Bitter Rabbit Black Butler Novels & Stories

she growled and turned to Irene then, her eyes going to her neck and she licked her lips. “Oh my God, Sean,” Irene whispered, now understanding what was going on. “Stand back,” they heard and turned to see Rasmus. “I had been waiting for this day,” he said and went up to Aliyah. He was holding a dying rabbit with blood dripping on the floor as he walked. “Here you go,” he said, holding up the animal in front of Aliyah who grabbed it from him without a word and started sucking up the dripping blood. Rasmus turned to the shocked man and woman and sighed, “I guess the little prince wants to feed his nightwalker’s part tonight.”

Basille suddenly asked. Ruben hesitated. “Only Kat…” “Ah…she is sweet and delicious…you may be disappointed by this one…demon blood has a bitterness to it, like coffee…” “I like coffee.” Ruben smiled at the girl as she stared at him with wide expectant fright. He moved forward fast, sinking his teeth into her neck, making her gasp and clutch hold of his shirt. He closed his eyes and savoured the strong bitter taste, taking his fill. .

A lady with smooth skin, crimson eyes, pink thin lips, and brown shoulder-length hair stood by the door. She wore a blue bodycon dress which matched her white bohemian earrings. Teddy removed his eyes on her and faced the wall. He rolled his eyes. "Do not tell me that you are thinking about that bit**ch again" she shouted in frustration. Bitc*h? That word did not sit well with Teddy. Even though he has a lot of women around him, it's Crystal who has the crown to his heart. She is an angel to him. Calling Crystal a bitch was like daring him.

“Hands back. It will kick.” “I can.” “It will break its spine,” he said, low and firm. The sentence made me freeze. I pulled my hands back, shaking, and watched instead as Colton eased the wire with slow, careful movements, speaking under his breath, words I couldn’t hear, not English, or maybe English so low it became vibration. The rabbit went still for half a heartbeat, trembling. Colton cut the wire. The rabbit spasmed, freed, then bolted, three frantic hops into the brush before it collapsed behind a clump of leaves, breathing hard.

another answered. A pause. Then, quieter—closer now, almost thoughtful: “Look at the wounds.” Fabric shifted. Hands moved—not rough, not gentle either. Efficient. Her sleeve was pulled back just enough to expose torn flesh beneath, the bite marks jagged and deep, edges darkened with drying blood. One of them exhaled softly. Not shock. Recognition. “That’s not clean.” “No,” the second voice agreed. “It’s not controlled.” “Unstable?” “Has to be.”

With a small smile on my face, I replied with a puppy dog eye emoji. I wouldn't say Blanco was fully my friend, but he's really been a vibe for the boring and tiresome days. Always with the positive energy. Just like Flare. I winced at the thought my subconscious was putting up. A ding from my phone reverted my attention. It was Blanco sending me a crying emoji. How dramatic can this guy be? I decide to reply with a text that read: Looks like I'd be seeing you there. I'm taking their entrance exam in a week's time. I really do wish you luck.

Why are they talking like this? "When is he going to go? Zen is going to die! If that grandma and grandpa can't be brought to a good conversation. I'll finish Dastan!" My chest rumbled nervously as the woman's eyes lit up red. His eyes were full of anger, and I blinked in fear. But when I woke up again I was greeted by black eyes. Did I miss it? "Lily!" called a man named Dastan. The woman bowed. "I'm sorry..."

Fenrik’s hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white, and his legs shifted restlessly under the weight of pent-up energy. Vincent’s eyes swept over them, his expression momentarily heavy, like disappointment etched in the sharp angles of his face. “Everyone’s first taste is usually human,” he said, voice soft but deadly precise. “It’s raw, potent, and effective. But she—” he paused, letting the weight of the words settle, like a stone dropped into a still pond—“she chose to drink from a rabbit.” The words hung in the air like smoke, absurd yet impossible. Ryan’s mouth fell open. “A… rabbit?” His tone mixed incredulity with awe, disbelief and fascination battling in equal measure. “She…

“Fuck you, Nyx.” “Oh, hush. You were always so dramatic.” Something flickers beside me. A shape that I recognize. Small and white, fading in and out of existence like rapid pulses. “Bubbles?” I whisper. The rabbit flickers into full form for a breath, her ears flattened, fur standing on end, eyes glowing faintly gold. Then she vanishes again. Nyxara rolls her eyes. “Oh, for the love of the old gods, stay still, sister. You’re giving me a headache.”

“I am indeed an annoying wolf. Yet I understand that the annoying wolf is so unsettling, isn’t it?” Terrence answered me as he climbed the stairs. “What should I do to this rabbit?” I asked then. “Accompany them until I get back,” he said. I shook my head a little strange. I just stared at those little rabbits who were already motionless. Kitty looked so enthusiastic about enjoying the poor rabbits. I waited for Terrence while enjoying my homemade milk. A few minutes later Terrence returned without wearing a t-shirt and wet hair. I spouted my milk with origin.