Bungou Stray Dogs Fanfic Novels & Stories

Stray dogs ran out, yelping and crying, as she punched and kicked each one of them. That hour, when they were literally being kicked, was the defining moment in which she was accepted into the clan, over 15 stray dogs kicked out of the arena by a pregnant woman. Even so, that did not stop the advances of her rival, Amanda even if she was at that time, like the shadow, where Lili walked, she was behind, at her side was Arthur, monitoring the events, being a period of peace, in that time, when they were going through a troubled moment, when Lili, without knowing it, was poisoned...

“However, we will not be by ourselves.” A rustling noise emerged from the bushes behind us, and I reflexively took a step back. A pack of wolves appeared, their coats shiny and black, their eyes faintly shining. They were different from the wolves in our pack. They had an element of wildness, a sense of being untamed. "These individuals are the Shadow Strays," Lucian remarked, pointing at the group. "Outcasts like myself who have been rejected." "They've consented to assist." Kai stiffened. “Scoundrels? "Are you joking with me?"

I muttered as breath fogged around me. Brandon wanted my blood. Amanda wanted him. And I was left with nothing. My ruby ring from Mom flickered. Everything was a cruel joke. Tears burned, streaking down my face. A soft whimper cut through the silence. Charlie, my tri-colored stray, padded out of the shadows, his black-white-brown fur mussed. Alarica, the fuzzy gray German shepherd, trailed behind him, her sharp eyes scanning the dark. “You two,” I rasped, my throat raw and thick from crying. “Why do you even stick around a loser like me?”

making me blush with a kiss so fierce strangers stared. We abandoned driving the truck home halfway. He pulled me onto his lap, ripped away my panties, and left me reeling. The unspoken desperation to make the most of each other. To capture the feeling of our skin, our connection together. Like it could all be whipped away in an instant. For a few weeks, we tried to act like everything was fine. But every day, new reports were growing of new Rogue armies expanding in the centre of the nation. Fighting for spoils, killing innocents to get it.

“If you need me, I’ll be doing the job you recommend I not do.” My office three doors down was quiet as a lie not yet told. I closed it, pressed my forehead to the glass, and cleared the fog with my sleeve. The lock clicked. Garron dragged a man through the door by the jacket. Rogue hit his knees; cuffs bit his wrists. One gold canine. He smelled of damp earth and bad choices. “Caught him at the levee,” Garron said. “Talking to a woman with Iron Fang marks. Says he’s freelance.” Freelance is what cowards call loyalty they can’t afford.

She gives me a look that says, Don't you dare call me a pet. "She’s a stray," I lie. I try to sound casual. "She showed up a while back. I think she ran away from a breeder or something. Huskies are known for being runners." Sombra thumps her tail once. It sounds like a threat. Liddy isn't buying it. She walks closer, inspecting Sombra like a piece of furniture with a stain on it. "A stray?" Liddy purses her lips. "That explains why she has no manners. She’s staring at me like she wants to bite me."

My new puppy, Bonbon, has chocolate brown fur, and she is just a cutie, tiring Champ with her playfulness every day. I was called to our packland’s border because some rogues asked for entrance. As I arrive, I take a moment to observe the scene from my seat. It seems they are not here to fight. They look like a father with three pups. “Beta Nate.” one of the guards approaches me, while another stays close to the intruders. This was not what I expected when I received a mind link that rogues had been spotted at the border. “Hi, Scott. What do we have here?” I ask, looking at the intruders while petting my dogs’ heads.

Growling from downstairs quickly snapped me back to the present I turned to look at the clock 'Lunchtime?' I thought 'their growling over food now?' "Get up, Nikki," Kiyara's voice called "The pup is in danger" "There's a pup down there!" I asked her, and she nodded her head at me. At that thought, I was out of bed, and halfway down the stairs, before you could say my name twice, my jaw dropped at the mess in front of me Stranger/Rogue was being held down against the table, his nose bloodied as he was beaten down upon warriors were roaming around the shredded lounge room chasing what appeared to be a pup-like

Once she was freed her arms wrapped around me as she trembled. "Please don't tell Kasin what happened," she begged. I sighed and looked at her. "What if you are pregnant with that fuckers child. You must tell Kasin the truth," I said softly and she whimpered an okay. We both transformed back into our Lycans and made our way out of the crumbling stone building. Glancing around I had no idea which way to go. "Where are we?" I questioned Callie. She lifted her muzzle into the air and made an odd-sounding call. I could hear howling in the distance.