Sigma Bungo 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.

“This one here is our pet dog, a very rare breed. It’s only found in our region, almost extinct. That’s why people don’t know much about it. This is one of its kind.” ‘WHEN CAN I KILL YOU? You made me a pet, a fucking dog?’ I yell through our mind link. As they continue this absurd conversation, my beast continues to think of all the ways we will torture Giovanni before killing him. “No, No, I don’t want to touch it.” Omerta moves back as she says that, and my beast is furious, and I almost keep it from growling. My agitated beast is fuming because this stray doesn’t want to touch us, and he thinks she doesn’t find him attractive. WOW, just WOW.

She gives me a look that says, Don't you dare call me a pet. "She’s a stray," I lie. I try to sound casual. "She showed up a while back. I think she ran away from a breeder or something. Huskies are known for being runners." Sombra thumps her tail once. It sounds like a threat. Liddy isn't buying it. She walks closer, inspecting Sombra like a piece of furniture with a stain on it. "A stray?" Liddy purses her lips. "That explains why she has no manners. She’s staring at me like she wants to bite me."

she announces after drawing their names from the bowl. “We’ll have her brought back as soon as possible. We may ask Arthwin or Aulen to assist us in tracking the visum down,” says Feray. “Good idea,” agrees Imak, “Now, final order of business,” she says as we all turn to the next page in our dossiers, “As you can see there has been an unusual spike in sanguidae attacks in Auckland, New Zealand.” “New Zealand? They’ve never seen a high number of sanguidae there ever, maybe a handful, but nothing that warranted our intervention,” says Zehra.

Saga, Justin and several selected people from the Black Wolf Tribe finally arrived at Sultan Mahmud Badaruddin II International Airport after a tiring journey. It was late afternoon when they left the airport together and boarded their rental SUV. “We've arrived in Palembang, what's next?” Justin asked in a dry voice, turning his dubious look at Saga. Saga sighed slowly while biting his lips. “According to the information INDICENT conveyed, Bara and Hugo are in Palembang. So we're gonna do a search in this city. It would be better if we do the search immediately before Bara does the things we don't want.”

"The Blackwood Curse has not manifested a physical dual-form in three generations! He is unstable!" "Silence!" Cassian slammed his gavel down, the sharp crack resounding off the stone walls. His icy eyes locked onto Maya, who stood her ground beside Fenris despite the heavy, suffocating pressure of seven elder-level shifter auras crushing down on the room. "And then there is *her*. The girl from the lower district. The baker. Our scouts report her bloodline carries an illegal, unmapped energy frequency. She is a security risk to the entire pack."

“Hello! I saw your flyer about a missing dog. I think I’ve seen him; a medium Australian shepherd, with white and brown fur, and a black spot on the chest and tail? He’s been hanging around near an old warehouse on the edge of the city. There’s a plastacard outside with strange words; maybe Russian or something. I took a photo of the place.” Below the text was an image of a weathered building with faded paint and a sign in foreign lettering. Sylvania’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes welled up with tears, but this time, they were from relief. She pressed a hand to her chest, whispering, “Coco…” Her fingers flew over the screen as she typed back: “Oh my God, thank you so much! Are you s

“I know you can but as you said, if it doesn’t work out for both of us, we can always find you, right?” Martin just shook his head knowing that when Saucy was this determined, he could never get her to change her mind. The following day, Martin and Bruno chose a busy area - lots of restaurants, groceries, and shops but lots of danger, too. Aside from the buses, cars and other vehicles, they heard the town had a strict rule on stray dogs. They decided they would take their chances there.

But Sarah… Sarah knew what Darren was talking about. Years ago, that little shit Aria had taken in a mangy stray off the side of the road. They weren’t allowed to have pets around the house since their mother was allergic, but Aria—selfish as always—had taken care of the dog anyway. Sarah still recalled how Aria would slip out like no one would notice, using her allowance to buy food and supplies. Sarah used to follow her, and found Aria keeping the little stowaway in the abandoned barn down the road.

“You’ll want the left wall. The right’s colder.” I step inside, and the floor crunches underfoot—salt, scattered thick as if to keep something from growing. I kneel, run my fingers through it, and find bits of fur, old nail, the flecks of whatever happened to the last wolf who lived here. He follows me in, glances at the wall, then at the blank stretch of stone above the cot. Tacked there with a rusted spike is a parchment, written in a precise, formal hand: CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL, STRAY MOON: