Beaster Bunny Novels & Stories

And now, she stands before me, tearing it wide open. My steps falter toward her. The thread between us hums to life, undeniable, ancient. ‘Is it really you, little one?’ I whisper through the mind link, afraid to believe. ‘Yes, Mum.’ Her smile trembles through tears. Then she bares her left thigh. My breath snags. The crescent moon birthmark. Glowing, eternal. My knees buckle. “Iris…” The name rips from my throat, strangled, as I stumble back.

"But don’t ever think for a second that I want you as my Luna because of how strong you are. You can be a toad, and I will still want you to be mine." "I keep hearing that toad shifter thing!" I chuckled and rolled my eyes playfully before continuing. "Can’t I be just a bunny like you want me to be?" "The bunny thing is just for me." He then grunted as he gritted his teeth. "Fuck, Lucy! I want to bend you over on this baluster and fuck you hard!" I flashed him a mischievous smile before pressing my lips on his and murmuring against his mouth. "But Beast will throw tantrums if we don’t let them out soon. So restrain your dick until I can set it on fire later."

At lunch, Walter called Bex and introduced her to Eddie, my bunny was happy to see his age-fellow in the sea of adults. “When can we meet Bex in person, mommy?” Eddie asked excitedly, his bright smile made my day. I poked his nose and replied. “Very soon! Mommy will take you to see grandma and aunt Jade. We’ll meet Bex there.” Diverted by this conversation, my bunny was happily eating the tasteless soup prepared but Aunt Flora. Normally, he made faces while eating it. “Where is Bex’s mommy?” His innocent question directly pinched Walter’s aching wounds, he sighed in grief.

It seemed as if it would engulf Zeve as a whole, but Zeve teleported just in time. I sighed, placing my hand over my chest. When did that bunny get that big and scary? I had odd feelings about it, yet that was beyond odd. The bunny licked Kaltain’s wound, feeding on his blood, and it grew bigger. “The greater my pain, the more deadly my little pets become,” Kaltain said, stroking the darkness like the dripping ink type of fur of the bunny. The bunny was now ten times of its original size. Meanwhile, Aria and her gang were still busy shooting at the other beasts. As if their motive was to just distract the beasts from interrupting Zeve’s conversation with Kaltain.

Although the moon rabbit kittens were adorable, they were also crazy about carrots. Skree! It was a horrible sound to hear as baby bunnies died. The unluckier ones died in their bubbles, while the luckier monsters managed to touch the ground for a few seconds before they became meat pastes or skewers, depending on who they met first. Oritha’s Boomerang cut down many floating bunnies. Her amplified giant strength created sonic booms with every throw. Yet, the number of invaders could not keep up with the speed and ferocity of the defenders.

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?”

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

I recruited a biological weapon of mass distraction. He was a Tibetan Mastiff puppy, a fluffy, oversized cloud of charcoal-colored fur named Bane. At ten weeks old, he already weighed thirty pounds and had the territorial instincts of a warlord. My plan was simple: win over Leo and Luna, and provide a distraction so loud and chaotic that no one would notice my beard peeling. I led Bane through the service entrance, the puppy’s giant paws thumping against the marble like muffled drums. "Luna! Leo!" I chirped, the Jean-Pierre accent back in full, grating force. "I have brought a small... eh... souvenir from ze mountains!"

"Lot 005. Ladies and gentlemen." "Showing here." With a flash of light pouring on the stage, the audience saw a small cage. There was a little girl squatting on the floor. She was completely naked. Tears dried on her dirty face. Her hair was shining with scraps of light and her lips were red like blossoming cherry. Every piece of her skin was breath-taking. "Ooohoo!" Someone whistled with wicked smiles and uncovered lusts. "A perfect sex slave. Blood type AB- negative." The auctioneer seemed to be satisfied with their reaction. He raised up his jaw and looked around. Everyone's attention was caught by the beautiful little creature on the stage.

Five minutes ago, we were at the courthouse signing our mating license, and now reporters were shoving cameras and microphones in our faces. “This is breaking news! Forest Hills' very own notorious celebrity, the Beast, has just been spotted at Town Hall with a woman who appears to be his mate. Phew! Don’t you just love the smell of pheromones?” a blonde-haired news reporter spoke into the camera from a few feet away from us.