Bloody Bunny Human Novels & Stories

I looked back at the girl in front of me noticing her brows wrinkle in what seemed to be confusion and she sniffed me. What the fuck? Did she just sniff me?. “Are you human?” She asked, her brows still furrowed in confusion. If she had to ask then she is quite slow for a mean girl. Most people could tell I was human here without asking. Sheila knew right away that I had no wolf and that I was human. I stared at her, ignoring her question only watching to see her next move. She moved back a bit still confused. Her friends came to her side and they all studied me closely.

The Second Range team was already there, in their wolf forms, ready to strike. Seeing me, they bowed and growled a little to ask for my permission to attack. I held a hand up to steady themself for now. I turned to the rogue, it was the same one Freya mentioned. In his human form, I could see the bandaid wrapped around his right leg. It's been several days, how come he hasn't healed yet? I wondered. "I smell someone familiar on him." Asia was still uneasy and kept on pacing. "Stop pacing. My head hurts."

It was there - nestled in the comfy armrest of a leather couch,nose shaking as it was playing with an expensive looking pen and seated right next to it was a surprisingly still and weirdly careful Lucas Marano himself. He looked so out of place with a cute bunny nestled next to him but yet here he was…with his fingers brushing tenderly behind its ears as the bunny allowed him, utterly blissful. I blinked happily. “Oh my God…you found it.” Lucas finally shifted his gaze to mine, expression controlled but I definitely saw the amusement in his eyes. “Well,she found me I guess.” My brows furrowed. “She ?.” I questioned. “Yes Lucia, your bunny is a girl.”

My other hand clamped onto the side of its skull. It thrashed, fast and vicious, fangs flashing inches from my face. Still smug. Still confident. "Do it," it hissed. "Rip me apart. Let them see what you—" And then... A new scent sliced through the cold. Fresh. Human. Familiar. Savannah. My whole body locked for half a heartbeat. The vampire stilled too, like a predator catching the faintest shift in wind. Its head turned. Its eyes tracked past me.

When he was sure that nothing was out of place, he advanced to one of the cages. After he had returned from Alijah's home with the cotton stained with the black blood of the injured man, he had brought the cotton over and extracted the blood into a secured tube. Of course, since he was suspicious of the injured man, he had injected some of the blood into one of the experiment puppies. If the man was a vampire as he suspected, Evan was sure that the puppy would portray some of the traits of vampires. "Hello there, little puppy." He greeted the little animal.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

She screams and as I turn to pick up the bunny, I see a man with a black round-neck shirt standing in a corner of the room. "Who the fuck are you!? "

said Lily mockingly. “Stop fighting, you both” said Hyun Jin and Hanuel together. “What? Jaemin? Why Jaemin? Why did you try to hurt an innocent human being?” asked Liam in a sad tone. Lily and Min Jun didn’t reply, they just looked at him innocently. “Jaemin is also not a human, is he?” asked Liam with poker face and they shook their hand in sync. “What is he?” asked Eun Ji in a curious tone. “A bunny du-uh” said Lily in frustration. She could have understood that if Min Jun is attacking him then he got to be a vampire.

Its leg was twisted at a terrible angle, a thin splinter jutting out of its leg, dark with blood. “Terrible luck you got there, little one,” I shook my head, then approached gently, spreading my arms. “I don’t bite,” I continued. “And I’m not going to harm you, okay?” The bunny trembled, but didn’t run away. I took the leg and narrowed my eyes at the white fur. “This is going to hurt, okay?” I snapped the splinter, and with one smooth motion, I pulled the rest out, tossing it away. The bunny whimpered.

He levels the pistol at Pink Bunny and pulls the trigger twice. One round sparks off Pink Bunny’s rifle, while another plows through his helmet with a loud thump that sounds like a baseball bat smacking a mattress. Tufts of pink fur and white stuffing shoot from the exit hole, and Pink Bunny drops the rifle, fluffy hands rising for the sky. “Pussy,” Big Jim says, and fires again. This shot punches through one of Pink Bunny’s plastic eyes, shattering it, and the furry flops backward, gun clattering to the pavement.