Snowflake Bunny Novels & Stories

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

She leaned over slowly dumping the portable cup of berries onto ground before sprinkling the seed refill over them. Snowflake ate happily, he guzzled down pieces of berry, and seed with glee. Veronica sat there watching him, he shook his feathers, a husk of seed stuck under his beak. Her lips curled up; he shook his head covering the floor in empty husks. Snowflake beak was stained with a purple yet his black beady eyes glowed in the streaks of light reaching into the house from outside. Veronica shook her head grinning as she ate her cheese salmon sandwich. She gave Snowflake a bowl of water from her glass water bottle. As it turns out, her plastic container had a plethora of uses. Snowflak

They knew those words were parting words. “Please, do not trouble yourselves. The gods singled me out for this mission, and not you. I am certain that there are disciples ahead, chosen by the gods, to assist me. Your destiny lies with you. Goodbye till we meet again. I must travel to the kingdom of Fallahi to meet Banabella, my sibling, whose beauty has brought upon us, this evil of death and destruction. May the gods be with you till we meet to part no more.” He took up a bladder of water, stared at them one last time, and strutted off, as the men stared at him in bewilderment.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

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.

When the man gets close, he takes a deep breath and smiles slightly. "Hello. What's your name?" His voice is so deep that I feel it all over my body. "I'm Sally. I'm a bunny, but not one of the Biker Bunnies. Alpha Doug bought me from my parents when I was fourteen. I'm eighteen now." I'm rambling, but I don't know what else to say.

I finally felt as if a big burden had been lifted off my shoulders. "So what's your wolf's name?" He asked me. "Snow," I replied. "Beautiful! I didn't know you were capable of hiding your scent." He smiled. "I'm also capable of doing other things. You might have heard about my gift." He nodded and then I explained what else I could do and he was shocked, but then he admitted he was very proud to have a strong Luna like me as his mate. "But there is more you need to know." I told him and he grew a little tense as he saw some worry etched on my face.

Controlling the tone of my voice and my facial expression was harder than expected, because Kelly seemed to flinch at the sight of my face. ‘Oh dear, not now’. I thought, before I forced a smile on my face and held Kelly’s hands. “Actually, Zora came specifically to apologize to me. And as a gracious Luna of the Red Moon pack, I had to forgive her. Don't you think that's noble of me?”. I raised an eyebrow as I asked Kelly. “Em… yes. Sister is the kindest person in the world”. Kelly rested her head on my shoulder with a giggle.

The path I marked is gone. I swallow hard and turn away. Suddenly, a small shape scurries at the edge of my vision. I blink and gasp. It’s Snowflake, my childhood pet fox, white fur shining even in the dim light. My heart leaps with relief. “Snowflake?” I whisper, reaching out. But as I step closer, the beautiful fox’s body rots before my eyes. Its fur falls away like dead leaves, revealing flesh crawling with worms and bones breaking through the skin.

I flew out two days later, with a notebook and recorder shoved into my bag, more nervous than I let myself admit to anyone. He was easy to spot on the ice, even before I knew his name. Tall and precise with his movement. He was the kind of player who made everyone around him look slightly slower. After the game, I caught him near the locker room exit, with my recorder already running. "Jax Harlan? Hi, I’m Scarlett Lenay. Do you mind if I ask a few questions?" He barely looked at me. "Do I have a choice?" "Not really. My editor will fire me if I come back empty-handed."