Bungo Stray Dogs Lovecraft Novels & Stories

They watched him cook their dogs, while making small talk about the weather and the park. Joe handed the first cooked hot dog to Laura. “Thanks,” she said, “smells great.” She reached for the ketchup bottle. She opened it and gave it a hard squeeze. “That’s new, careful…” Joe started to say. Suddenly a big shot of ketchup sprayed out at a high velocity, hitting Angelo in the stomach and spraying down the front of his pants. Laura gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth. She held her breath. She looked up at him.

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.

Today's research had been beyond draining, adding to the fact that Maura is extremely bubbly, she basically wore me out with her endless talk. The hallway was quiet, save for the distant murmur of voices. My footsteps were soft, padded against the wooden floor. The last thing I wanted was to run into anyone and exchange unnecessary pleasantries. Then the air changed. A sharp scent—metallic, primal, feral—hit my nose, and my feet slowed. Just ahead, the door to the courtyard was cracked open. Every part of my being screamed to turn back, but for some reason, I felt a strong pull. I inched forward, drawn by something I couldn’t name, and peeked through the gap.

"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.

“Little more.” When the Stray gets a few meters away from Amilia, she had walked the remaining steps and swings the bat. She had hit the Stray with all the powers she can gather. The bat’s surface collided with the Stray’s neck and she wait with bated breath for a reaction. The Stray didn’t let her down when it stepped back from the impact. The marks on its neck were pulsing and there was some black smoke coming from it. “Come on!”

It was difficult to focus on what was happening in the yard and still pursue the bloodsucker in front of her, but it seemed her team was about to have company. Mila saw it, too, and called for her team to turn their attention to the black creatures that began to scurry in their direction from every place the light didn’t touch. They emerged from beneath piles of discarded metal, from a stack of old tires; the bushes and shrubbery moved and quaked as the darkness took on a life of its own and began to creep across the yard. The team opened fire.

"I spent six months perfecting this formula." We sipped our drinks in a comfortable silence. The night breeze was gentle, and the city lights twinkled below us. "I heard Corvus has been having a hard time," Chloe said suddenly. My hand paused. "Oh?" "After losing his powers, he couldn't find a legitimate job. He ended up..." Chloe hesitated. "He sells his blood," Chloe said quietly. "To the lowest of the low. They call them 'blood-bags'." A blood-bag. A human kept on hand for thrill-seeking vampires to feed on.

" The guy spat again as if mentioning my family name left a bitter taste in his mouth. I picked up a blade and turned to face him. "That's right. I'm a Bologna. And do you know what that fucking means?" He smirked. "That you're a cocksucker." My lips twitched with a half-smile as I stared at him. He was probably in his mid-twenties. Scrawny. Ugly. Filthy. High. And soon to be dead. I walked up to him while slowly stroking the blades of the knives in my hands. After the whole thing with Layla in Bolivia, this was exactly what I needed. It was like the universe was throwing me a bone, trying to make up for the shitty night I'd had so far.