Bungo Stray Dogs Lovecraft の小説・ストーリー

Instead, I stand my ground, shifting my grip on the bowl until my fingers ache with the effort of not trembling. “If you’re worried about contamination,” I say, “maybe don’t breathe.” It’s a cheap shot, but it lands. His face goes red, then settles into a look that says he’s already decided how I’ll pay for it later. He leans in, so close I smell the morning’s coffee and the faint, metallic tang of blood on his breath. “Don’t test me, Stray,” he whispers. “You won’t like the answer.” I stare him down, not blinking. The wolf in me wants to bare its own teeth, but I clamp down, show nothing but boredom.

Somehow I managed to keep going until she mercifully stopped to allow me a rest before I had a heart attack. When my heart finally left my ears and receded back into my chest, I detected the faint sound of dogs braying in the distance. Isabelle informed me that it was not dogs, but goons hot on our tail and we needed to pick up the pace. I couldn’t believe she expected me to be able to run any faster than I had been, but I nodded and waived my hand for her to lead the way. Off we went. The goons were almost upon us by the time we passed through the protective shield of the coven’s encampment. As it appeared before us, the braying faded away.

Rogues — three, four, five — snarling, eyes feral, bodies twisted with infection. People screamed. Warriors shifted. Chaos exploded. Kael shoved Eira behind a pillar. “Do not move—” A rogue lunged from the side before he finished. Eira turned just in time to see claws slash toward her. Pain tore across her shoulder. She hit the ground hard, and her breath ripped from her lungs. Her vision blurred. Kael roared her name — a sound more animal than man — and tore the rogue off her, ripping it apart with a brutality that shook the hall.

"More of him? Well, that's not a one-night stand then. Maybe he's a lover." "I don't know him. I don't even know where he lives. He's a stranger but the feeling is different." "Where did you guys meet?" "At the field. In the woods." "Last night was the full moon. I told you to come home earlier. Are you sure you weren't mated?" "I don't know where it is but I just feel like I want more but I think it's different for him," she replied feeling sad. "Girl you are tripping. Chill. I think it's just a fling. There's nothing serious there. Dada asked of you."

"The auctioneer's asking you. Care to raise?" The crowd was bracing for a good show when they caught the plain tremor in Karina's voice. "N-no more..." The hammer came down, and the hall went utterly still. I bent down, patted Karina's bloodless face, and murmured a single line into her ear. "You're lower than a dog!" "Layla, you rabid dog, you're dead!" Karina shrieked, "She's got a gun! Layla actually broke the Thorne family's own rule and brought a gun into the auction!"

'Fine, but if ever it gets too dangerous, you stay out of it. It doesn't take too long before the Strays find where we are. My heart pounds as I stare at the unnatural creatures. They look like werewolves, but something about them doesn't feel right. Although they look like one, they don't smell like a werewolf, their scent is still human. Their eyes are red with rage as they ravage whatever is in front of them. I smell smoke and I know immediately that fire is being started somewhere.

CHAPTER 6 — BLOOD UNDER MOONLIGHT Lyra’s POV The scream didn’t come from me. It came from the crowd. From the moment my claws tore through flesh, time fractured. Sound dulled. The feast hall—once roaring with laughter, music, and the thick scent of roasted meat—collapsed into stunned silence broken only by the wet thud of a body hitting stone. My hands were red. Not metaphorically. Literally. Blood slid down my fingers in slow, viscous lines, warm and unmistakably real. It dripped onto the marble floor, splattering against the Blackthorn crest carved beneath my feet.

Thus, she was able to put so much distance between her and the assassins. At that moment, a pack of stray dogs started barking at her loudly. Their barks soon shifted into low-pitched growls, their eyes shining maliciously. It was then Violet spotted a bitch giving birth a short distance away. Whenever dogs gave birth, they would never allow any strangers to get close to them. For strays, this principle was especially crucial. Violet took a deep breath. The rotten stench gushed up her nostrils right away, causing her to cough in discomfort.