Snowball Bunny Novels & Stories

“This isn’t a normal sticky note. It’s art.” I walked over and peeled the yellow square from the wall. On it were three lines, one circle, and something that might have been a crown or an injured potato. “What is this?” “Bunny’s logo.” “Bunny looks like he survived a shipwreck.” “Mommy doesn’t understand modern art.” Sebastian came to stand beside me. I could feel the warmth of his body against the side of my arm. Not touching, but close enough to interfere with my concentration.

Lydia asked, echoing her sister's earlier comment. “Yeah,” Sean nodded. “You smell like honeysuckle.” “No, that’s not my smell,” Lydia waved him off. “Well, it’s true! Lydia, you smell like that,” Blake added, sniffing her sister. “If I remember correctly, your smell used to be like ice in a…” “White snow,” Lydia completed. How could she smell like honeysuckle? Her wolf was associated with the scents of white snow and bluebells. She sniffed at herself but regretted it; without her wolf, she couldn't smell anything.

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.

I said, then continued to write a letter. “About that…” Sabrina said. “Is there something wrong?” I asked her. “The headmaster also told us to hold the hunting competition 3 days from now,” she replied. I clenched my hand as my aura became dark. Because of my grip on my quill pen, it broke in half. I unclenched my hand and looked at my quill pen. “What should we do about it?” Leo asked as I saw him stood up and walked towards me. He grabbed my right hand, then wiped it.

"Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop." However, Janet seemed to see nothing. Confused, she whispered in my ear. "Don't tell him I'm still dumb and a failure. I've been everywhere, but I still can't forget him." Tears and blood streaked Janet's face. "If you get better, I won't tell him how much of a failure you are!" She hugged my neck, her voice barely a whisper. "He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart."

June turned to look at me from behind her and yelled, "Trampoline!" I immediately knew the strategy. She bent her knees and I clasped both of her hands while positioning myself inverted to her and bending my knees so we can align the soles of our shoes. Imitating a rocketship, I increased my airkicks power to the fullest and used it to boost June's speed as I kicked her off to launch her body towards the spinning ring. —a rocketship launch from the Rearguards of the Golden Crows! McKiery makes a clean steal for the ring! The Golden Crown gets their chance for the championship again! It's 30 seconds left for the game folks—

“There are six buttons. One of them is a snowflake.” “It’s iced coffee.” He stares at me like I’ve just told him gravity is optional. Missy barrels into the kitchen then, her hair wet and sticking up like a dandelion puff, holding a toothpaste-covered stuffed bunny. “Bunny says she’s ready for school!” she announces. I hold up a single finger. “Bunny is not allowed on the school bus anymore after what happened last time.” “She said she was sorry!” “Tell Bunny I’ll write her a character reference once she gets the toothpaste out of her ears.”

he said. “Try me.” The laughter stopped. His eyes locked on mine and the temperature in the room seemed to drop again. “Have you ever heard the story about the baby deer?” he asked. I didn’t answer. But he kept going anyway. “There was a baby deer who decided one day that it was better than its mother. It thought it was stronger, smarter and didn’t need her anymore. So it walked off into the trees alone, thinking the world would just make space for it.”

Its head reached almost to her chest, its sheer presence breathtaking. Unable to resist, Serena took out her phone. She snapped a photo of Snowball beside her and posted it online with a short caption: [Rex’s new buddy—Snowball.] Within minutes, the post gathered likes and comments. > [That’s no dog! Is that… a white wolf?] [Purebred, by the looks of it. Strong enough to fight ten men.] [It looks bigger than any normal wolf I’ve seen. Could it be… a wolf king?] Her followers included seasoned entrepreneurs and collectors, people not easily impressed. Yet even they were intrigued. Serena, however, didn’t bother scrolling through the responses. She was too busy running her fingers through Snow

Only his heavily tattooed arms and neck gave away the bad-boy side to the deadly beast underneath. “Bunny, the tech-wiz.” “Hi!” Bunny instantly waved back, a wide grin splitting his lips. Bunny was the kind of person you’d expect to find in a grandma’s basement. A little chubby, but not overly so, and a face that made all the girls swoon. He had kind, blue eyes, a killer smile, and with sandy blond hair, he was practically irresistible. Despite being patched in, he was the youngest patched member there was, even younger than some of the prospects. But he’d proven his worth to the club on more than just one occasion. No, he couldn’t shoot straight to save his life and he didn’t know a bolt fr