Chester Bunnicula Novels & Stories

Uncle Ronnie said, just as everything went quiet. “I don't think we need to go hunting, I think we're the hunted this time around.” Uncle Bubba said as he held his gun ready to pull the trigger at first sight. A throwing star flew directly at Big C head he barely dodged it, as he fired his weapon in the same direction. Knowing he hit his mark when he heard the sound of a body hitting the ground, and the rest of the Ninja's descended upon them as they fired shot after shot. They wanted to get as many as they can so they didn't have to fight a whole army of ninjas.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

“We should hunt them.” “They look a bit dangerous,” said Claire. “Yeah, we have to be careful. But as long as they’re distracted by all this fighting amongst themselves, we should be able to pick a few off.” I walked up behind a bunnicorn focused on one of its fellows. As it prepared to charge, I brought my stick down hard, burying a nail into the top of its head, killing it instantly. All the other bunnicorns stopped what they were doing to look at me. It was not a friendly look. They began herding together.

Another of the joys I had experienced since being bitten. ******** "You're late." "So sue me." I pushed past Max and into the giant hallway of the Manor, pulling off my shoes as I went. Jonas did not allow shoes on his antique carpets. "You took the bus again?" Muscular arms crossed over a broad chest as Max frowned at me with displeasure.

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

he asked, still nursing the pain on his nose. Rudy Rude grunted. He knew that pulling the trigger at that moment was out of timing, otherwise he would lose track of the tape if he did and kill JC. This logic gave JC some glimmer of hope. As soon as the book was out, he tossed it as hard as he could across toward his face, ducking himself at the same time to stay away from the point of the gun. This caught the man off balance. Taking this opportunity, he launched another attack with another book. The edge hit the man in the eye this time. He buckled and writhed in pain. Then JC dashed forward goring him with his right shoulder on the breast as hard as he could, which reminded him of his footb

I didn’t see anything. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be seeing,” I told Nunny. “I thought we were working on patients, dear.” She laughed. Just then, I saw Jarren standing in the middle of the woods. He was in a low crouch watching the other side of the area. From the trees emerged three other figures. I didn’t know who they were, but from their red eyes and fangs, I knew they were vampires. I held my breath as one of them lunged toward Jarren, then another. They weren’t strong enough; he was holding his own against them, and I relaxed. Until the other one jumped in. I’d been so focused on the other two that I’d forgotten about him.

Specifically, the cemetery that Anne Khun was buried in. Julius' daughter who was killed by an abusive partner. Bunny used her credentials and was admitted to the back. The nurse at the station walked over and opened the secure door. Bunny walked in and smiled at the terrified and bruised woman laying on the hospital bed with her young son asleep next to her. “Candace?” Bunny said softly and heard a soft Candy. “Candy, I’m Bunny. I’m going to help you start over.” “I don’t have any where to go.” The woman mumbled.

“I think we are being followed. “What!” Bruno retorted. Audrey quickly shot her eyes open as her eyes skipped a beat. “What?” “A black car is following us ma’am” Bunny explained again. “Step on it” Bruno ordered and turned to Audrey, “you don’t have to be scared okay? Jack just wants to scare us but I won’t let anything happen to you” “I…” her voice trailed off, she was visibly scared. The more Bunny drove, the more the other car followed them, it was a battle of the fastest cars.

He raised a paper up to my face, and I had to adjust the rims of my glasses over my eyes before taking a good look at what was hovering before me. My blood suddenly ran cold and my throat felt dry as I saw his homework, already marked with a 'D' grade at the top in red. "Dave this is…. " "I asked you a question, Flea face." He snapped at me, and from the edge of my eyes, I saw his two friends standing back, on either sides of him. They were the Franklin twins and their dad was the principal of the school. Their similar blonde hair shone in the afternoon sunlight that seeped into the windows which the janitor was yet to shut close and their eyes were filled with mirth and mock.