Werewolf Looking Dog Novels & Stories

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Alpha Abel said as he glared at Jack Adriana, caught in the middle, watched the clash of wills with a mix of fear and gratitude. The forest echoed with the weight of their standoff, each heartbeat seemingly amplified in the charged atmosphere. Suddenly, a distant howl pierced through the silence, causing both Jack and Alpha Abel to momentarily shift their attention. A pack of wolves emerged from the shadows. The atmosphere grew even more precarious as the animals circled, sensing the heightened emotions.

But he couldn’t focus on anything but tearing this dog’s throat out and standing victoriously over his carcass whilst presenting his kill to his female. Griffon watched on in horror as he saw his best friend fly into such a state of rage that he had never seen before. He tried calling out a warning, but to no avail, his companion tackled the rogue werewolf, and down they went. He felt as if he’d been doused with a bucket of ice water when he sprinted after them, stopping at the top of the slope, and spotting what had the mutt in such a frenzy. A girl, or at least what looked to be a girl who was torn, tattered, and bruised lay there at the bottom of the small hill staring at the two animals’

she whispered. A low growl answered her question, coming from ahead. The growl grew louder, followed by the sound of claws scraping against stone. Olivia’s breath hitched as a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. “It seems they’ve planned for more than just men,” Victor whispered, with a smirk on his lips. The creature stepped into the light; a massive wolfhound with black fur and bared fangs, its eyes fixed on them. Olivia’s fingers tightened around her gun as fear passed through her.

She was looking at the window while holding her breath and without blinking. It was not a human but a shadow of a wolf. A werewolf. The moon was bright enough to show the outline, and she could see all its fangs. It was standing up on its hind legs to get closer to the glass. And its eyes... its eyes were red and bloodshot, but they glinted in the light, like stars.

It’s then that I hear an enraged howl from behind me and I look over my shoulder to see a fully transformed wolf running towards me. I won’t make it. Before I can react, however, something moves past me, a blur of black. A huge black furred animal rushes straight into the large wolf, sinking its teeth into the wolf’s neck. I hear the broken howl and I nearly fall on my behind as I realize who that is. The dog. The dog who showed me the way to the witch’s house.

"Why should I do that when you so blatantly broke the rules and even tried to escape by going to headquarters?" I listen to their argument for a few seconds, then my gaze wanders. I look around for other werewolves, wondering if there were others hiding in the bushes. Maybe if I run as fast as I can, I can escape while the leader's attention is focused. Without making a sound, I slowly make my way towards the tree trunk... ...until I see a huge, beautiful dog with silky chocolate fur and a large caramel patch on his eyes leaping over the trees. His eyes roam the circle, then stop on me. We stare at each other for a minute, frozen. Tears come to my eyes.

"I am not a dog! I am a werewolf. I am the second prince of this kingdom! And I will show you that I am a werewolf and not a dog just like what you say!" Phil approached me and held me by both shoulders then looked me in the eyes. In an instant, the color of his eyes suddenly changed. From being black it turned yellowish. His eyes were scary and I felt like he was going to bite me. At this moment, the fear suddenly returned to my mind when I saw the terrifying eyes of the wolf-dog that attacked and bit me.

The air echoes with growls and snarls as we engage in a battle for supremacy. I find myself face to face with a hulking werewolf from Kieran's pack. His eyes burn with a fiery rage as he lunges at me, his claws aimed for my throat. In that split second, instinct takes over, and I twist my body, narrowly avoiding his attack. With a swift countermove, I slash my claws across his chest, leaving deep gashes in his fur.

She spun around, her gaze scanning the shadows, searching for the source of the sound that had shattered the eerie stillness. And there, emerging from the darkness like a specter, stood the figure who had been stalking her. His hooded visage concealed beneath a veil of shadows, his presence exuded an ominous aura that sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes widened with a mixture of terror and determination, her werewolf instincts alerting her to the potential danger that lurked before her.