Bungou Stray Dogs Fanfic Novels & Stories

My soul now yearned for someone, the girl was to be my mate. If she was being hunted, then she was probably a stray. Stray wolves are wolves that had been abandoned by their pack, either because their pack had been wiped out or because they had committed a crime and were labelled as a traitor. Whichever one it was I knew that if she was being tracked by Hunters then sending out a public search for her would only bring the wolves that Hunted her closer to their target. I need to find her in a way that wouldn’t attract much attention.

“I literally sent you pictures of us. Did you not check?” “Wait, really?” My voice lit up. “Aww, that’s so sweet.” “The tiny thing won’t let me breathe,” he groaned dramatically. “I’m more of a cat guy, you know that. But this stray dog basically chose me. Like… it saw me and was like ‘yup, you’re my emotional support human.’ And now here we are.” I burst out laughing. “That’s amazing. I’ll check the photos now.” “Good,” he said in his usual playful tone. “Don’t act like you’re not obsessed when you see him. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t ditch me again, ghost girl.”

Logan asked Delano. "Yes, Someone from the organization went astray" Delano replied while Logan chuckled. "It turned out to be a stray dog" Logan crossed his legs and leaned back on the soft car sofa "What do you think we should do to a stray Dog?" He asked without looking at anyone at all. "Make the disappear from the face of the earth" Delano replied but Logan shook his head. "Not you, Her" He cocked his head and glanced at Amelia that hurdled herself to a corner.

When they’re gone, I clean up the messy house some and wash the clothes that are scattered everywhere. A few mornings later, I’m dragged from sleep by the sound of the brothers’ shouts. Sliding from the sheets, I stealth-walk across the bedroom and crack the door. “We can’t take care of another stray,” Warrick roars. “She’s a puppy in a wolf’s body.” “But—” Callan starts.

The pack was putting up a strong defense, but the strays had the numbers and the element of surprise on their side. One of the strays, Zara, moved towards a group of pack members, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Xenia. She lunged, her claws outstretched, her eyes filled with determination. She struck Xenia hard, the force of the blow sending her sprawling to the ground. A smile of satisfaction crossed Zara's face as she watched Xenia fall, but that smile quickly faded.

“Yeah. It’s a major thing, but after the first time, it’s supposed to get better.” “Well, mostly it was like we were all tangled up. I didn’t know what to do with my legs and arms.” She gave a sheepish grin. “I felt really awkward the whole time, but I guess that will get better, too.” Kate looked at Camille with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Are you going to do it again?” Camille smiled and bit her lip. “Who knows?” But she already knew. This was something special between her and Tyler. She loved her boyfriend and wanted every time after to be with him.

But Sarah… Sarah knew what Darren was talking about. Years ago, that little shit Aria had taken in a mangy stray off the side of the road. They weren’t allowed to have pets around the house since their mother was allergic, but Aria—selfish as always—had taken care of the dog anyway. Sarah still recalled how Aria would slip out like no one would notice, using her allowance to buy food and supplies. Sarah used to follow her, and found Aria keeping the little stowaway in the abandoned barn down the road.

Do they know each other? “You know this dog?” I asked, bewildered, pointing at Bobby, who barked cheerfully. Ethan nodded. “He’s a smart stray dog I found earlier. I was about to bring him home when the police wandered all over the city, making it hard for me to escape. We split up earlier. However…” He stroked Bobby’s fur gently. His tail wagged back and forth, almost slapping my face, then he rested his head on Ethan’s chest, his eyes closing. He yawned, settling comfortably.

The rogues hesitate instantly. Only for a second. But it's enough. June stumbles hard this time. The heat isn't a pulse anymore. It's a storm tearing through her body. Her legs shake violently. Her vision blurs around the edges. The wolves close in. Not disciplined. Not coordinated. Just opportunistic. Rogues. A couple from some nearby border pack. One young male already half-crazed from her scent. They don't move like hunters. They move like starving animals circling fresh blood.

I angrily demand out. “No…” She reaches for me, moving around the desk towards me but I leap out of my desk chair, keeping the desk between us. Keeping my hands clenched by my side rather than around her throat. The heavy weight of truth crashes down on me as if the heaves have opened. “I was a rogue, homeless…banished from another pack…” “From Belgaire’s pack.” I roar out, now chasing her around the desk wanting to punish her for her unthinkable crimes. “Cold….callous…he left a pregnant female pack less.”