Bunnyx Miraculous Novels & Stories

I chuckled and kissed his red cheeks. My brother stroked my hair briefly with a smile before he called Macan, who was currently looking after the bunny hatchling. Macan lifted the barrier, revealing a happily sleeping small bunny on a table constructed by Dillon, complete with a hairy pelt surface as a cushion. He looked sad while looking at the bunny hatchling and said, "He seemed to be attacked by the ferocious Sirens while he was wandering with his mother around the area. His mother might have been a victim of those monsters."

I replied, feeling the weight of responsibility on my shoulders as Luna’s mate. “I remember touching a rabbit for the first time and feeling its soft fur against my fingertips,” Luna whispered, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. “He was bleeding from a wound, but when I placed my hands on him, the bleeding stopped and he healed right before my eyes.” Luna’s eyes widened in realization as she began to understand the true extent of her powers. “That time I didn’t even realize what I was doing; it just felt natural,” Luna mused, a sense of wonder in her voice.

After saying that, I used my leg to put pressure on his until he fell, and then I used my arms to hold him on the ground until he tapped me three times. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s congratulate Luna Elena!” Everyone cheered, and I raised my hand in celebration. It was news worth stunning many of the members. I smirked and glanced at Bryson’s defeated and humiliated face. It's funny how easy I defeated him though, almost killing me to boredom. Then suddenly, while I stared at his defeated face, Prince Deacon's cold appearance flushed in my mind. He's the known god of war. Best of the best. Thinking of that, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if I spar with him.

I washed my face once more, to prevent tears from dripping and burning things here. I just want to be normal, I want to be a girl who behaves and lives like a real human being, and who never has the strange power to hear voices in my mind. A gentle touch of somebody startled me, I looked back and Sheena smiled at me. I rose, checking if the door was still closed, and of course, it was. “How did you enter?” I asked her, gazing at her alluring eyes which resembled mine. “Lucy.” Her voice echoed to my ears with full power, forcing me to listen. “My beloved Lucy, my mother, who was also your mother, extends her greeting to you.” I paused; breathing heavily to be sure I heard what she said clearl

"I, Eva Quince; The High Witch of Yorkshire. Reporting the situation before me. We are currently at the Altar of Death with the three werewolves we managed to take down under the pretence of assaulting Alpha Seth Tinley Mckirby of the Red Crescent Moon Pack. Previously there was a Monomachia battle between Alpha Seth Tinley Mckirby and Supreme Alpha Matthieu Moreau which was won by Alpha Seth Tinley Mckirby. Supreme Alpha's body was burned when he lost the battle. I will include proof of the battle and attack after this report is sent. That's all for my report, to be considered by the Council for a fair decision." Edith saw the quill stop moving after Eva finished her words. The parchment ma

she whispered in that gentle, conspiratorial voice she used with children, "this brave little butterfly is looking for someone even braver than him to take care of him today." Millie sniffled, her tears slowing. "I'm brave." "I knew you were," Eirlys said with a warm smile. "Here, hold him carefully. He likes brave girls." The little girl accepted the carving with both small hands. By the time Eirlys had gently applied the ointment to her elbow and wrapped it, Millie had forgotten all about crying. She was too busy making the butterfly "fly" across the table. I smiled to myself from the doorway. Some people healed wounds with herbs and bandages. Eirlys healed fear and sadness with nothing mo

so how come I am getting that same kind of feeling but in an even stronger version of it, for a completely different girl, sure they had a similar body structure but facially and character wise, they were completely different and opposite to each other. In my eyes, this bunny's looks was more than that of a princess, more than even that of a queen, she looked more like something divine, that was the best way to qualify her, my little divine bunny sent from the bossom of the Moon Goddess with the looks fit for a mini Goddess. Everything about her held me spell bound from her eyes which were a captivating green that I could spend all morning and night looking deeply into, to her pointed nose a

I swear their eyes are about ready to pop out of their heads when we remove our helmets, and they see we're women. "Guys, these are the Biker Bunnies. They're doctors and nurses; they've come to help. This is Anya; she's my mate." Jordan puts his arm over my shoulders, and the sparks make me shiver. Dallas walks over to Sydney expectantly. She looks at me, and I smile when she rolls her eyes.

His beard scrapes against the curve of my ear, and I’m seconds from letting out a sound I’ll regret when I catch the tattoo artist staring intently at the far wall like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Stop it,” I whisper, swatting at his shoulder. “That’s ticklish.” His nose brushes my cheek, then he pulls just far enough to meet my eyes. “Do you know one special thing about bunnies?” “If this is going where I think it’s going—” “They have a very high reproductive drive.” “Knox.” “Come on,” he says, pulling me flush against him. “It’s just ten. What’s the big deal about having ten kids?”

Danielle signaled. “Put the bunny in action, Sammy. NOW !!!” Jax gave the signal and soon enough my rabbit form was flying from the opposite end, straight towards the …. oh my fvcking God !!! Where did Samantha throw me off this time ? My small bunny figure went straight inside the huge witch’s ginormous bosoms and on second thought, I was like “Wow !!!! This was seventh heaven. Mhmm”