Bnha Animal Au Novels & Stories

"Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland" Wait a minute...... "You don't mean right this instant do you?" I asked "surely you can give me a few days to process all these and prepare myself" "I'm afraid not honey. The fact that you are alive and I found you so easily means that others can find you too. You are a very rare being little Azura, and you have lots of enemies. J could sense the energy from your power from miles away. So you are too vulnerable right now". Aunt Anna explained.

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

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!"

It was the first Aurora was seeing this side of her mother and it was scary. "But it didn't," she said with a tiny bit of hope. She was hoping that her mother would notice that the animal was harmless. It might have seemed big and scary but Aurora saw beyond that. The animal meant her nor her family no harm. It was quite friendly and very intelligent. She wondered if it had an owner who trained it to become as intelligent as it was. She read in books that animals that were trained would then be adopted. Was the animal in their cellar have an owner?

The drive back home was a quiet one and aura felt guilty about it. If she didn’t go to meet Bigfoot then Angeline wouldn’t have had the time to talk to Liam who was seated and sulking by her side. Malcolm who was driving would occasionally glance at them through the rear mirror but he would not say anything, thankfully Angeline left in her own car. “Will you like some ice cream?” Aura asked, trying to release the tension in the car but the little boy ignored her and continued staring out of the window.

In it, packs were going to come from around the borders. Bane had specially told me to comport myself. He didn’t want me going around, unmated. I, Audrey Miller went on arguing with him. I wasn't going to have him look down on me so much. “Jesus, Bane. I'll be fine.” I told him, patting my dog. “Who brought that in here?!!” He said, suddenly springing up and climbing the sofa. He looked afraid of Blue. “He’s not that. He has a name which is Blue, Bane. Show some respect,” I said, patting its head.

The barking grows louder the farther we go, punctuated by the metallic clatter of something being dropped. “Sorry about the noise,” Aurora says. “It’s… one of those mornings.” “Hey, could someone pass me the blue towel?” A voice calls out Aurora veers right, and I follow. A girl with dark sapphire hair tied back loosely is kneeling inside an open pen, murmuring softly as she dries a trembling dog. The dog leans into her like it trusts her completely. “That’s Breanna,” Aurora says quietly, like she doesn’t want to break the moment. “She’s the reason half the animals are spoiled babies”