Harold Bunnicula Novels & Stories

Her eyes snapped to the side, and she found a figure. "Ahhh!!!" In the next moment, the door slammed open, revealing Klaus. "Bunnie, you okay?" His half opened eyes dart around the room. Morticia rushed behind him, pointing at the strange figure. "There!" Klaus clenched his jaw and turned on his phone’s flashlight. He pinched the bridge of his nose when he saw what she was pointing at. "It’s your fucking hoodie, Bunnie." Morticia's lips parted as Klaus’s sleepy, cold eyes snapped to her.

Halloween 1986 On this special Halloween night, Sunny, James, and Rory had made plans to go to a nightclub located in Baltimore City. This nightclub was called The Golden Hammer, and it was a very fun place to be as it had big hair bands that performed rock music on stage. The Golden Hammer was a former brewery built of solid brick with high ceilings and exposed wooden beams, which gave it a really unique look. This club brought the biggest names in the music world together for packed, sweaty, and unforgettable performances. It was known for throwing spectacular Halloween parties every year, with elaborate decorations and costumes that added to the overall atmosphere. It was truly a hotspot

Conscious that he would not truly be rid of the fiend until their contract had been properly terminated, Harold still proceeded to stomp away from his partner. Slamming the door behind him as he departed the room, Harold fell back against its wood. Exasperated by the encounter, he closed his eyes. Taking in a few deep breaths, Harold tried to alleviate the pressure that had built up inside of him. The rhythm of his breathing becoming less unsettled and the heat that had risen up within him gradually subsiding after a few prolonged minutes, Harold again opened his eyes slowly. Blinking as he was bewildered to find that he was not the sole person occupying the dim hallway. He was met with a pa

I looked back at the pathetic human clinging to life on the ground and saw him looking at us, curious as to what his friend’s fate held. I licked the blood from my hand that was left from the first victim, who was still bleeding out against the wall, and I summoned my minion, Hex, who would tap into his wendigo form and eat his friends. I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground.

She asks her, annoying me the more. I remove my pocket knife and hold her neck. “Arthur! What the fuck?” Oliver tries to approach me to stop me. “Don’t. Stay back.” I yelled at him. Pointing the knife at him. Justin is shifting, trying to get out of my grip but I hold her tight enough to make that impossible. I didn’t care if I was hurting her. She’s hurting my pack and doesn’t care about them. I followed Mom’s instructions just as she described them to me, to know where to see the chip, before I left the clinic. I slice her skin, below her ears then remove a microchip that is hiding underneath her skin. So it’s true.

“Let me remind you Harold, you broke a rule...rules actually. You forgot so quick the day you lost to me, you were banished from the coven’s meetings...Now you break that order and plot with Matteo Rodriguez to go against my orders...” “Damn you Lucas! You have no right!” “Of course I do, I am the leader, the king of this clan and as far as I live, you will be exactly where you belong. Locked up. Take him away!” Harold tried to squirm out of the grasp of the men but was held tight and taken away. His scream echoed through the place as he was taken away. “Lucas,” one of the vampire elders called and faced Lucas. “If you arrest Harold and leave Matteo, what is that supposed to make you?”

It's been almost a month since we uncover Theodore Burnett's identity as the serial killer. Burton Grove is now finally back to normal with it's population coming back. I've never been happier to hear the laughters of the children back in the streets, playing, running around. Social gathered around now back, people are starting to enjoy life in Burton Grove. In fact, as a celebration, and commemoration to the dead.

Or was each action merely a fragment of a grander strategy? Just as we were about to exchange words again, my phone buzzed. It was a text from the head of my investigative team. “Sir, we have located an individual who had multiple encounters with Harold during his college years. His name is Professor Adrian Cole. He’s retired and lives alone. We suspect he has information." I swiftly reached for my suit jacket. "Marcus." "Yes, sir?" "Prepare the car." "If Harold has spent years concealing his tracks..." I gazed out the window, my tone steady yet resolute.

Benedict panicked when he saw Harold's ability but when he saw that Lars was about to leave, he wanted to rush forward but was stopped by Harry. "Hey man, you haven't forgotten anything, have you?" “I… I…” Benedict backed away in panic, he involuntarily glanced to the left and saw Harold throwing a tall man to the ground, blood still forming at the corner of Harold's mouth. It was clear to Benedict that the blood was not from the usual corner of the mouth wound but Harold's mouth. Benedict fell to his knees, panic-stricken eyes looking at the approaching Harry “Are you… are you not human?”

“I sneaked out some files from the detective in charge of the suicide case of the dead rogue.” Harold placed documents on the table, and the two Alphas picked one. “You stole it from the detective?” Adam asked. “I did not,” Harold. “That werewolves’ hunter will kill me if I do. I just read all of the contents then write it down on the paper.” Adam had his red eyes widened. He heard that Harold has talent in remembering all things he saw just once. And he’s amazed to see one of the evidence.