Wild Dog Novels & Stories

I commanded and hung up. I hated Rogues, we had a bad history with them and all I've ever known is they're trouble. We never welcomed them and always drove them away even if they were just by the borderline. I parked my car and transformed into my wolf form. My wolf Drogo, is a Red wolf and red wolves are rare species of wolves, we were known to have more unique traits, for being mostly vicious and tough, our senses were more heightened and our characteristics are supreme to other wolves. Red wolves are rare but it was oddly a common trait in the nightfall pack.

Emily and Liam set out on a mission to build their own formidable wolf pack, known as The Red Teary Moon Pack. They traverse vast territories, seeking out wolves from different backgrounds and uniting them under a common purpose. With each new member, their pack grows stronger, their bonds forged through trust, respect, and shared experiences. As they journey through forests and across rugged landscapes, Emily and Liam encounter wolves with unique skills and stories. They listen to their tales of survival and perseverance, their triumphs and tribulations. The pack members come from diverse backgrounds, bringing a wealth of wisdom and strength to the group.

“Felt them, too. The burning. The choking air. The screams. I knew people by name—ones who died that night. I saw their final moments. Solana said it wasn’t a dream, not really. More like… a memory passed through spirit blood. Carried by the wind.” “Wind whispers,” Cheyenne muttered. “Gods, I hate when they whisper instead of speaking plainly.” Another phone buzzed. This time it was Chelsea’s. She opened the message and blinked. “New sighting,” she said. “Argentina. A herd spotted at dusk, moving fast through the grasslands. Locals say they looked like moving shadows, but not wolves. Too tall. Too slender.” Serenya paled. “That’s them.” The room fell silent.

Just to jump up again and follow who ever he gets a liking in. In the bird cages there are two vultures, that was saved from a poison death and a large eagle owl peering at them with one golden yellow eye. He landed in front of a safari vehicle one night and was ran over. But that is not what made him look half blind. He cannot see during the day, as he is actually nocturnal. In one kennel, there are three wilddog puppies that look so playfully. The little guys were raised with a bottle.

They were rogues. Rogues are wolves who don’t belong to any pack. They have no Alpha, no laws, and no training. Most times, rogues are dangerous. They live in the wild and fight to survive. They don’t know peace or order and some of them go crazy over time because they don’t have a pack bond to keep them stable. These ones in front of me, from the way they looked, they looked like they had lost their minds a long time ago. I stepped back slowly, pulling Seraya behind me. My hand gripped her wrist tightly as we both moved back together.

Three identical men stood there, their eyes locked onto me. “Why don’t we all introduce ourselves to the new Wild Cat member?” one of them said, his voice smooth yet unreadable. I frowned, eyeing him warily. Wild Cat? What the hell was going on? Wild Cat? What did he mean by that? I had no idea what was happening, but I knew one thing—I didn’t like it. Not one bit. I pushed myself up from the ground, my body still trembling with unease. I needed to get out of here. Now.

Jason’s POV: The two of us walked for a long time but still didn’t see the road. As we were walking, suddenly an animal that looked like a wild dog and Wild Wolf jumped out from the mountain path in front of us. The Wild Dog bared its fangs and glared fiercely at the two of us. Jerry trembled in fear. “Jason, what is this?” I was also frightened and didn’t dare to move. “Don’t move. Its look like a wild dog or a wolf!” “Jason, why are their wolves on this mountain?” I’ve tried my best to calm down. “Don’t run around. No matter what, if it’s a wolf or a dog, don’t run!”

Each member has a role to play. Rogue Wolves: These are rebels who do not belong to any pack. They are often despised because they primarily rely on instinctive animal behavior, which can lead to disruptive behavior, rule-breaking, and unpredictability. A/N: Thank you for picking up this book. Please leave a kind comment if you like it, and gems!

with King Enzo at these times. Thinking of the poor man, I looked around to spot him staying still, reading what seemed to be the report of those who had committed the act, just as it happened to me, the sisters were on the verge of shifting, unlike Leonidas black wolf, Enzo’s dark gray almost scalp wolf, or that of my white wolf, the Itha clan were brown but opposite to those of Enzo. They had too much hair that could easily fool you for a chow, yet it was a fully coated brown timber wolf, and their power was as dangerous. The Itha can are known to be the underground dogs, for their smiles are set in digging, but just as they can dig their way to where ever they want to, just as their feat

29 PALMS MARINE CORPS BASE, CALIFORNIA Three beasts ran across the desert mountains to the jagged peak. The enormous black hellhound was followed by a white werewolf and a black saber-toothed tiger. Large wolf paws, the size of saucers, pushed the hound higher and higher with his companions hot on his heels.