Bungou Stray Dogs Novels & Stories

“If you follow us home, I’m sure you can have some food.” Hana’s eyes glaze over for a bit and then she snaps out of it. She turns to Asha. “Beta Wendy says we can bring the stray.” The stray? What stray? I look around for strays. “Come on, we’re allowed to bring you.” Hana reaches for my hands. Realisation dawns on me. “Oh,” I say. “I’m the stray?” They press their lips together, and I frown, offended. But they weren’t wrong. It’s better to be labeled a stray than a rogue.

“I hope they checked around the area for others. Anyway, Tobias knows his job.” “Yes, he does. He said they checked thoroughly, and there was no other wolf around. “Probably stray rogues,” Rowan chuckled. “Nothing to worry about. Still, we have tight security.” My lips twitched with a ghost of a smile at Rowan’s words. Rogues are already considered stray wolves as they have an allegiance or loyalty to any pack. So he calls these ones stray rogues, and it's just him having a run of words.

If I catch you feeding strays again, I'll keep the money! "@401 Bella Martin, why are you not replying? Don't want to part with those filthy cats? I'm doing this for your own good and for everyone's good! With all the viruses going around, strays are even more likely to carry them. What if someone gets infected? The consequences would be terrible! "And if one of those strays attacks someone, you'll be fully responsible! One thousand dollars won't be enough to solve that!" This old hag really had the nerve to call my cute little Stinko a filthy cat.

Boucher moves having me as a shield and the cat meows from the fall that causes him. “There you are,” he mutters under his breath and doesn't look at me at all as Boucher drags me along. Damn, Ryder throws me off a lot. I shouldn't have turned my back on Jason. "You didn't want to stay out, huh?" “Stay out?” he laughs very openly. We just came to welcome our guests. Because after all, we are on D'Angelo land, the place where the beasts are born and there are those who set foot here without taking a memory of them. This is your giant mousetrap and we are your mice.

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.

Instead, we wound our way through dusty back roads, past trailer homes and barren fields of cactus and rock, until we wound up at a tiny group of cabins out in the desert. “What’s this?” “This is the fine establishment where we’re staying,” Killian said as he climbed out of the car. “Bob’s Desert Oasis.” “…Bob?” As we got out of the car, a barking pack of dogs – half a dozen of them – raced out of the main house. They were all mutts, though there seemed to be a lot of labrador in the mix. I jumped back in the convertible, but Derek bent over and held out his hands. The dogs raced around him, sniffing him, jumping up on his jeans excitedly.

Then they could have figured out what we were doing here and figured out at least one of us are from here, but now we can pretend to be lost on our way to find a nice place to camp for the night. I have no idea what a Rogue is, or what they’re like, other than the obvious. In my mind they’re feral dogs with froth coming from their mouths as they sneer and growl at anything that comes near them. Of course in their wolf forms, if they did that as humans I’m not sure I would be able to contain my laughter. The thought makes me suck my lips into my mouth to stop myself from grinning like a maniac, as Azaire grips my hand tighter and picks up his speed.

He wasn’t kidding. We rounded the final corner to reach our baggage claim, and there she was—Xenia. A petite Puerto Rican woman with her duo-tone hair, half a rich, almost-black brown, and the other half a vibrant blonde, like dusk and dawn fighting for attention, braided into Princess Leia buns, oversized sunglasses perched on her head, her smile radiant as she waved at us. Beside her were two dogs: a regally alert corgi and a giant Leonberger tucked close into Xenia’s side, her posture low, tail tucked, but gaze locked onto Clay. Her anxiety read like a pulse, vibrating just beneath the surface—but she didn’t move from Xenia’s side. Not an inch. Pockets started wriggling so hard in his car

Low voice, “Clar… you’ve already marked Ben, haven’t you?” He knew immediately—her body carried a strong tiger scent. Clar, feeling guilty for worrying them all night, explained apologetically, “We were going to join the bonfire, but five stray beasts appeared. Ben awakened his power to save me, so…” Lucas hadn’t expected the strays to travel so far. Clearly premeditated. “Our tribe was also attacked by strays. They hid underground, intending to steal our females.” He tightened his hold on her, vowing never to leave her again. Even if she secretly met someone, he would follow. This time, Ben got lucky, seizing an opportunity.

Some bared their teeths, drool dropping off like wild dogs. Rogues!! The name clicked in my head before I could finish processing it. I was in rogue territory. How far had I run? “ohh my, Look what we got here,” one of them, tall with a crooked smile. Probably their leader who was holding a bow and a quiver of arrows strapped at his back stepped forward. “A pretty little lost pup just stumbled into our backyard.” A series of laughter that sounded like a pack of hyenas crying echoed through the crowd.