A Dark Rabbit Has 7 Lives Novels & Stories

"Noble lady, your timing is impeccable. I'm brewing an ancient poison called the Soul-Scorching Draught. All I needed was a highly magical white rabbit as the catalyst!" "Once dropped in, she won't die quickly. Oh, no. She will slowly absorb the venom of a hundred other toxic creatures in this boiling acid. She will feel her bones burning inch by inch, her flesh rotting away. She will suffer in total clarity for seven days and seven nights before melting completely into blood, merging perfectly with the potion!" Hearing this, the white rabbit trembled violently in my grip. She understood. She desperately wanted to escape this living hell. Right then, my comm-crystal lit up.

He reached out, and for a second, I thought he was going to touch my cheek, but he just picked up a shiny little bottle from the nightstand and started fiddling with it. Then, in a solemn tone, he said, "Natalie, what would happen if the pill stopped working?" "I'd be a goner," I said flatly. The Davis family called it the 'loyalty pill,' and a person had to take an antidote every month. If they did not, by the third day, it would feel as if ants were crawling through their bones; the pain would be so unbearable that it would drive anyone insane. A week later, death would follow.

"... The culprit of these deaths is rumored to have murdered at least 10 men. He remains hindered but his case has made the detectives baffled. He is reported to have attacked his prey at their homes or somewhere out of sight, yet the 10 men are reported to have been bitten by animal bites, giving him the name, "Wolf guy". The distinctive and unidentifiable evidence of abnormal behavior of humans. However, the…" The huge tv in the lucrative parlor displayed the midnight news. Alex clicked a remote as the tv went blank. He turned and stared in concern at the petite figure before him.

"This isn't a fair fight, little girl. You can't have a demon doing your bidding." "I think it's quite fair," I said breathing hard as I twisted away from another swipe of claws. I ducked down between her legs and popped up the other side. I climbed the hairy back until I hung around her shoulders. The bunny ears flopped from side to side as Irma tried to reach me with her claws. I pulled out my silver dagger and cut the monster's throat. Black blood spurted across the circle. The wind caught it and sent it spinning out where it splattered trees and other plant life.

Both of them travel to their first destination, a breakpoint that has a white blood-covered tent. This selected breakpoint is home to the one called Butcher. Both a name was given to him and an occupation that the dark elf is a master in. Inside this tent is a worn and torn table right in the middle and behind him are metal racks of shelves. In these storage spaces are glass jars that have organs inside them. These are wolf parts. There are countless jars on the rack with hearts, lungs, and other vital parts to make the mammal tick and live. A dark elf stumbles his way inside the tent. He wears the uniform armor that most of Malakai’s army has on, the scout metal suit though he does not have

Twenty-minutes had passed, and as Frost was walking, she spotted a silver-ranked black rabbit beast cutely nibbling on a carrot. 'Looks like God is favoring me today. I haven't eaten a rabbit in a long time. And I'm craving of it.' Frost mentally stated. This rabbit beast was bound to be her food today. In a very careful manner, Frost soundlessly walked. She grabbed her dagger, and leaped out. In a matter of seconds, Frost was already grabbing the rabbit beast's fat body and unflinchingly slid her dagger on its neck. The rabbit beast spasms for a moment before it finally stills, indicating that it's dead.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

Moon Fang’s numbers had always been few and Adelaide had only left behind fifteen members before taking the others with her to train the new wolves. Fifteen was now reduced to seven if the wounded lived. The bodies of the vampires left behind were piled in a fire that rose high into the night sky. The shadows of flames licked across her face as the wolves gathered around her and she turned to look out at the darkened forest before them. She reached out into the dark expanse of her mind and sparked the long-dampened fire of a power long forced down. The change in power sent the hairs on her arms to attention and her hair to flutter in a false wind as her hand sliced through the air towards th

Um? I stopped when I saw a strange animal behind Marga. It is a cute rabbit with a strange color pair of eyes and fur. Its plumage can change color as well as the eyes. How did it get stuck in this place? The rabbit stared at me, and I stared back intensely. I was slightly stunned when I sensed a little spiritual energy in the bizarre rabbit. Without a second thought, I approached the cage and touched the metal then used readings on the rabbit. I was stunned when I saw the rabbit’s world of origin. A place I have never been to. I wonder what world the rabbit came from. The rabbit also stared at me with a shocked expression.

He stared at the wetness glistening on his skin, his amber eyes darkening. "You cry so easily, little rabbit," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that filled the space between them. "But I haven't even given you a real reason yet."