Easter Bunny X Jack Frost Novels & Stories

Eddie showed her the card, the bill, and re-told the entire saga in painstaking, minute-by-minute detail. Claire winked at me over his head. "Better start saving up. Kid's gonna be rich if he keeps losing teeth at this rate." I laughed. "At least it's one crisis handled." That night, as I tucked Eddie into bed, he yawned and said sleepily, "Mom?" "Yeah, baby?" "Do you think she's friends with the Easter Bunny? Or is that too obvious?" I smiled, brushing his hair back. "I think they hang out sometimes. Play cards. Talk about kids like you."

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

“It is very beautiful. A firebird egg. I always knew that your spirit was strong. I can feel your soul in the egg, so full of potential. You will be the kindest goddess of all.” “And you will be the crankiest Father Frost the world has ever known.” Morozko laughed. “There is already a Father Frost. It is Jack Frost in English, technically. Like that awful Soviet film. There is already a Big Frost and he is Ded Moroz.”

Acting like his text hadn't gutted me. "Actually, I might skip the gingerbread thing. I have some work emails I need to catch up on." "Maya. No. You're not spending your vacation doing work. That's literally against the rules." Sophie grabbed my hand. "Come on. It'll be fun. And Dad makes the best gingerbread. He has this secret spice mixture that's amazing." Of course he did. Because Derek had to be perfect at everything, making it that much harder to get over whatever this was.

At first, nothing happened. Then it was an inferno. The top of the chest freezer was cracked open, and Ray peeked inside. Bad. Bad, bad, bad. A frostbitten body stared back at me, frozen in time looking awfully familiar. Ray shrieked and slammed it shut Leon wasn’t kidding about what he did to Jack​

Vampires and werewolves have been at war for centuries. I paused for a second. "And the Easter Bunny?" Vidário looked at me for a second. He tried to contain himself, but finally burst into laughter. "You were talking about a war between werewolves and vampires, and you are worried about the Easter Bunny?" I looked at my hands. Was he right? I seemed like a five-year-old. I felt his fingers slide under my chin and lift my head. My eyes met Vidário's. "I am sorry," he whispered. "That's not what I meant. This is a very valid question after all that has happened to us in the last few days. No, the Easter Bunny is not real. Not the tooth fairy or Santa Claus."

“Oh, I know all about you. The human best friend. I really don’t know what you’re doing here, but if this is what you want to give your life for, more power to you.” “Leave her alone,” Jack snarled. Freddy laughed. “God, this is even better than I’d hoped. You like her, don’t you, cousin? She’s somehow managed to warm your cruel, Schreiber heart.” “He’s nothing like you,” Fiona spat. “Isn’t he?” He gave them a look of absolute glee. Jack wanted to tear it off his face. “I don’t think you know him as well as you think you do.”

“ I will go back to sleep now . Thanks for the coffee . Good night ! “ said Madison raising the cup of coffee in front of Luna . “ I am glad you like it . Good night ! “ said Luna with a smile . “ We better go to sleep as well . “ said Jack . “ Yes ! “ said Mel and went with Luna to their room while Jack went with Massimo to their room . Mel and Jack were surprised how Massimo and Luna had learned to strangely get along with one another for the next following days as well . Thanks to their ceased arguments the days passed by peacefully and the day of the festival finally arrived . “ It’s been very nice these days . We are finally getting along peacefully . “ said Jack . “ Well , we did agree

This isn’t what I expected at all. It is not some cute cartoon bunny or Easter decoration. This thing is dark, almost menacing. I study it for a long moment, taking in every detail. When it dawns on me that this mountain of a man chose to permanently ink a bunny on his back. Well, it's a terrifying bunny but still a bunny. I giggle. Before I know it, I’m doubled over, laughing so hard I have to wrap my arms around my stomach. Tears are streaming down my face, and I can’t stop. Every time I try to catch my breath, the image of Knox’s demon rabbit sends me into another fit.

It was delightful to watch her talk about little things that she's done and want to do. It was also freeing to see that she wasn't stiff around me. We bonded quickly and in an hour time, we were in the kitchen having milk. She was neat and polite in everything she did. The Rivera's taught her well in my absence. "I got two bunnies for Easter. I named one Pipsqueak and the other, Luna" Autumn grinned like she'd won a medal and I chuckled and wiped the little smudge of milk on her lips with a napkin.