Bunny Man Bridge Story Novels & Stories

I add. “Honestly, this whole thing looks like your wolf took over you last night and led you to the forest. The man that was injured lives in a cabin in the forest so he might know more about everything that happened,” Bunny explains. “But he’s in a coma…” She adds softly. A sudden knock sounds at the door. The sound is heavy and the door shakes each time the person bangs on it. My eyes widen as I glance at Zayn and Bunny. Who could it be?

The giant Kreil would not make it through, they would have to go around. Susanna surveyed the hole and pushed her pack through first, following behind at a slow crawl. She could see the sun shining through the other end of the tunnel. It was about fifteen feet long, and when she reached the other side she saw a small bridge crossing the river. It was a manmade bridge with ropes and boards stringing the two sides of the canyon together. Susanna made her way across the bridge and stepped onto the board slowly. It swung from side to side, but was sturdy.

His eyes shimmered with gratitude. "You could have continued your journey." Nova smiled. "So could everyone else." She looked around at the dozens of villagers who had stayed to help. "This bridge wasn't rebuilt because of a king." "Or a queen." "It was rebuilt because people refused to leave one another behind." The old man nodded quietly. "I'll remember those words." Night had fallen by the time they finally reached Moonlake Manor. Both of them were exhausted. Their clothes were dusty. Their hands were sore. Kieran looked down at the dirt covering his sleeves and laughed.

“…that it belongs to the ones willing to share it.” Charlotte’s heartbeat slowed. Everything she’d seen. Everything she’d felt. The bridge had never rewarded strength. It rewarded trust. Emma’s sabotage. The anonymous photographs. The emotional attacks. Every attempt to divide them… …had somehow made the bridge stronger. Because each time… They had chosen one another instead of fear. ⸻ Without warning— A scream echoed across the park. Charlotte spun around. The man in the gray jacket had grabbed a woman near the playground. Parents began shouting.

He walked across the bridge and saw an old couple helping each other to crawl over the bridge ledge. The old man was going to fall off soon. It seemed like they were going to jump off the bridge together. Wilbur quickly leaped over the ledge and grabbed the old man. He placed him back to safety, then he grabbed the old lady too. They sat powerlessly on the ground, and they were still frightened. Wilbur saw that they were in their sixties, which he did not think was that old. "Sir, madam, why are you two trying to commit suicide?" asked Wilbur. Most suicides were reckless acts, after all. They would regret it if they got over their troubles.

Maybe, buried within my difficulties, there was a good outcome waiting to appear when I least expected it. But as the ramen noodles cooked and smelled delicious, I realized that hope alone wouldn't satisfy my hunger or fix my broken life. The real miracle, I understood, was in my own determination, strength, and unwavering spirit. Even though the future looked risky and uncertain, I promised myself to keep going, taking it one step at a time, knowing that my journey wasn't finished yet.

They had been checking vehicles coming onto the bridge. Shockingly, the target appeared, causing everyone to be on high alert. My eyes widened in shock when I looked at the bridge deck. It was a terrifying sight. A tall and burly man held a gun while extending his other hand over the bridge railing. He held onto Ava as she dangled like a rag doll outside the bridge. She cried and called for me incessantly. Beneath her was a seemingly bottomless abyss, and the man could let go at any moment. I cried mournfully, "Ava!"

“Shopia, what are you doing?” The little girl raised her face and smiled sweetly while raising her rabbit doll. “I'm playing with Bunny, Grandpa. Bunny is having a picnic in the garden.” Adam smiled slightly. "A picnic, huh? Does Bunny like tea or milk?” Shopia seemed to think for a moment, then answered firmly, "Milk! Bunny likes chocolate milk.” Adam nodded while adjusting his position on the wooden bench. The afternoon breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of moist soil and fragrant roses growing around the garden. He saw the green grass stretching out wide, with a few small birds hopping between the bushes. The atmosphere felt so peaceful.

Both of them nodded eagerly. I smiled, trying to sound casual. “If you were in a bad mood and didn’t want to talk to anyone, what should I do to make you talk?” Lucas didn’t even hesitate. His face lit up as he pointed toward the TV. “Bunny Man!” “Bunny Man?” He nodded seriously. “Yes! Bunny Man. Every kid loves Bunny Man. I wouldn’t want to talk to anyone, but I’d talk to Bunny Man. Because he’s not a human.”