Transformers Dogs Novels & Stories

Carine said pointing behind him. Vanadine turned to see four dogs peering at him through the bars of the cages they were in. Each one was wagging their tail madly, some had turned into a full back end wag as they seemed so excited. One had its tongue lolling out, one stood on her back legs to get a better view, one had its lips peeled back in a doggy grin while the final one looked at him with such adoration he thought even he might be wrong about himself.

Purposeful. And then, a sound that stops my heart. Woof! Barking. Deep, aggressive, booming barking. The sound bounces off the stone walls, amplifying, distorting until it sounds like a beast from hell. Dogs. Ciro’s dogs. He didn't just send men. He sent the hounds. Dobermans trained to track a scent across a burning city. Dobermans that know the smell of my fear because they lived in the same house with it.

Philip was a good man. Madison also has Two-dogs. Not literally two dogs, but one badass rescued pit bull named Two-dogs. He's three years old and follows Madison everywhere. He was our compromise over the bodyguard situation. Madison hired a woman and I had a dog trained for added protection. We're both happy.

Two tall dogs with auburn coats come bounding toward them. Danica recoils. “Down, Jensen. Down, Healey!” Mona’s command stops the dogs in their tracks. They lie down, gazing up at both women with big expressive eyes. Danica regards them suspiciously. They are handsome hounds...but where she comes from, dogs do not live in the house. “They are harmless, my dear. Just pleased to meet you. Come with me,” she says. “Would you like a bath?” Her tone is solicitous and kind, but Danica blushes, mortified.

I was so scared for my life that I couldn’t move. He was so close that I could smell him. He was now in my sight, and I willed myself to attack, but I didn’t. For some reason, I couldn’t move; it was like I was paralyzed, and my entire life was flashing right before my eyes. “Stay the fuck down,” I heard Aeros growl, and I turned around only to see a much larger wolf behind me. He wasn’t Jonathan, but I could tell that the wolf behind me was Aeros.

Christmas carols echoed from the banquet hall, but their melodies couldn't pass through the stone walls of the detention center. I was curled up in a corner of the silver cage. My diamond-studded dress that cost millions of dollars was torn up, and the burns on my skin that were caused by silver weapons were throbbing lightly. Three hours ago, I was still at the Silvermane pack's Christmas ball. Damien Londo, the strongest Alpha in the world, and the wolf whom I had loved for five years, dragged me out of the banquet hall in front of all the other wolves as if I were nothing but trash. He then threw me into the detention center.

I asked. She nodded, “Come, I’ll show you.” As we approached the kennel, the racket became ear-splitting. I stared in fascination at the majestic beasts- a St. Bernard, a Labrador, four Russian Shepherds and a pair of German Shepherds. Kneeling down, she put her long, beautiful left hand through the bars and stroked their throats, one by one. “See, Alexei has come,” she told them in a calming tone. As they became quiet, I couldn’t help but wonder how the seemingly illiterate dogs had figured out her statement. A reasonably literate Alexei had no clue.

Her room is next to mine, so I’m sure she’s coming to investigate. My door slams open, and she steps in, shaking her head. Trex, like the traitor he is, licks the hand she has outstretched toward us. She scratches behind our ears and giggles when he licks her face. “You know mom prohibits transforming in the house, Trex.” He lies down and rolls over so she can rub his belly. Instead of an enormous shifter wolf, he’s a domestic dog. To make matters worse, he gets a boner. Thank goodness she’s unaware. She giggles and keeps on with the petting.

The flash of light and color that passed me by as I kicked over rocks and looked for frogs. “No kids, but he has some beautiful big dogs. One of them just had puppies. He said you can play with them if you want. If you’re not scared of dogs.” She paused. “Are you?” The dogs I’d met before. The mutt I fed half a doughnut to while I waited outside the post office one calm afternoon out on the high street. Black and scrawny with a dry, pink tongue. The white terrier behind the black gate at the end of the road, barking insanity at any car that went by. I knew its voice so well I was surprised when I finally saw how small it was. How filthy and sad and somehow pitiful. And those two German Sheph

The air around smelled faintly of blood. Qin Haodong walked around and realized that Bao Ziping did keep lots of fierce dogs here, including Tosa, Dogo, Caucasus, Rottweiler, and Bull Terrier. Those dogs might have been fierce before, but all of them were lying on the ground now, wounded and gasping. "Dr. Qin, thank you!" Bai Ziping said. Qin Haodong did not say anything. Instead, he walked to a large Caucasian dog. Its hair was dripping with blood, one of its legs had been completely broken, and dozens of tiny wounds covered its body.