Villain Dogs Novels & Stories

Walking around one day I pick up on a scent, that led me by the creek there was when I notice two rouges circling another wolf. At first, I was going to keep going because it was not my fight, then suddenly I could hear a whimper of a child. I looked around listening to the sound that when I saw the little boy was under the brushes crying. There something in my bones that got to me. I started to shift into my black wolf Villain, I ran over to where the two rouges were at, I saw that one was a black and white wolf, while the other was a dark brown. I charge at the brown wolf, by grabbing it by the neck with my crawls right away I snap the wolf neck throwing him over to the tree.

Seeing the six dogs line up beside the Rogue Lycan, I could tell that he had trained him. “It was you.” I muttered while looking around Kierian’s larger frame. “Well, not me, but yes I was involved.” The Rogue Lycan chuckled. “What are dogs going to do?” Liam scoffed. “These aren’t just any dogs. They were raised to drink Vampire blood. Actually, they aren’t even dogs. I guess you can call them Vampire Dogs. They aren’t dead, but their consumption of blood allows them the speed and long life of a Vampire, as well as the strength and instincts of a dog. They have also been fed Lycan blood, but we don’t know the effects of that yet. This is our trial run.” He reached down to pat the head of th

As Xena was hauled away, her eyes burned into mine, seething with hatred. I rolled my eyes. “Don’t waste your energy glaring at me,” I said flatly. “You picked a fight with the wrong person.” I had already dug up her entire background. She preyed on wealthy circles, using luxury homeowners' groups to post fake pet adoption ads and lure rich men into her schemes. The dogs she used were no ordinary pets. They were aggressive, attack-trained breeds, conditioned alongside her partners to be fiercely loyal and lethal on command. Hugo wasn’t her first target, not by a long shot. She had played plenty of rich men before him. Many of their wives suffered brutal maulings from her dogs. Some were left

I have no idea if they do or not; besides we owned the whole damn condo the mutt could run up and down stairs for all I care. She went back to reading and muttering under her breath. Why didn't I answer the damn door? That way I could've hidden the paperwork and she wouldn't know anything about the damn dog until he started growing in a few months. Then I could've played the put upon consumer who'd been duped, damn. "A Tibetan mastiff, a guard dog." Damn did they put everything in there, what the fuck? "Talon why do I need a dog that can fight off wolves and leopards in the Himalayas?"

“I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.” “Ah!,” said Alik. “That was what the blood was all about. Establishing ownership.” André nodded at the wizard. “How loyal are we talking?” Alik asked, looking at the pup clinically. “Intensely so. They will grow to become quite big and will need massive amount of meat. Fresh or rotten, it matters very little to them, but they prefer blood over water, so get yourself well acquainted with butcher shops around. They will obey, but you don’t always have to command them verbally. They are known to en

Flanking Asher and Willow are two other students— a broad Gamma male and a sharp-eyed Beta male. Leah’s eyes drift over the two male wolves standing on the outer edges of Asher’s team. She does not need to search her memory for long. She recognizes them instantly. They are Willow’s constant bodyguards, two loyal dogs who spent her past life following Willow both at Harvest Moon Pack and through the academy corridors. They were the ones who always looked at Willow with soft, protective eyes, seeing only a gentle, helpless maiden who needed saving. Yet, whenever Leah tried to survive in that exact same way, those exact same men looked at her with disgust, calling her a manipulative villainess.

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

“I want you… you’re so hot. I want to see what’s underneath that robe hmm” What the f*ck he’s moaning. This man is such a gross! I can’t watch him without feeling furious. This is why I hate man, particularly this kind of man” He started walking close to me again and he was licking like a crazy dog. Is he on drugs? Somehow high? “Don’t take more steps or I’ll definitely kill you!” I warned him but he was not kicked by my words. “Ohhh… you’re going to kill me? Kill me in bed baby come here uh”

Perhaps it was due to her instincts as the villainess of the story, but from the moment she saw this woman, she hated her from the bottom of her heart. She had a face that was completely different from hers. Meanwhile, the model husband in other people’s eyes and the person who once loved her the most was holding this woman’s hand and even hugging her while working. They acted as if no one else existed. They interacted with such intimacy that it seemed as if they had been together for years, even though a year ago, my father had badmouthed this woman with her in the middle of the night. They had both believed that this was a manipulative witch who was highly skilled in pretending to be innoc