Pumba Novels & Stories

Then there was nothing. Prince Vaugn and Veronica almost collided as they both ran towards the sound of the scream. She was relieved to see him. A moment later, Roger came into view as he stood in front of a giant furry creature. It was taller than an elephant. The creature had short shaggy dark blue fur with a white mane and a bushy beard that were accented with red along its edges. A long tail ended in a tuft of red fur. The creature’s big head was adorned by short black horns and it had a hump on its shoulders.

Grandpa suggested “Yes, Sir!" Kitty said and helped Grace and Tobias back into the wheelchair. “Thank you so much, everyone!" Grace said as she hugged Tobias. After Kitty, Grace and Tobias left Hank turned to Tony and asked “Do you think we should tell her?” “What? That Tobias is an extremely rare fire coloured Tibetan Mastiff Puppy that Xan has just paid $2 Million for? No, I don’t think so! Just let her enjoy having a puppy without worrying about such things!” Tony said

Zoe beamed as she scratched behind the pitbull puppy’s ears. “Uh, perhaps you should let me take over, Miss Justice,” I said, clearing my throat, trying to move her away from the table. “But why?” she questioned with confusion written all over her face. “Just a safety precaution with Titus being a pit and all.” “Dr. Parker, he’s a puppy, and I’m fine. Please be seated,” she gritted through clenched teeth. I sighed but returned to my stool in the corner of the room and watched him flirt with Zoe while she examined the puppy.

” he said, and Noah interrupted him. “Did you see the boat's name or the company that owned it?” he asked, interrupting the man, and Mike nodded. "Benson and Carson. It’s a small boat, by the way, but the BC logo was on it. It was a new white boat, too. Maybe the guy stole it, really. Because he just jumped into the water, not caring what happened to it,” He replied, and I could see Noah and Sebastien's angle. Suddenly, it was interesting.

My screams turned to sobs, my body trembling as I stumbled back toward the darkness of the palace. As the doors closed behind me, I caught one last glimpse of Damien standing alone on the platform, his face shadowed but his posture unyielding. For a moment, I wondered why he had intervened—why he had spared me that final, damning sight. But the answer didn’t matter. House Muller was gone. And I was truly, utterly alone.

The animal responded. Trixie felt real fear now that she knew she had nowhere to hide that the Leviathan wouldn’t find her, but she wouldn’t give up. “Well could you please guide me away from the fire without leaving the woods?” Trixie asked the animal who didn’t respond right away. “Ok, I will guide you in the right direction, away from the fire, but after that you will have to find your own way.” The animal said and grabbed Trixie by the hand. Trixie frowned because the animal had hands like a human. “Thank you so much for your help… what is your name and what kind of animal are you?” Trixie asked allowing the animal to lead her. “My name is Samual, I’m a Racoon.” He answered, as he guided

"Okay." I think for a moment. "One: My favorite animal is the wombat." "The wombat?" Marcus asks with a startled chuckle. "Do I even know what a wombat is?" "An adorable marsupial native to Australia," I answer. "And don't interrupt." Marcus salutes, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Two: I have a birthmark in the shape of a strawberry on my right thigh." I can see Marcus's expression darken at that one – in a very hungry way. His gaze darts down to my lap before flickering up to meet my eyes again.

I had dedicated myself to exploring the island, discovering that Abbie had a vegetable garden, and not only had Peter and Wendy (her chickens) but she also had a considerable number of young which she called the lost boys. She also had a wild hog and a pet monkey. The worst thing is that those last two, they acted ridiculously excited as soon as they saw her. It was clear that, as soon as he saw me near her, Pumba, as Abbie had forced me to call him, had tried to pierce me with one of his very sharp fangs, so I had stayed away ever since. And let’s not remember the fact that George had thrown me bananas, mangoes and whatever fruit he came across.

“Here’s your killer, Chief. Look at this fucker! Goddamn monster!” He jangled the dog’s body at us as he talked. It looked like a German Shepherd. Maybe a mix with something else. It was big but still had to be a quarter of the size of what I’d seen by the Skoger place. “Caught this fucker out behind the Pamida. Bill Crenshaw’s wife said she’d seen it up round the high school last couple days with a mangy look. Sonofabitch must’ve been rabid and gone after poor ole Pete.”

My hands were trembling like crazy but I have to do this. After several attempts I was able to open the mouth but for a minute nothing came out of it. Is it really what I think it to be? A haunted box or something. I moved towards it….slowly, one step at a time. I covered my eyes with my one hand, holding the stick on the other hand. I stretched my fingers which was covering my eyes to see through and see the thing inside it. It was… a white ball of fur. What? Ball of fur? I was confused as to what it was, until it moved which made me jolt back a bit. It had a pair of pure brown eyes which were directly looking at me. KAWAI…. It’s a puppy. I always wanted a puppy but the question arises her