Wild Dog Novels & Stories

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

He drew the leather belt and attached the scabbards, “Have we identified the attackers?” Nerea fielded the question, “As a matter of fact we have. The dog people are called Adlets, they enjoy the taste of humans. The big wolf bear things are called waheela, they are wild animals as far as I have been told. As for the flesh golems, they are called Tupilaq, and they come with specific conditions. We'll get into that before we leave.” “This is your captain speaking, we want to thank you for riding the Dreaming Eagle. We ask all passengers to wait for the queen and her entourage to disembark first. That will be all.”

Luka growled when he called them dogs. Zande raised his hands in surrender bearing his neck in submission. “Forgive me father but I did not mean that to offend but the Jaguars belong to the cat's category while wolves belong to the dogs. These two species never got along and I asked that because I am concerned about the kid's safety,” explained Zande.

Wyatt asks him, pulling back with bright eyes. “I know. Come into the living room. I'll explain everything.” Wilder stands up, picking me up with him and carrying me into the living room. He sits on the couch, keeping me in his arms, much as he did when I was a child. When Wyatt joins us, Wilder speaks. “You know that Isolde and her man were messed up in some crazy shit. When I got there, he was trying to stop her from leaving but she told him that she knew they were coming. Then suddenly shots are being fired and I try to stop Mom from being hit. I remember feeling a horrible pain and then nothing. I woke up in an ambulance on the way to the hospital and the sheriff was with me. I told him

They looked sad and shabby, underweight and yet full of feral energy. I easily spotted Quade's black wolf. He was shoving a rogue away with his hind legs and snapping his jaw at one in front of him. The quantity of rogue wolves attacking us was a surprise to me. It was known that rogues traveled alone or in small groups. They were much like vampires in that sense. So to be attacked by a pack of rogues this large was both surprising and unsettling.

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Even he himself was exhausted. He growled again bristling the backs of the wolves next to him, however, the wild ones hardly flinched. It was well known that being in the wild and with the resentment of having been driven out or not having been welcomed into any pack they were not usually afraid so easily. And Dixon could swear that a fight directly could be really dangerous. The Savages were wolves with nothing to hold them back. However, just when he thought the situation would get worse, one of them howled. The other savages looked at him and slowly began to back away until they turned and began to run. Walking away. Dixon didn't know what exactly had happened, but something was happening

A possible endangerment to her life. Maybe bringing Milo had been a mistake. Amerie sighed as she ducked under a half-fallen tree and watched Milo trot ahead with his tail wagging. She couldn’t help but smile at her dog looking so happy. Anger and guilt hit her for stupidly coming out here on a wild goose chase. And for what? A wolf? She was in Montana. There were plenty of wolves. It was far from abnormal to see one so close when she lived outside the skirts of town. Still…

“Oh, please, Charles, I have so much to do right now and I don’t have the stomach to digest your stupid accusations or lectures. Believe me, that’s something I don’t need.” “How come can you be so cold-hearted? Are you insane? You sent someone to kill people like you had sent him to hunt some bunnies!” “Why don’t you make me a solid, ah?” “Valeria, you’re a damn murde-” “Get the hell out of here if you’re not here to give me solutions!” “You’re crazy! You’re crazy, Valeria!” Then, Charles went out. When he closed the door behind him, Charles gave himself a minute to breathe normally. He was indeed fearing that wild woman, not, she was no longer a woman, she could no longer be a human being…