Beastars Harlequin Rabbit Novels & Stories

The deer was also a silver-ranked beast. "A black rabbit beast? That's rare. Its meat however is very nutritious and tasty." Zacharias stated in an indifferent tone. But if one would observe, a glint flashes his eyes. He was actually observing the cut on the rabbit's neck. It's very clean. This lady named Frost definitely is an expert. Interesting. "That same goes for you. That deer looks quite interesting." Frost calmly replied back. She was telling the truth though. The deer that Zacharias was holding had a single antler placed in the center. A mutated beast which is also very rare.

Its bones weren't normal either, they were pitch black in color. "Do you know anything about this creature? What is this thing called? Is it a special type of spirit beast?" Tsarayu continuously asked Terra with a confused look. "What is a Spirit beast? This creature is called a skeleton horned rabbit. It can easily kill unsuspecting individuals using its stealth, speed and sneak attack, but it is pretty weak against strong individuals. You can say that its defense is its weak point. This one here belongs to the species called monsters. You will find countless monsters here, some of which are really strong that even I pray that I don't cross their path." Terra said as he pointed towards the

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

William watched him go, his beautiful eyes showing no surprise. Roxana Nelson's tear-filled eyes were blurred, unable to see anything. She couldn't even see Richard Harris leave. Leaving the lodging, Richard Harris looked up at the setting sun. He wanted to buy a new rabbit for Roxana Nelson. He didn't know if the pet store was open in the evening. Driving through a few bustling streets, he finally found a small store with Roxana Nelson's rabbit breed, the Dutch Lop. After inquiring, he learned that they had distinctive round faces and bodies, flat and shorter noses than other breeds, and came in various colors, commonly black and white, fawn, and light brown.

Galahad explained. " Don't worry! You wouldn't notice that it's even here. It lurks in the shadows! It eats up dust and everything alive that's smaller than a dog." Kaen waved Kagome off. " They are like rats! But they eat cats... so...." Galahad added. " What?! What about Hoppy Bun!?" I asked in a concerned way as I pat the rabbit in Terry's arms. Terry immediately passes the rabbit to me and I rested her on my lap.

’ He asked. “Beasty, why did you stop me?” Alaric asked again. “Elder Ozul has asked us to do our work silently. We have to kill every mutt in the entire world by killing her tonight; this pack members would have been alerted. On the top, the family of that girl would have started hunting us from tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.” Beast replied. “So, stay calm, and there is nothing to hurry about. Do you know the story of a rabbit and a tortoise? We have to act like the tortoise to win this race.” He spoke. “Now, dare you to ask anything from me.” He warned.

He held two rabbits by their back feet, their bodies swinging lazily with each step. My eyes went wide. “Story time later. You need to clean up.” He arched a brow like he was going to argue, then glanced down at himself. “Fair enough.” He handed the rabbits off to Brad. “Here. Take care of these, would you?” Brad took them with a sigh, already moving toward the table. “Guess I’m on butchering duty.” Wallace kicked off his boots near the door and headed straight for the fire and the basin of washwater beside it. He tugged off his bloodstained shirt, baring muscled shoulders that were still dusted with snow.

The tabby’s eyes glinted with dry amusement. “You mean the hunt for the dragon prince’s—” began a scruffy grey cockatoo perched above, but the cat shot it a glare. “Yeah, yeah, you get the point. No need spellin’ it out, feather-brains. Use yer head, will ya?” A hoarse, wheezy laugh erupted from a balding rabbit still stuck in its cage. Its mangy brown fur stood in strange patches, as though bitten off by disease, or worse.