Bungou Stray Dogs Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“It’s all over you. Who have you been with?” “There’s no one.” Genuinely confused — she ran back through the afternoon, the garden, the clearing, the wolf — “There’s no one, I was in the woods—” “No one.” He plucked something from her jeans. Held it up. A single grey-black hair. “And what the hell is this?” “A dog.” She almost laughed, which was a mistake. “A stray dog in the woods. I told you, I was in the woods—” “A stray dog.” The words came out very quiet, which was worse than the shouting. “Did you sleep with him?”

I wonder if he's going to pout all day. Maddy and I stay on the tailgate of the truck listening to the radio and eating our snacks when a sweet small stray dog comes running up. He reminds me of the dog that played Benji from childhood movies. Same golden brown wiry-looking hair. The only difference is this dog was missing one of his front legs. We feed him some chips and water. Maddy and I started calling him Tripod and decided we were taking him home today. We spent the next couple of hours playing with him in the bed of the truck while they finished the walls. Before we knew it, the guys were back and ready to go pick up the food. I laid a towel off to the side of the driveway for Tripod

Fucking Drusdor and his lack of hygiene. Not able to say that Bigfoot had recently resided in the back seat, Stralath forced a smile. "I briefly looked after a neighbors dog." "Oh. What kind?" Stralath touched the invisible disc attached to his skull and searched the database for an appropriate breed. "A big, drooly, smelly Mastiff."

He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his neck, his own sliding to her waist to hold her in place. Within his mind, he saw an incandescent creature roar in triumph. Covered in rainbow radiance, it leapt to claim and dominate, to meet him in a longing greeting. Just as suddenly as it appeared, the image faded away, bringing him back to the yearning eyes of his beloved wife. 'What a strange illusion.' Shaking off the image, Zain drew back his hips and held his wife's gaze, pounding into her in a relentless beat. Her breasts boobed with each powerful thrust as her eyes blazed with the heat of their mating.

I cannot stop what will happen next. Everything goes dark again, and I can feel myself free-falling, shaking, but I can't wake up. Then I see her leave the house in the morning, quiet and nervous, clutching her bag like it could shield her from the world. She drives down the street, unsuspecting, and I'm there every turn. She arrives at school and meets Clay. I don’t know exactly how he convinced her to come, but it’s probably the video he showed her. He’s waiting beside the pool when she gets there, like a calm predator in the early sunlight. She gets close to him, and without hesitation, he pushes her in.

However, he simply leaned down to nibble on my ear, murmuring, "Relax, honey. You'll get hurt otherwise." A wave of despair and helplessness crashed over me, and all I could do was shout at the top of my lungs, "Bingo! Bingo!" Bingo came charging out from further inside the house, but then he stopped near us and refused to take another step. "Get lost, you damn dog!" Zachary bellowed at it. Scared, Bingo retreated two steps before starting to pace anxiously. Seeing that his threat had worked, Zachary once again pressed close to me.

It was huge, with sharp tusks and wild eyes. Every instinct in me screamed to unleash my powers and fight it off. But Elara... I couldn't risk her getting hurt if my powers went haywire again. Frustration burned in my gut, but I knew I had to get us out of there. Thinking fast, I dug into my pocket. Luckily, I had a pack of hotdogs stashed away and with a flick of my wrist, I hurled the entire package towards the boar. Thankfully, it worked. The beast squealed and lumbered after the hotdogs, momentarily distracted.

He whispers against my ear, licking and nipping his way down along my jaw. “NO! Please no! Please! Stop!” I finally found my voice, screaming and begging him to stop, as his sharp canines nipped against my marking spot. He purrs as he scents me again, loving the smell of my complete and utter terror. “It seems our Little Doll has finally remembered her place.” He runs his nose along my jawline, forcing a harsh, bloody kiss against my lips, bruising them when I refuse to kiss him back. He pulls away, speaking again, “Brady wants me to, you know. We want you, our Little Doll, we want all of you. You’re never leaving us!”

Caspian laughed. “I know. I know. You don’t consider yourself a pack.” Books rolled his eyes. “He takes in all the strays.” “Incorrect. I don’t take in anybody. What usually happens is they find me, and they’re not strays at all.” “No, we’re just a bunch of unwanteds. I see you bear the mark as well,” Raine said, nodding at her neck. “That looks like it stung.” Tears sprang into her eyes at the remembered pain. “It did.”

There was a moment of joy, but even Jane knew there was work to do. "I guess we need to go see . . ." Jane couldn't bring herself to say it . . . to talk about those members of the Strays that had died the previous night. The Strays were a group of lycanthropes and humans with magical abilities (called Talents) who lived together in secret, stealing to survive but keeping the forces of darkness at bay . . . most of the time. The previous night, a group of demons called Hellspawn had come down into the Stray's underground lair (called the Den) and had attacked the Strays. A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small