a pack like Rosetta didn’t have to change during the full moon. The power of the pack sustained them and gave them power beyond the laws of the moon goddess. My father never benefited from it, unfortunately. “Are you going to keep following me?” He nodded and took a few steps to stand next to me, eyes looking upward as if he were waiting for my next move.