Orang Bunian Novels & Stories

There were small white bunnies on the battlefield leisurely jumping towards an elder and the soldiers who were frantically creating tossing boulders and creating stone walls to keep the innocent-looking bunny away. "The snow bunny? what's such a dangerous talent doing here?" The snow bunny was one of the top 500 most dangerous talents known to mages. Talents in the top 1000 were so powerful that any mage born with them would be a powerhouse whether they had ever trained a day in their life or not.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

"But you are not where they think you are. You have crossed the barrier of the old lands. You are in the territory of the Unbound." I looked around. The forest here felt different—older, deeper, humming with a kind of energy I hadn't felt in the Ashmoor Kingdom. "What is the Unbound?" "The ones who rejected the treaties," she said, gesturing toward the woods. "The ones who remember what it means to be a wolf, and what it means to be a god. They have been waiting for the return of the Moonveil, child." She stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. Her touch was warm, comforting.

Although the moon rabbit kittens were adorable, they were also crazy about carrots. Skree! It was a horrible sound to hear as baby bunnies died. The unluckier ones died in their bubbles, while the luckier monsters managed to touch the ground for a few seconds before they became meat pastes or skewers, depending on who they met first. Oritha’s Boomerang cut down many floating bunnies. Her amplified giant strength created sonic booms with every throw. Yet, the number of invaders could not keep up with the speed and ferocity of the defenders.

It’s a white flower, similar in appearance to a daisy, my dad showed them to me once when he was teaching me all about supernatural weaknesses. As soon as I’ve got the scent I race off following it, zig-zagging through the trees until I reach where the scent is the strongest. There are no flowers here, which means Gamma Roland wanted us to have to rely solely on our noses and not our eyes. I look around and find a small stash of stones hidden under a shrub. I bend down picking one up and place it into my pouch and once again take a moment to sniff the air and catch where the next marker is. Again, it’s bloodroot, so I run off following my nose.

Before the unreconciled gazes of all the people from the Spirit-devouring Clan. In the main hall of the back mountain. At this time, Meat Bun, which was only the size of a palm, began to expand like a balloon. One meter! Three meters! Ten meters! Thirty meters! In the blink of an eye, Meat Bun had reached a terrifying height of more than 30 meters. Moreover! Its body was still rising, covering the entire main hall of the back mountain. "Meow, meow, meow!" There was a trace of irrepressible anger in the cry of the Meat Bun. It suddenly raised its right hand and grabbed, directly smashing the entire back mountain hall into a pile of ashes.

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

A faint wind rattled through the pines, bringing with it a scent Aria didn’t recognize — sharp, wild, and threaded with something dangerous. Kieran adjusted the strap of his pack, eyes scanning the treeline. “We’re close to one of his outer patrol stations. Stay behind me.” They followed a narrow path where the snow had been broken by older tracks. Aria’s senses strained with every step — the snap of a twig, the flutter of a bird startled from its perch, the whisper of her own breath inside her scarf. The forest thinned ahead, opening onto a clearing ringed by dark, frost-bitten pines. A small cabin sat at its center, smoke curling faintly from the chimney.

It was raining. The stream from heaven flowed down along the side of the mountain, dragging along branches, leaves of fallen trees, and whatever it found on its way. One isolated driftwood bobbed and rocked, slowly. It picked up speed, winding its way until it landed on a whirlpool at the mouth. In its moody disposition, the surging stream rambled to eventually become a torrent of angry waters, never letting up. The subdued opposition whispered and started mobilizing. There were condemnations of the blatant transgression of a person´s right to life. Scattered groups all over the country could not keep quiet. Little by little they raised their voices. One of these informal conglomerations was

And she winked at me before she turned her back to cool her drink in a machine we called Bunawan, which wasn’t its sole function. Bunawan is a machine that is taller than me with some drawer-like divisions with complicated things inside for different purposes like washing or drying clothes, dishes, and others. It also preserves some food, drinks, medical supplies, and others. Moreover, it serves as the keeper of house words, meaning that it records everything that was said and done inside the house—and no one else could retrieve the recorded data except for the owners of the house. My mind went back to what my sister said. Meet that stranger again?