Beaster Bunny Novels & Stories

When Beau heard the children's excited voices, he walked over and asked, "What's wrong?" "Look at this." Braint pushed the two rabbit-shaped boiled eggs in front of him. Demarion smiled happily, "Daddy, Mommy prepared breakfast for you." Beau frowned as he looked at the childish-looking breakfast. "Are you sure that's for me?" "We are sure!" Demarion nodded and said, "Mommy said that she prepared these for you!" Beau didn't know what to say. He frowned as he looked at the adorable rabbits in front of him.

"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.

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”

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.

For now. Damon tightened his arms around me, holding me against him as I held our son. Fabiano Lombardi was a villain king, a beast who ruled all other monster. The king of beasts. Damon Petrakis was no prince charming but he was a simple knight sent to the castle of king by my friend, Gideon. Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster.

Maybe that's why he was chosen to be the one to train all the Scarletts. "You can only call him Honey. Not Mr Gunn, not his first name, just Honey. Only Honey is allowed." I laugh thinking how awkward it would be during our first meeting next month that I have to call him Honey straightaway. "He would call you B," he ignores my laugh as he always does, being totally serious during our class, "Which stands for Baby. Or Bee the zzzzz. I'm not sure myself but it will be B for you. Or anything he feels like calling you. But the default would be B so whenever he calls B or mentions B, that would be you."

He used a spell to make some of the dead animals lighter and carried them till he got back to the tent where the king was seated lazily being massaged by a maid. “Oh Lord Xavier you have finally returned, your gains are far too impressive I see. I managed to catch a rabbit who had broken a leg before and it was so much work I was exhausted” Alfred commented when he sighted him with around 10 dead animals in his possession ranging from rabbits to deers. Xavier resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead turned to the guards and instructed, “There are still a lot back there, I gathered them in a heap, just go straight north and you will see them”

What is this? “You are even prettier awake,” a voice, less deep than the monster’s but just as gravelly fills the room as if out of thin air and I jump up on the bed. Standing on the bed, I finally see the source of the voice as well as his companions. There are three of them, man-like and diminutive creatures, neither one of them more than twelve inches tall, and all of them completely naked. They are standing at the foot of the bed and watching me with curious eyes. Much like the monster, they have horns on their heads except theirs are less curved and the colour of eggshell. Also, while the monster’s eyes are orange, these creatures’ eyes appear to be a mixture of brown and green. This is