Bitter Rabbit Black Butler Novels & Stories

A savage growl echoed, followed by a horrible sound of flesh being torn. Adrian, still in crow form, tilted his head on the branch, watching everything coldly. “Pathetic,” he cawed, bored. The butler tried to crawl away, his hands shaking and his face dirty with earth and blood. His eyes met those of the panther, which now walked slowly toward him, its muzzle dripping with the blood of the wolf it had just killed. “Please…” Blackwell begged. “I just wanted to live… I just wanted to be like you…”

Without a word, he pried the vial away from me, tipped a single drop of its contents onto his finger, and forced it into the rabbit's mouth, holding its jaws shut against its thrashing. The air was thick with an unspeakable weight and clamminess as we watched, the healer's breath hitching beside me. The rabbit went rigid; its blue fur now displayed an unnatural hue that sickened me as it gradually spread, like ink. One twitch; nothing more—the chest stopped heaving, eyes dulled, and the little crustacean kept dying, in front of our eyes, as it shrank—fur turned to powder, and bones drew inward like charred paper.

The rabbit is in the den, all I have to do is eat her. The first thing I see once I step inside the room is her back. Her long hair that I cherish so much, and compliment every time I smell it, the source of my addiction since I love how those silky strands of hers slide through my fingers every time we have sex, has been cut short; the waist length is now only reaching her ear. Just under her ear. I guess she took our break up seriously too.

I brought it to my lips, never breaking eye contact with him. Then I ate it. He watched every second of it. And when I swallowed, I finally said, in a low and defiant voice, maybe even a little teasing. “Well. I guess I’ll let you know in five minutes if I drop dead.” His eyes darkened. But the corner of his mouth curved. I was still tasting the lingering sweetness of pomegranate on my tongue when a shadow loomed over the table. “Theron Blackmoor,” a man spoke, his voice cutting through the ambiguous atmosphere between us. He tried so hard to sound important that even I could tell he was fake.

Hearing that, the rabbit stomps her foot on my feet again— and with a quick pace. “No gambling.” I uttered. “Don’t you want to be rich?” “Money doesn’t matter here on this island.” “Cheh, stingy.” He muttered. “Here, stupid rabbit. A carrot.” CHOMP. The pink rabbit then takes a bite— on his finger instead of the carrot. “GYAHH…!!? SHE BIT ME…!!!” While flinging his finger off from her mouth, he blows his injured finger while healing it with his magic. “She understands what you are saying, you know.” I said to him.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

she replied kindly. I remained in my position then added, “have a please y time with the Queen, Princesses.” I turned to the one holding the first cage, “open!” I shouted, and he did just as I had asked. He then runs to the next cage to wait and open once I finish this hunt. It was a white rabbit. It reminded me of Irvan; good, perhaps killing a pathetic creature that resembles him would calm my anger, placing just a bit of my power in the arrow that takes the bunny in one shot, “Open!”

She picked it up. "I'm sorry buddy" she whispered before sinking her fangs into the animal. Blood hit her taste buds as she drank. The rich liquid quenching her thirst. Bianca drank until there was nothing left she then lifted her head and wiped her chin. The rabbit now lifeless, its eyes glass - like staring into nothingness. "I'll be back" , she said and stood from the wooden log which they sat on.

It's some kind of chicken with a sauce I don't know, "I'm not bothering you?" "No, not at all. I made butter chicken, do you like it?" he asks and I nod because even though I've never tasted it, it smells delicious and it's not meat so it’s no problem. William smiles, "You seriously want to live with an alpha you’ve only seen once?" "You're Olivia’s friend, you're kind and seem to be a good person. You're not going to torture and kill me, are you?" I ask, looking at him with narrowed eyes that make him laugh audibly and shake his head, "Then I do want to live with you."

blood spluttered from his neck, his eyes rolling backwards as he spoke. Alpha Ryu gazed at the body, lying before him, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Rest on." The sight of a body without a neck sent waves of fear through me. Blood spilling continuously from the neck and a sharp sword by its side. “Poor Timothy, he should have acted like a man and done what was supposed to be done. I’ll just add his head to my collection of personal assistants..”Ryu said, holding Timothy’s head in his arms. I stared at Timothy’s head, which had slowly begun to disintegrate. I could tell the sword contained some quantity of wolf bane, which meant death or literal weakness.