Bungou Stray Dogs Novels & Stories

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

STRAYS' POV - THE REAL PLANS The stray camp was hidden deep within the forest, far from the watchful eyes of the pack. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint rustle of leaves, the shadows of the towering trees casting a dark blanket over their camp. The strays moved silently, their bodies tense, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. They were always on guard, always prepared for the possibility of an attack.

Right beside the door we had come from was a plastic tub filled with metal dog bowls that looked as if they had just been tossed inside and forgotten. I was confused as to what they were to serve as until I saw someone walking back with one in her hands, filled with water from the tyre. It was the only source of water I could see in the bleak landscape. “Dog bowls” Strangles huffed when he looked at them “how cute.” “At least we’re in town again” I shrugged and tilted my head to the bars, which revealed the main road only a few metres from us where more uniformed people stood. They were armed with guns, to form a human barricade.

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.

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.

The compound was quiet, too quiet and too big. We walked to the front door and knocked. The moment the heavy wooden door opened for us to step inside the house, that was when we saw them. The Arabic men were standing right there in the wide hallway, holding the dogs. Four dogs. Proper big guard dogs, heavy, spit coming out from their mouths, broad chests, red eyes. One was a thick Caucasian Shepherd, one was a scarred Doberman, one was a heavy Rottweiler, and one was a massive Boerboel fighting hard against their thick leather leashes. They started barking all at once, a deep, loud noise that made the floor shake under our shoes. We jumped backward immediately, holding our bags tight to our

In the other side Rizza and her manager Bong Go entered the main gate of Vanlimz family. They are happy but they only entered in the main gate not the mansion. The traffic became more heavier. There’s a lot of uninvited people and the media network personnel are on outside. The security team was alert and all their responsibility they’ve working hard. The different kinds of breeding dogs are roaming inside. The dogs are well trained and nothings to worry about. They will bite and devour you anytime if they will smell something suspicious about you. When Rizza and her manager Bong Go was about to enter the main entrance there’s a lot of noblewoman and honourable man lined up.

"Good morning Doctor, I'm Ivan, and this is my dog Neo." "Good morning, Hi Neo, how are you today, boy?" I reach for the beagle dog and pet him for a while. "So, based on the chat, you briefly explain to Ivan that Neo, your dog, rarely wants to walk outside, rarely wants to eat, and loves to stay in the corner of your room all day. Is that true?" Ivan gives me a sad smile, "Yes, Doctor, Neo was a stray dog before I got him into adoption, and the adoption center for dogs officer told me once that Neo is also an abused dog."

I wondered just how many other unsuspecting women he had charmed into failure with that grin. “Plus, we found this dog here. Isn't he awesome?” Tyler looked up at me, his hand still on the dog's head. It was a brown mutt with white paws and a white splotch on his chest. He wasn't an ugly dog, but he certainly wasn't going to win any dog shows. Judging by the thinness in the dog's ribs and the state of his fur, he was one of the local strays. I had heard they liked to hang out near the tourist areas of the island because they usually could find food.

Thus, she was able to put so much distance between her and the assassins. At that moment, a pack of stray dogs started barking at her loudly. Their barks soon shifted into low-pitched growls, their eyes shining maliciously. It was then Violet spotted a bitch giving birth a short distance away. Whenever dogs gave birth, they would never allow any strangers to get close to them. For strays, this principle was especially crucial. Violet took a deep breath. The rotten stench gushed up her nostrils right away, causing her to cough in discomfort.