Bitter Rabbit Black Butler Novels & Stories

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..."

“He wasn’t a butler, Rhunar. Not for the Blacks. He’s one of them. An actual Black. And more than that—he’s a lycan.” Ryan’s jaw flexed. He added grimly, “Half-lycan, precisely.” The silence that followed pressed down like a weight. The only sound was the faint tick of the hall clock, each beat dragging across their nerves. Rhunar’s chest heaved as he tried to piece the fragments together. His eyes moved between their faces, searching desperately for any thread of truth, any sign of betrayal.

“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 watched in horror as he moved to dump my daughter's ashes into the toilet. I shouted, "No! Please, don't do this!" Xavier chuckled. "If it means so much to you, then apologize to Reina." I nodded frantically. "Okay! I'll apologize!" I dropped to my knees, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth as I choked out the words. "Reina, I'm sorry." Xavier was not satisfied. He said, "Not good enough. Get on your knees properly and bow." I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they might crack, but I obeyed. I bowed deeply and apologized. "Reina, I'm sorry!"

The door creaks open, and Axel quickly slumps against me like he’s still bound in chains. Something in the air changes entirely: electrifies and empties at the same time. I gulp. Cold porcelain bites into my skin, and Axel lets out a low growl. He moves closer to me, covering my body as best as he can. “Miss Blackwood,” the new, ominous voice rings out. Their voice feels like a shot of darkness, washing out the addictive feel of magic rushing through me, “I’m glad we can finally meet. My name is Nester Rist.”

I had pushed too much. I turned my attention over to the man underneath me, he struggled to free himself from my grip, he screamed, he pleaded, he cried, but all I could hear was the sound of his blood flowing through his veins. Without any hesitation I sank my teeth into his neck and I just kept drinking and drinking and drinking the warm juice, it was satisfying to my taste and I wanted more and more, I couldn’t stop, I made sure I drank every drop of his blood.

Alyssa said chasing the rabbit. "No you don't," the rabbit replied and made a swift turn. "Let's see how fast you are then" Alyssa replied trying to catch up. "Nooooo!!" Cried the rabbit, he falls down and hits his back on a small stool. "Oh no, what happened?, Are you okay?" Alyssa asked feeling pitiful. "Stop the questions you are adding more to the pain, ahh!" Berk cries softly. "Sorry," Alyssa said sadly and carries him up and takes him to her room, she brings some medications and starts using them on Berk.

“Make sure you listen carefully and agree. I don’t want no repetition, do you copy me?” The father said nothing, lips trembled with fear, however. Shing! The black figure, as taller as Ibrahim, placed a sharp shadow’s knife against the father’s throat. It was Black Bunny’s attribute. “Yes, yes. I’ll do as you say.” He was already scared out of his wit, legs wobbled like a leaf. “Don’t wet your pants. It will be a hassle to clean it up. One mistake, I’ll cut your fingers accordingly.” Under the mask, Hisoka said merrily, his eyes creased and cheekbones rose.

The city blurred, and all I could see was his face. Leon Vitali was everything I was told he’d be,cold, cruel, calculated. Sexy. But he was also… watchful. Clever. Controlled in a way that scared me more than rage ever could. Because a man like him didn’t waste movement. Didn’t waste bullets. Didn’t waste women. If I wasn’t careful, I wouldn’t marry the Butcher. I’d become one of his victims.

“If you’re anything like me, I’m sure you can’t wait to sink your teeth into some meat. There’s nothing like the taste of warm blood when you first bite into Bambi’s neck.” I offered him a curt nod. From behind him, Luna Yulia’s voice rang out over the crowd. “Where’s Terri?” Lance barely spared her a glance. “Who knows. That girl’s been strange ever since she got home.” Then his gaze landed back on me. “Have you met Terri yet?” “Not yet.”