Bungou Stray Dogs Novels & Stories

‘Now that's my type of rhythm. The ride continued for another couple minutes before I reached my destination. By the time I pulled up, the air had already soured. I could smell them before I saw them. Sweaty, impatient, entitled in all the worst ways. Strays and Rogues usually had that distinct stench to them. Not because of poor hygiene, but because of their nature, it was simply off… and filled with desperation. They were milling around like thugs at a poorly organized protest. About twenty of them on sight. Most were mid shift and the rest fully shifted. Revealing fangs, claws, glowing eyes. You name it, all as a show of power.

“Will there be a second date, though?” Emma shrugged. “We’ll see.” She looked at him. “So what do you have for me case-wise?” Camille rushed to the shelter, carrying Emily. There was a long line of people waiting outside. She swallowed, fearing she may not get a room. It wasn’t long until she was proven right as the doors were closed. She sighed and walked away with her daughter. Typically, they would find a semi-private place to sleep in, but she never felt safe those nights. She thought about it for a moment and realized she didn’t feel safe most nights. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the address she’d been given. All her upbringing had taught her not to trust strangers, but sh

“Nobody’s going to believe we’re out here looking for… What was it again?” “Red-breasted mergansers,” he says without missing a beat. “God, you’re such a nerd.” “We’re not actually here to bird watch. Focus.” I roll my eyes before lifting my binoculars. We’re a safe distance away from the castle in question, trying to determine just how far out Van Straus’ security perimeter stretches. I spotted a patrol not too long ago making the rounds with a pack of well-trained, vicious-looking dogs. Belgian Malinois to be exact. The kind that can and will rip your throat out in less than twenty seconds. Gabriel and I are hidden amongst the tall trees that border the property, but we still have to be ca

Allana and Augustine went all around the island for a few hours then went back to eat their lunch, they only ate sweet mung bean dumpling at the island and a steamy hot chocolate for breakfast so they felt quite famished after going around for a long time. They entered a small cafe with pets running all around the building, mostly dogs of different breeds and sizes. It is said to be a place for pet owners to leave their pets like a daycare and as well as a pet orphanage that takes care of all the stray animals. Those who have not been neutered were wearing diapers to prevent unnecessary pregnancy. All of them are trained pets so there was no fighting and they knew where to go when they neede

“Why are you called Hound?” Nothing. “I know where you’re taking me,” she tried again, her voice lowering. “Binge. He won’t pay you. He’ll betray you—he’s done it before. I’ll do anything. Anything. Just listen to me.” Still, he said nothing. The checkpoint loomed ahead—a crumbling warehouse, its roof swallowed by the night sky. From the shadows emerged Binge. Tall and gaunt, he grinned wide enough to show all his teeth. “Well, well, if it ain’t the stray dog,” he said. “Long time no see, Hound.”

“If they are injured and in need of assistance.” “There’s assisting Ame and there’s being at risk of a takeover.” “This doesn’t sound like you. Since when have you started to be alarmed by rogues.” He wasn’t acting like his usual confident self, something was troubling him…was it the rogue situation…. “You wait…wait until we approach the pack gates.” …. Belgaire wasn’t lying, he never lies to me. As we approach the main gated borders of the Savage Fang’s, tents litter the outside area…smoke billows in the air from camp fires and as I open my window I can hear the distant rumblings of a chant.

“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?"

The night was dark and cold in Banglador, but it was colder and darker in Malkouth. It was nearing dawn by the time that the wolves had finished their hunting expedition and returned to their dens. There was a time when the pack had all come to rest together after a night's activities, but Balthazar had put an end to that when the wolves had begun to turn against their own kind.