Deadpool Bunny Novels & Stories

Chloe quickly stopped her with the sheathed sword in front of Marjien. "Don't come any closer," Chloe warned. They noticed how the voice of the seventeen years old Chloe Rein changed into a stern commander as she stood tensed in front of the small black bunny. "Does that mean...?" Vivien trailed off and they shifted their gaze upon the bunny. "That's the Black Shaol," Chloe finished for them. "Eh?" Marjien couldn't believe her ears. How can this cute bunny be something dangerous that killed so many living in Diana Province?

Bunny asks me between gritted teeth, I see my plan worked. "She's my guardian angel," I answer her. "She doesn't look like she could do a good job," Bunny comments, meaning the wheelchair. "Or that she did a great one already," I assure her, and her whole face turned when she understood what I meant. "Sorry," Bunny says to Caitlin, she's well-behaved, which makes everything easier. "Don't worry, I'm Caitlin," my angel says introducing herself. "I'm Zariah," Bunny introduces back.

But as I looked around the room, none of them looked at me with fear their eyes all lit up with hope and gratitude. My gaze drifted to a young man lying on a stretcher, his eyes meeting mine with an expression of gratitude, not fear. Slowly, I made my way over to him. “Thank you, Luna of Death,” he whispered, his voice a soft melody over the quiet murmur in the hall. “For this gift—I will remember you even in the afterlife and be forever in your debt.”

Pathetic "Oh, look. Sleeping beauty is awake." Someone laughed. Kyrian forced his eyes open. Everything was blurry. Too bright. Street lights overhead. Yellow and harsh He saw faces. Three. No, four. Men. Big. Armed. One of them had a scar running down his cheek. Nasty. Old. That one was smiling. "Welcome back, pretty boy," Scarface said. Kyrian tried to stand. His legs were jelly. Useless. He fell. Hands caught him. Dragged him forward. His feet scraped against gravel. Then concrete.

“But he laughed in my face; he told me no one would ever believe me, and he was right. No one did!” “Shovel, please,” Bunny asks in a monotone, and we all look at her. “What? I could be taking care of the body while they explain why they murdered their own flesh and blood.” Bunny’s words make Harper inhale sharply, clearly filled with guilt. “Sometimes I wonder if you were ever hugged as a child,” Zayn replies to her, and she sticks her tongue out at him as she gets the shovel. She then begins to drag the body of the man away easily. Her strength is remarkable.

“Oh.” “You have nothing to fear from me,” she says. “I will not say a word about it to anyone. If there is anything I would gossip about, it is the fact that I shared a drink with the woman who controls an army of rogues and how young she is. I mean, you can't be more than twenty five, right?” “Twenty three, to be exact,” I tell her. “I will add another year by next month.” “Like I said, impressive. So, please allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Kaylee Barnes. Luna of the Herring pack,” she says as she extends a hand.

Poppy took over before we could start fighting like two adults who should have known better. “I’ll be quick.” “And don’t forget the croissants with the crunchy ends.” “I won’t.” “And don’t buy the almond ones. Bunny is allergic.” I looked at Bunny, lying on the chair beside her. “Bunny is made of fabric, Pop.” “Bunny still has bodily rights.” Sebastian nodded as if that were a valid business statement. “Sure, Princesa.” Poppy kissed the iPad screen loudly. “Bye, Daddy!” “Bye, Capitano.”

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

You’ll never be free of them. The organizer hollers Bunny’s name from afar, ‘Fabian, a fake identity for a fake race. Kendrick tucks himself in, pushes the bitch from the passenger seat, and drives off. So violent. So evil. I’d enjoy breaking him. Bunny ignites his engine. His face is pale, his knuckles blanching the wheel. “I don’t know what your plan is, but if anything goes south. I’ll kill you.” I blow him a kiss. “I know.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."