Blood on Ice - Chapter Nine
_ the reptilian dropped his blade and fell to his knees in front of the reeling black wolf. his body twisted just enough for me to see the two feathered arrows protruding from his chest.
Blood Red: Chapter Eleven: The Dangerous Half-Dozen
Time: 15:35pm. Year: 2245, January 13th. Location: New Vega, South-East District. I quickly strode down the empty streets of the South-East district of the city; it was almost always quiet during the day - with the exception of the odd checkpoint...
Blood Red: Chapter Nine: Old Faces (part 3)
Elle kept her eyes focused on the feral as i quickly regained focus and sprinted over to the van, watching as a black-wolf stepped out wielding a large rifle that he could barely hold in both paws; he tossed me a smaller, more compact rifle that he had slung
Wolfie and his GSD
Note: My boyfriend asked me to upload my story up on here, so I decided that I would since he thinks I'm a good writer and I knew it would make him happy. I am kinda curious myself to see what others think too. This is my first story I've ever...
Chapter XII: New Promise
It was shortly before the dawning of a new day. The sky was still a dark blue that had begun to grow lighter with hints of orange and purple careening on the horizon. A lone wolf stood near a grave marker bearing a single flower in his paw. It had...
Chapter 17: Sign of the Dark
Most of the aching night was spent observing the enemy as they rested up from a conflict with the Forgotten, an event that thinned out the foxes numbers from 12 to roughly six or seven, give or take. Private Shelley suggested to Stone that they do a...
One of my poems
I am a wolf in a moonless autumn night Wandering under chilled chilly rain And my heart beating in my chest stubbornly Why, if there is no need to have it Go one under the canopy of heaven Not basking in the dead radiance of the moon dead In the...
Torn apart::Escape
He was black wolf one of the more popular guys in the senior class, only a few months away from the draft. he pulled out a gray and bandana and shirt from his back pack, and tied them around my wrists stopping the blood from seeping out of them.
Aftermath
Cory Windrunner slumped, exhausted, barely able to keep herself on the hassock she had sat upon... how long ago? Hours? Months? Years? She had heard every word of a story spanning nearly a decade, felt as if she had somehow lived it, survived it, and...
Collar 4 -- Need to Talk
I passed my forepaws over my face briefly, trying to regain my wits, then settled them in my lap. The events of the past week, not to mention the past hour or so, were taking a toll. I couldn't blame it on lack of sleep; I'd been sleeping like a happy...
Collar 3 -- Self Discovery
"He's in a spot o' bother, isn't he, little 'un?" "Very much so, Master, very much a spot of bother." "Quite the pickle, wouldn't ye say?" "A particularly large gherkin, Master, a prize-winning dill." "Kosher, d' ye think?" "It would not be my...
Collar 9 -- Faith
The next few weeks were a study in contrasts, from frustration and relief (careful where you go with that) to hectic and calm. I announced my guardianship at both Sunday masses, receiving a positive response from the vast majority of the congregation....