Wirehaired Jack Russell Novels & Stories

Jayla "Chase." I whisper the name of my mate's wolf again and again. He howls in approval and starts moving his head against my hand which is presently stroking his fur. I smile, cup his snout with both of my hands and bring his face near mine. Chase is a beautiful wolf. Probably the most beautiful wolf I have ever met in my life. His fur is rich and soft to the touch. He is a pure black wolf. The only of other color he has on his fur is a small patch of brown behind his right ear, which is really adorable. It is like a wolf birthmark.

Her fur is soft. Sasha is truly a sight to behold. Her dark steel gray fur is gorgeous. I notice she has the same blue eyes as Ari. Soft and yet danger lurks in them. She is a giant wolf, but dire wolves are larger than regular wolves. Her tail is almost bushy, and her claws are solid black, as is her nose. She’s a beautiful wolf.

Thankfully, he drops the subject. Soon, we have our clothes stashed and shifted into our wolf forms. Jayvon is a large, mostly black wolf with adorable white socks, a feature I rip him about constantly. I’m mostly a dark red russet color, like my father. They called him The Blood Alpha, partly due to this coloring but mostly due to his well-earned violent reputation. I wish I looked more like my mother, a classic gray and white wolf.

Jack let out another joyful bark as if confirming my suspicion. "Dad's a bit grumpy again tonight, isn't he?" I whispered to my beloved golden retriever, Jack. Jack whimpered softly, sensing the tension in the air. Suddenly, Jack turned his gaze behind me, tilting his head to the left with curiosity drawn across his face. I turned around, following his line of sight, and found myself staring at Miles. "Oh, do you know who that is?" I asked my golden retriever dog, Jack. His tail wagged with excitement, and his ears perked up, indicating familiarity with the person behind me. Jack hasn't met Miles yet, but I told him a lot of things about Miles.

Their fur is red-striped with blue eyeballs. Whenever anyone asks, the Anindira family will answer that they are from the Siberian Husky breed with unique fur. In the neighborhood where Anindira lives, Arwan and Farrell have lots of fans, but also lots of enemies. Those who already have their own pets tend to avoid Arwan and Farrell. As animals, they have an instinct to avoid the Wolf duo, which is considered dangerous, a predator. The pets will go crazy in front of Arwan and Farrell, they will trouble their masters, because they will run away following their instincts.

Jackson found a seat near the front right as the first wolf was tugged forward by the leash. He held back a scowl when the wolf stumbled into the steps and nearly fell. The wolf had greasy hair that might have been blonde once, before the filth coated the strands. It wasn’t near as matted as C36M657’s though. If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile.

A small smile tugged at Lena’s lips, and she couldn’t help but chuckle softly, imagining how angry the passport’s owner must have been. The dog had brown patches over its face and ears, looking like it was wearing a mask. Its V-shaped ears flopped forward, and its fur was sleek and well-groomed, clearly cared for with love. Lena had always loved dogs. She’d wanted one for as long as she could remember. As she kept looking at the photo, something felt off. She zoomed in with two fingers. Wait a minute—why did this Jack Russell Terrier look so familiar? —— Ever since Alaric cleared the air about being single, the tension between him and Lena had noticeably eased. She no longer went out of her

Cheeky little pup. Tia whispers to me as they all start chattering about maths being more fun than reading. “The two pups who are open for adoption are Jericho and Jessica.” she says and points them out to me. They are so similar they could be twins. I know they arent, and are from different families, but they both have jet black hair and deep brown eyes. They look to be the same age and are sat together on the floor bickering about which subject is better.

I said, surprised. “I know, but we also don’t normally go for a week at a time, and I don’t know what we will bring back. I would rather have the full team.” I nodded and helped hook the dogs in. Akira, a brown and white Alaskan husky, licked my face as I clipped her harness and Nova, a black and gray malamute, nuzzled in when it was her turn. Makya’s dogs were amazing and so well trained. “They never stand that still for me,” Makya said, clipping in a very energetic Jiro, one of his male huskies, on the other side.

Now it takes me a couple of seconds to shift and instead of pain all I feel is a burst of searing heat spread through my body and then it’s gone. Zara is a stunning wolf; I was in awe the first time I saw her form. She is black and white but in a unique way. She’s black on the top half of her coat going from the tip of her nose down to the tip of her tail and she’s white on the bottom half from the tip of her jaw again to the tip of her tail. She looks like she walked through white paint and ended up dip dyed. She’s also a good 6’5” tall, which is pretty normal for Alphas.