Arifureta Bunny Novels & Stories

Uriel muttered under her breath. Taking Uriel outside, I led her to a clear patch of grass on the lawn. The hellhounds were running and playing tag with each other, and Uriel watched them intently. “Are you ready, Bunny?” I pulled her close to me. Her wings fell from her body as she jumped. Glitter shone in her eyes as she squealed an overwhelming, ‘yes!’ Her wings, filled with golden silk intertwined with the feathers, had me watching in awe.

There were small white bunnies on the battlefield leisurely jumping towards an elder and the soldiers who were frantically creating tossing boulders and creating stone walls to keep the innocent-looking bunny away. "The snow bunny? what's such a dangerous talent doing here?" The snow bunny was one of the top 500 most dangerous talents known to mages. Talents in the top 1000 were so powerful that any mage born with them would be a powerhouse whether they had ever trained a day in their life or not.

His beard scrapes against the curve of my ear, and I’m seconds from letting out a sound I’ll regret when I catch the tattoo artist staring intently at the far wall like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Stop it,” I whisper, swatting at his shoulder. “That’s ticklish.” His nose brushes my cheek, then he pulls just far enough to meet my eyes. “Do you know one special thing about bunnies?” “If this is going where I think it’s going—” “They have a very high reproductive drive.” “Knox.” “Come on,” he says, pulling me flush against him. “It’s just ten. What’s the big deal about having ten kids?”

he said to her with a hard kiss. Bemused, Diana wandered down the hill to the water's edge while Kor dealt with whatever it was Alphie had deemed so important. The violet-hued liquid sparkled in the light of the three red suns. A rustle on the other side had her looking up quickly, only to see the cutest floppy-eared pink bunny ever! Of course, the bunnies back home had only two ears, not four, and their tails weren't as big as their heads, but still, the little critter was adorable as it regarded her with big eyes.

In the afternoon, Grayson and Shane arrived early at the pre-booked private room. Sam stared at the information packet about Angora as he muttered, "Angora? Is their fighter a rabbit?" Rodney was confused. "What do you mean a rabbit?" Sam explained, "There's a type of domestic rabbit called the Angora rabbit. Does it mean that he likes rabbits just like Mrs. Page?" Rodney asked, "Mrs. Page likes rabbits?" Sam inched closer to him and whispered, "Mrs. Page is actually the famous Mr. Bunny."

Poppy’s bangs still fell across her forehead like a tiny curtain refusing discipline. “Bunny,” Poppy mumbled. I took the thin blanket from the back of the sofa, the one the crew had prepared earlier for “ocean trauma.” I spread it over Bunny and tucked the edge beneath the doll’s long ear. “Bunny is covered.” Poppy inspected the work with one eye half-closed. “She can’t be too warm. She’ll get arrogant.” “Bunny doesn’t have feelings.” “Mommy, you’re not romantic.” I sighed.

" I know I didn’t come here for him. I come here for you. I am here to see you. Bonny bunny! " How childish of him to think that I’ll blush over something so trivial! Does he think that I am a naive Lady? If I didn’t know better what kind of womanizer he is, maybe I’ll get frustrated by his words, but I am an experienced one in his flirting style. Even if I was dumb in love, I know what he is. He even called me by Bony Bunny… Bony Bunny was my nickname in my last life. He used to call me so because I got scared of his tiger. This name was only made because of that special counter with his pet. I didn’t happen yet, so why does he know it? Is he, perhaps, someone who got reborn like me? Imposs

“Let’s see, little bunny, what’s your story?” Ethan lifts the rabbit to his ear, pretending to listen intently then nodding along as if the bunny is speaking to him. “He says he’s a boy, and he calls himself Mr. Fluff though you can give him a nickname if you like, and yes, he is white because he comes from the arctic, though he’s only ever visited the north pole itself.” “Daddy ask him if he’s wild!” Paisley chirps excitedly.

Whispered Hazel fanning herself “Well, if you know what to know and experience it for yourself . Eros seems to be very much available “ I snickered and she increased the volume of the music she is playing as she get back to work with a fucking blush on her face. “Where did you get that bunny from ?” Asked Hazel as she lowered the blaring music that she was playing for us “Oh, that’s little Aiden . He is my bunny pet” I said with a smile and she gave me a look

Of course, he wanted to head back, his feet hurt, he was turning to a popsicle and he was fucking sleepy cause he was cursed to awake at ungodly hours. However, something caught Alex’s eye, his mood brightening up. Appearing from one of the bushes was a snow-white bunny with fur that looked to be as soft as anything imaginable. It looked so fragile, so tiny, that Alex wanted to hold it in his arms. Crouching, Alex called to it, hoping that it would hop over. When it did, Alex was beyond ecstatic, holding it in his hands. Its fur was as soft as imagined, its tiny nose wiggling around and its body warming Alex’s hands.