Werewolf Looking Dog Novels & Stories

I looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening. That's when I saw them - the Bloodhound Pack, fighting off the remaining werewolves with ferocity and skill. I watched in awe as they took down their enemies with ease, their movements swift and deadly. And then, I saw him - Alpha Red, his eyes locked on mine as he fought his way towards me.

The Gate of the Gods. “NO!” My scream is absorbed by his howl. He’s not a man or a wolf. He’s a rogue. Worse, he’s some kind of rogue–hellhound hybrid, and he’s coming right at me, jaws open and teeth gleaming. My eyes close as I brace myself for his impact. But when I open them again, when he’s only inches away, I see a white wolf standing in the woods, watching me with a silver gaze that I can only describe as curious.

Luckily no debris flew into my eyes. The driver panicked and looked at the scene behind him in the rearview mirror. He suddenly sped up and stopped abruptly. One werewolf fell from the car, fell to the ground, the other grabbed the door of the car, he put one hand inside the car. I immediately bared my fangs, biting him. Out of pain, he quickly withdrew his hand. Before the other werewolves had a chance to jump on board, the driver sped up. The leader of these werewolves didn't chase after us. He stood still in his original position. The car had run a long way, through the mirror, I couldn't see him clearly anymore, if I looked closely, I could only see a small point.

I stood like a deer in headlight, as if waiting for the wolf to pounce on me and kill me. The wolf's attempt to push the door open failed since it was bolted. His eyes flashed golden, and I heard a low snarl. Through the glass, I couldn’t make out his dark face, and I had no doubt that he could see me well, being a werewolf with better eyesight. All of a sudden, his gaze locked with mine. A snarl ripped his chest as he shattered the glass with his elbow.

But what truly captivated Kaelira were its eyes. Unlike the typical yellow predatory eyes, these were molten gold—deep, ancient, and brimming with a fiery, human-like intensity that held her transfixed. The wolf made no aggressive moves, no menacing growls; it simply observed her, head slightly tilted, as if studying the rhythm of her heartbeat. "No," Kaelira gasped, her hand shaking as she reached for her phone. "This can't be real. Wolves aren't supposed to be that large." Suddenly, the wolf advanced, taking a deliberate step toward her car. Startled, Kaelira fumbled for the ignition. The engine grumbled, spluttered, and then fell silent.

The pain was so sharp that it left me shaking uncontrollably. Rain began to fall, and the cold drops drenched me, leaving me painfully clear-headed. Just then, something warm and furry nudged against my side. It was Talon—my dog. He was soaked through when he nudged my hand with his head, and he looked worried for me. I struggled to lift my arm to pet him when a black SUV screeched to a halt nearby. Several werewolves dressed in black got out of the car and threw a net over Talon. He growled and struggled, but he was no match for several full-grown werewolves.

He straightened himself, turned around, and confidently strode toward the approaching group, flexing his wrists as he went. With an ear-splitting howl that echoed through the night, he revealed itself—a creature of primal strength, a fusion of human cunning and animalistic power. Its eyes, a luminous amber, glimmered with a mixture of primal hunger and determination. The leader of the roughs, a burly man with a shaven head and tattoos adorning his arms, stepped forward, attempting to mask his own trepidation. He brandished his switchblade, flicking it open with a metallic rasp, and barked a challenge at the werewolf, hoping to intimidate the creature with his audacity. Yet, the man remained

Its eyes were the deepest shade of black, like peering into an abyss, and its fangs were jagged as he licked them while glaring with a malevolent stare, its claws were the sharpest and didn't belong to a dog because this wasn't a dog; Roxie realized she was staring at a bloody wolf. Fuck! She was going to die!

It's an image of a werewolf, it's body parts fully labelled. I shook my head as the thought of my father actually studying werewolves occured to me. I put the paper down but my eyes caught another one. It's another sheet of paper and this time there's a more interesting image on it. An image of a big werewolf, it's body full of deep brown hairs. It has it's face pointed up, howling, it's eyes flowing a bright blue. For a long while, I stood there, lost in it's eyes, watching and feeling myself drawing into them.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.