Orang Bunian Novels & Stories

“Your husband is a military general named Barrett Warren, right?” “Our masters didn’t let us leave the mountain, so we couldn’t find out any news about you. We went to Pathfinders Guild to inquire, but your master was as fierce as a demon.” “Carissa, I can’t believe you’re married! How could you get married? How can you be a wife with your wild and unruly nature?” Bun was an apprentice of Crystal Bloom Guild. He had been chubby since childhood, and his round cheeks earned him the nickname Bun.

They would get close to stabbing each other in the face, but a flick of the head and the two horns would clash, knocking both jousters aside. All over the meadow, the bunnicorns were having little duels. “Why were they inside the shit?” asked Claire. “Maybe they live in there,” said Maurice. I had my own theory. The sight of those rabbits willingly jumping down that ogre’s throat back in the meadow reminded me about something I learned in biology class. Fruit is delicious because the plant wants them to be eaten. Once it passes through an animal’s system, the seed gets shat out in its very own package of ready-to-grow fertiliser. The circle of life, brilliant and disgusting.

A coy smirk forms on my lips as I start talking again. “This morning, the Blossom headquarters which has just been completed and set to start operations next month was burnt to the ground and investigations are still ongoing about how the fire started but even without the investigations, I will have you know that I am aware of the perpetrator of this act but that will be my secret for now, I do not want to drag my ex wife into this saga. And also, the news of most of our top investors pulling out has already spread but I can assure you that we are working on it. Blossom has come to stay and I will make sure of that. We have worked so hard and this little setback will not hinder our efforts.