Blue Velvet Bunny Novels & Stories

Pastel blue bunny slippers? She followed the man's finger and saw him looking with delight at the super dreamy, super cute pastel blue bunny slippers on the shelf. She shook her head... He would never do such things intentionally. As far as she could remember, Sean had never liked these pastel colors and childish designs. "I want them." She heard the man's voice, whispering. She saw the man staring at her ingratiatingly, somewhat reluctant to give up the slippers that were already in his hand.

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

Magda winked and called us to settle under the garden gazebo. “Mommy, look, bunny,” I turned to see, and there was a fluffy white cloud chapping something in the grass. Without thinking, I ran in its direction and picked that bundle in my hand. It was the cutest thing, and how could I let go? Those black onyx eyes looked so innocent, wrapped in their white, feathery skin. “It’s so cute, mommy,” I kept it in her lap “Mommy, it’s so sweet.” “Can I keep it?” To which I shook my head.

But she remembered the rabbit’s heartbeat, the way the forest had sung in her blood, the hunger that hadn’t belonged to her. “I…” Her voice faltered. “I don’t want this.” “No one does,” Rowan said simply. “But wanting doesn’t change the bloodline.” “The bloodline?” Rowan straightened, expression shadowed. He moved to a shelf, pulling down an old leather-bound book. The cover was cracked, its edges worn smooth with use. He laid it on the table, opening it to a page marked by a ribbon of faded red cloth. The illustration made Evelyn’s stomach twist. A man—human—stood beneath a crescent moon, his body splitting apart, fur and claws erupting from his skin. Around him, others knelt, bound in chai

“Fuck you, Nyx.” “Oh, hush. You were always so dramatic.” Something flickers beside me. A shape that I recognize. Small and white, fading in and out of existence like rapid pulses. “Bubbles?” I whisper. The rabbit flickers into full form for a breath, her ears flattened, fur standing on end, eyes glowing faintly gold. Then she vanishes again. Nyxara rolls her eyes. “Oh, for the love of the old gods, stay still, sister. You’re giving me a headache.”

I pulled the small bundle up to my chest, wrapping him in the tattered remains of my skirt to shield him from the wind. "Please. Please, don't be silent. Cry. Scream. Anything." I whispered, rubbing his tiny, purple back. I brushed the blood and vernix from his face. He was tiny, but perfect. Ten fingers. Ten toes. A tuft of jet-black hair. And then, his eyes opened. I gasped. They weren't blue like Lucas’s. They weren't brown like mine. They were Violet. A glowing, electric purple that seemed to glow with power, illuminating the dark hollow of the tree.

I ask her, she nods her head yes agreeing on that. "Uhmm Billy? Blake? Pami? Blue?" I ask suggesting random names that are easy for her to say and remember. "Hayden, this is blue!" she says finally deciding on a name for the teddy. "What a beautiful name Violet, you picked it all by yourself?" I ask her with a chuckle, she nods all proud of herself.

I looked between it and him with wide eyes. “She gets a unicorn because she faked cried?” Ethan whined. “No. She does not get to keep the unicorn. She gets to see the unicorn because I did promise her one. I knew those were fake tears. She tried them on me as a pup all the time. However, she did accomplish her goal of making you take your words back. This is her reward,” Papa said as he beckoned me over. It was adorable. It looked like a fluffy Shetland pony. Its coat was a beautiful periwinkle blue. Its irises were a bright violet, and the horn was white with silver spiraling around it.

Zev moves closer, wrapping his body around mine and then begins petting my hair in a similar way. “Is this how you like to be comforted? I caught it for you to cuddle with. I wanted to help. Does it work?” He asks, and I realize what he means as I look at our positions and the animal. He got me a bunny so he could figure out how to stop me from crying since I hadn’t fully responded to his comfort. “No, but thank you,” I murmur, leaning into him. The purr begins again while I lean into him, and I sigh.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"