Werewolf Looking Dog Novels & Stories

It isn’t the greatest odds, but it could be worse. I slide my back paw around on top of the boulder, trying to get some better traction. The lead wolf stops, and his gray fur ruffles around in the wind while his cold, calculating eyes watch me. However, his eyes also hold an animalistic look within them which I’ve never seen before. Maybe he has been a rogue for too long and is finally going crazy. If that is the case, it isn’t good for me. You can’t predict what a crazed rogue will do.

But then again, he had never seen a werewolf, but he was so sure that they had to be real. He crouched down looking to the ground to see that there was a large footprint in the ground that looked like that of a dog but he knew were too large and point to be a dog but wolves. His eyes scanned the horizon as his finger’s danger along with the cool soil of the ground. Something was not right but he could hear his name on the wind taunting him to come forward to his death. He could feel the warmth of his house at his back.

The sickening sound of flesh tearing, claws scraping against skin don't stop until only one rogue is standing. The warriors stare at the scene before them in confusion, exchanging eye contact. They quickly recover and one of them drive their claws into the rogue's throat. I smile mentally. I'm getting a hang of this. Leonidas's scent wafts through my nose and my wolf inhales it greedily. ‘Mate is nearby,’ She purrs already padding in the direction where the scent is coming from. She finally slows down when she sights Leonidas warding off rogues who were circling a pup.

This situation, Adam did not dare to imagine at all. "Brother, you don't have to be afraid, it's me!" Just when Adam didn't know if he should run away or not. A young man, with an angular face, suddenly walked over, used a very friendly look, and greeted him. Although he did not recognize this person's face, Adam's voice was still clearly remembered. This is the gray wolf in the pack of the great white wolf, he is also a werewolf, his name is Smith. “Are you… Smith?”

I pointed at the thing holding them They kept on howling as I sat there looking at the black, brown, gray, black and black huge wolf. Thinking of it I turned to the puppy that lay at the side, While do I feel that all these is connected to that Annoying Puppy. Could he be one of them? No it's impossible it's just a puppy while these ones are wolves. "Are you changing or are you not changing?" I looked at one of the black wolf that was by the right as he tried to break through the barrier.

Alud took the cold metal in his hand and looked inquiringly at the ancient. - Now you, Alud, will be the guardian of my peace, as Duk and the guardians did before him. - says the wolfdog, looking intently at the werewolf. A shiver ran through Alud's body. The wolfdog touched Alud's head. A healing wave immediately swept through the body of the werewolf, he again felt full of energy, as if a black chain was hanging around his neck again, strengthening the werewolves. All wounds healed instantly, and clarity appeared in my head.

She looked at him, waiting. He looked at her trusting face. She was asking like it was the most normal thing in the world to talk to someone about wolves in your house. "You've heard of Werewolves before, right?" He watched as she slowly nodded. He imagined he saw fear in her eyes but when he blinked, there was none.

“Don’t you understand? I’m doing this for you.” Just when Jacquelyn was about to hit me again with the wooden plank, the front door suddenly opened. The door slammed against the wall creating a loud booming sound eventually stealing everyone’s attention. The moonlight coming from the doorway shone brightly that it took a while for our eyes to adjust and from there, for the for the first time ever, I finally saw a werewolf. A real-life werewolf. It was Mr. Lykaios. I couldn’t tell it from his appearance but I could clearly smell his scent. His face was covered in gray hairs as well as his chest and arms and he had hairy wolf ears. He was snarling and I saw fangs instead of teeth.

I nodded with wide, terrified eyes. He removed his hand and took a long stride back. He didn't move or made a noise, but waved a hand in the air. His gaze was fixed behind me. I swiveled my neck, and a hound emerged. I held my breath in anticipation. He was bigger and deadlier than the werewolf. It sniffed the wind, then let out a fearsome cry. I tremored in fear. His savage red eyes pierced the view ahead of him. His companion joined him a moment later.

She was nervous, yet she felt the sudden urge to fight back, as if her wolf was screaming inside her head, telling her that it was only a dog and she was a werewolf—a stronger creature that could woo an animal. With her ragged breathing, her hands formed fists. She swallowed hard and then glared at the dog. Amara felt as if her eyes were burning as she stared at the dog intently. Fear was slowly subsiding inside her chest; at the same time, anger has replaced it. In just a few seconds, her jaw started clenching. She opened her mouth, showing her fangs that have grown out without her knowing. She growled as silent as she could. From the dog's eyes, she saw her reflection—a werewolf with golde