Lovecraft Bungo Stray Dogs Novels & Stories

Lucine was a wolf of the Boram pack, the almost extinct Boram pack, a bunch of rogue and cruel rascals, including her parents. She would never forget the day they cornered that female, what they did to her was cruel, and all that just because she was from the Lycans clan.

I ordered. The vampires gnarled and leaped forward. A wolf jumped up towards me but was bashed away by a fist from Florence, who zoomed into my front. The wolf flew away, and she zoomed toward it. I smirked at her. She slammed her fist below the wolf's chin with great force, and the wolf roared in pain, falling to the ground afterward. She finally held it by the chin and ripped off its head.

So did Duncan. I wasn’t worried about the condition of my love until he stumbled into my tent and I was able to see the damage Rufus caused up close. He may have killed Rufus, but I questioned whether he was soon to follow. I guided him to my cot and coaxed him to lie down. It was clear he was in need of blood. Without thinking twice about it, I grabbed a small knife off the food preparation table and slit my wrist. Ignoring the sudden horror, I felt as I witnessed more blood gushing forth than I’d expected, I forced my wound against his lips. My semi-conscious vampire sucked greedily.

It’s the beating of wings, about to be paired with high pitched shrieks from what looks to be a dozen-- no, two dozen, or-- It’s a fucking endless wave of cat-sized, blood-thirsty Striga bursting through that doorway and barreling straight toward us. And I am out of bullets.

The feral growl that left his mouth was ear piercing. “Run!” Is all I heard him say before twenty Vampires piled on top of him and then another twenty. My hands cupped my mouth and tears poured out. I watched the man I love, my mate be torn to pieces and all I could do was stand here and watch. “We have to go, Sasha!” Draconian grabbed me again. I kicked and screamed for him to release me, but he didn’t. He was silent as he carried my wailing body off the roof.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he made his way over to his desk. "W-Why was s-she out there?" I asked. Master leaned back against the desk so he was almost sitting on it, placing the leash down in the process. "It's a stupid thing that some vampires do when their pet has misbehaved or they decide that they don't want them anymore." My eyes widened

Her husband was a vampire, and they have a child who's a dhampir. "We will visit our son," I answered while Runo bowed at her. This was Runo's first time meeting these people since she barely left the apartment. "Ah, is that so? Here. Give this to your son," Miss Tenny said, giving us some freshly picked flowers from her mini garden. "Sorry, those are just regular flowers, nothing special, and I just picked them from my garden," Miss Tenny apologized, but Runo shook her head and thanked the woman with teary eyes.

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."

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

She would face each trial with unwavering determination, fueled by the love and support she had. *** Finally, Beverly sneaked into Omaha that night. Her heart pounded in her chest as she navigated the darkened streets of Omaha under the cover of night. The place she once called home was now a haunting wasteland, littered with the lifeless bodies of both humans and werewolves. Her steps were careful and silent as she made her way to a nearby mountain, seeking solace in its secluded heights. From her vantage point, Beverly surveyed the devastation that had befallen Omaha. The once bustling streets were now silent and deserted, save for the occasional flicker of movement in the shadows. The ste