Wirehaired Jack Russell Novels & Stories

Standing on the high-traction observation deck overlooking the inner courtyard, Daniel leaned against the heavy steel railing, watching his daughter assert her authority over the estate’s most formidable non-human security assets. The estate’s guard mastiffs three massive, genetically enhanced Caucasian Ovcharki crossbreeds, each weighing over two hundred pounds and trained to tear through reinforced tactical plating were currently pacing the perimeter yard. They were vicious, fiercely territorial animals that answered only to Daniel’s alpha commands. Except when Kaira walked into the yard. At two years old, the pure-blooded she-wolf was a compact engine of muscle, golden-silver down, and vo

She closed her eyes and remained still. The black furry wolf that happened to be Jason, weaved his away through the thick trees. Jason was a bulky wolf, bigger than the other male wolves, his big golden brown eyes a huge contrast to his black fur. However, the fur of his neck and chest were a different colour, they were white, like that of his mother's. His ears were slightly forward, listening. His paws threaded with finesse.

"Put the gun away and back off." He doesn't move, so this time, I take him by the arm, easing him backwards. The pitch is low. Whatever's producing the sound is big. As we retreat a few steps, the owner of the sound emerges. And he's a whopper. Black, with ginger face markings and eyebrows, this dog could be cast as 'Hellhound of the Year'. A Rottweiler, he crouches, body hanging low, ears laid flat back. His eyes are white-rimmed and his lips pulled back to display ranks of pristine teeth.

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

This was where the core operation of the Black Wolf Clan and the other Wolf's small calm who are under them exists. The car stopped in front of the large gate and a butler approached them and opened the car. "Good evening Highness. You're quite late, the celebration had already started inside." The green-eyed butler greeted him as he handed his coat to him. The butler was wearing a black suit and had a pair of scar engraved on his left cheeks. The Fair Wolf's Clan , he belonged to the fair Wolf's Clan who are under Alexander wings. Alexander smirked at him and suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him senseless. After a moment he drew himself back while the other man was gasping

It's caged in a pink crate. "Is this a husky? It looks like one but I could be wrong. It looks like a samoyed dog too but I could be wrong too?" She continued talking to herself while she tilted her head. The cute little wolf took her entire interest so she sat up straight. She checked the comment section and typed in "interested". Growing fond of what she thought was just a regular dog. Isla messaged the seller first to inquire about it. "Is that Samoyed dog vaccinated? How old? Also, does she or he have a paper?"

I tightened my arms around her, “I will fight your demons, I want you to give me your pain. I want to be your anchor in the storm. My wolf and I, we are strong enough Lori. I already have a plan in place to help you, I have found a guard dog who is also licensed for anxiety and depression. He will be coming in the next few weeks. I already chose a name for him, but only because I know you so well. His name is Sirus, he’s a black Anatolian Shepard. They are normally used on farms to protect flocks from predators, but these beauties are specifically bred to guard and protect their human and to help you with anxiety and depression.” I pulled out my cell and showed her the picture of Sirus. She

Skye was a large black wolf with vibrant blue eyes and she had a white crescent moon on her left hip. It was similar to the birthmark I had on my hip, except mine was light brown. We had the same color of eyes and my hair was raven black and when it hit the sun just right, I could see a hint of blue in it. I wasn’t sure how tall I was, but I couldn’t be much taller than five feet.

I asked him, smirking. “Thats how I want everyone who has ever bullied me to feel. I want them to look upon my beautiful white wolf and tremble in fear.” I told him, recalling how Jarvis had white furs when I looked at my paws. I knew mom and Ariana has grey wolves. It’ll be amazing when they find out that mine is pure and absolutely stunning. I have a rare wolf, it’s called the wolf of the moon goddess, and she is so beautiful.

I asked, curious. Aki barked some more, and then, there it was. My heart ached the moment I saw a dog lying on the ground, whimpering as if in pain. I rushed over and then went down to my knees. “Hey,” I said. “You okay there, little one?” It was a West Highland White Terrier, and its coat was pure white. It was damn cute.