Bungo Stray Dogs Birthdays Novels & Stories

Tail blinked her round eyes and replied, “Granny, I’m three and a half years old. My birthday is on June, 15th.” Old Madam Benson was so excited that her hands were trembling. Her eyes lit up. “Pardon? When is your birthday?” “June, 15th. Mummy said that the moon was extremely round when she gave birth to me that night!” ‘June, 15th! It’s the date that the fortune master, Harvey mentioned!’ Old Madam Benson grinned from ear to ear, squatted in front of Tail, and asked Tail kindly, “Everett has saved you today. Would you like to thank him?”

My colleagues at work were all here, including Adam's. "We're here to celebrate your pre-birthday because some of us won't be around for your birthday due to the holidays" Martha the cook at Burger Zone piped up. Our birthday is on December 27th and this year's pre-birthday is just a day before because our birthday falls on a Saturday this year. "How did you guys get in here anyways?" I asked again. I felt like my face was going to split in two from how hard I was grinning. Everyone pointed at Tyler. I turned to the culprit beside me questioningly.

~CAMILLE~ The first ray of dawn diffracted through the window and landed on my face, causing me to twitch my eyes and open them slowly. I stared at it without blinking, scared to move or make a sound. It was the morning of my birthday. I was nineteen—the legal age for every member of the Silverfang Pack.

It’s finally the end of the day and I am so happy to be out of school. Talia, Rose, Mona and I are going to the mall to get outfits for the big pack birthday party. The party is this weekend. It falls on my birthday. I am so excited. We like any excuse to have a party. Eighteen years ago, our pack had a big baby boom. Ten of us were born days apart. Ben, the future beta, and I were born on the same day. The future alpha was born 2 days before us. His birthday is on Thursday. Nathan’s birthday is Friday. Ben, Rose, and my birthday are this Saturday. All the ranked wolves had babies close together. It must have been something in the water that year.

She couldn’t wait to celebrate Dylan and Ryan’s birthday and show them how much they meant to her. The next few days flew by in a flurry of preparations. Kamila, Zoë, and Serenity worked together to plan a special birthday celebration, coordinating with the rest of the pack to ensure everything was perfect. The night before the birthday, Kamila carefully wrapped the jackets and the rings, adding a personal touch with handwritten notes expressing her love and gratitude.

I silently followed her. The wind in the backyard blew with a harsher bite. Soft, faint whimpers echoed from behind the iron door. Carly opened the door and entered the shed, where a medium-sized white dog was held captive. The dog kept its bloodshot eyes lowered in submission, its legs shackled with silver chains. Its fur was matted and streaked with blood from long-neglected wounds. "It's alright, White Fang. I'm here now." Carly waved the plush toy in her hand. It was a gift I had made for White Fang, a token that let him recognize his owner.

He rubbed his neck uncomfortably and then tried to appease me. "Renee, I know you're upset about me leaving you to decorate the birthday party venue alone the day before yesterday, but you made me wait all day yesterday. We're even now. "You've always wanted me to go back with you to talk to your parents about our marriage, right? Well, I promise that once we get that investment for our pig ranch, I'll go with you to meet your parents. "Alright, enough of this. Go buy the medicine. You've been feeding the pigs long enough. You know what they need when they're sick. Evie's probably worried by now."