Bungo Stray Dogs Lovecraft Novels & Stories

He drops to one knee in front of me and bows his head, I look at both Clay and Bellona puzzled by the man's actions. “Please stand, I am…” He stands and stops me mid sentence. “I know who you are, Alpha. I just never realised you had returned” The stranger says before turning to Bellona “Bellona, apologies” Then to Clayton “My apologies, Alpha we have had quite a few attacks lately and it is breeding season for us” “I understand, I am Alpha Clayton Blackridge of Lobo Sombra, and this is my mate Luna Enyo Burnside,” Clayton says, holding out his hand to the other man. My wolf is purring in the way Clay refers to us as his Luna.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

Up a flight of worn grey steps to the open front door , solid and nail - studded , and so into a huge gloomy hall with two stained - glass windows throwing beams of coloured light across the broad ornamental staircase and just touch ing the musicians ' gallery at the top. Ancient and tattered colours hung from either side of the stone fireplace where the arms of the McGurtries were carved , and Lucy saw several antlers on the walls . A couple of shaggy dogs rose from the skin rug before the hearth and came forward , growling a little ' Be quiet , you two ! A tall thin man with an aesthetic face who walked with a limp , came forward ; quietening the dogs . He wore an ordinary tweed suit and n

she called out, asking for a response. “Great, now I’m hearing things. Maybe I’ve been more stressed than I thought.” She continued to the next statue, which was more lively, on all fours, looking like it was getting ready to run. “Prurien Omnia Stray 97-, this one must be Pru’s then.” “Careful, don’t trust them,” the voice whispered again. “Who’s there? Show yourself? This isn’t funny. Lasci? Johnathan? Stop trying to scare me and just come out!”

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

Until the day you and Kaelith moved in with me and everything changed. They stopped coming. The elders had been right—they didn’t like strangers. They called it a curse for ordinary people to see them, so they avoided you and Kaelith. Sometimes they still appeared, but when they did, I was the only one who could see them. They would stand at a distance, never crossing the space where you and Kaelith were. They just watched, then disappeared again like shadows melting into air. Then came that night. The night I woke up screaming at the wall.

she took back the chocolate from him and rushed to her room. " Aww, she called me her favorite". Ryan said happily and he got a hard gaze from jayden, he gulped nervously. "There is no need to be angry, is just a compliment". he added avoiding his gaze. In an abandoned uncompleted building, an elderly man was seen boiling in rage with three decomposed bodies laying on the floor and his men were behind. " How dare jayden touch a lion's tail? Who the hell does he think he is". he voices out angrily.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

It’s the beating of wings, about to be paired with high pitched shrieks from what looks to be a dozen-- no, two dozen, or-- It’s a fucking endless wave of cat-sized, blood-thirsty Striga bursting through that doorway and barreling straight toward us. And I am out of bullets.

“This one here is our pet dog, a very rare breed. It’s only found in our region, almost extinct. That’s why people don’t know much about it. This is one of its kind.” ‘WHEN CAN I KILL YOU? You made me a pet, a fucking dog?’ I yell through our mind link. As they continue this absurd conversation, my beast continues to think of all the ways we will torture Giovanni before killing him. “No, No, I don’t want to touch it.” Omerta moves back as she says that, and my beast is furious, and I almost keep it from growling. My agitated beast is fuming because this stray doesn’t want to touch us, and he thinks she doesn’t find him attractive. WOW, just WOW.