Bungo Stray Dogs Lovecraft Novels & Stories

Spotty - faced , argumentative Stanley , and conceit of himself . Why , he was not even a gentleman ! Lucy found her way along the bewildering corridors and down the broad staircase ; there were huge fires burning in the hall , and the dogs rose up from the hearth to greet her . As she stood hesitating on the bottom step the door of the library opened and Donald came out . "

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!”

"They aren't here!" Suddenly, the frantic scraping of our search was violently interrupted. It started low, a deep, chest-rattling vibration that seemed to shake the very floorboards beneath our feet. Then, it erupted. It wasn't the high-pitched, raspy screech of a human zombie. It was a massive, thunderous, bone-chilling howl that tore through the night sky just outside the walls of the lodge. It was a werewolf’s roar, but it was distorted, gurgling with wet, corrupted rage, carrying an alpha’s terrifying authority twisted by the black sickness.

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

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.

Before me stood a hefty, snarling rogue, its strong jaws lined with sharp teeth and dripping saliva. In a moment, three more stepped out, four-footed with thick black fur. Their eyes glowed a dangerous red. Despite having no wolf of my own, I could still sense a foul aura on them—a promise of death to whoever crossed their path. A breath I hadn’t realized I was holding rushed out. “What do you want from me?” I yelled, gripping Lason tighter. They only stalked closer, a telltale sign that this encounter would end with one party dead or injured—likely the former.

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."