Dead Rabbit Spiritual Meaning Novels & Stories

Logan hissed, running his fingers through his hair. “Well, for one, white wolves are a symbol of purity and peace. When we see a representation of the Moon Goddess, we usually see her in white and in some depictions she is accompanied by a white wolf. White wolves also represent strength, vitality, beauty…” “Someone clearly wanted to leave a message,” I said. “If you were to interpret it Sabrina, what do you think it’s saying?” “Hmm,” Sabrina frowned. “I would say, it’s a warning. Something worse than death could be coming. Something that…that will destroy your soul. If this isn’t meant for a specific person, then I would say it's for the…”

Even though his body is dead, he doesn’t want to see spirits of his kind. He stopped running when he felt the cold air behind him again. He slowly looked back while praying that hopefully, he would not see a scary ghost. When he turned around, he was trembling and slowly opened his eyes, and the rabbit he had released earlier appeared to him. He sighed and approached the rabbit who followed him earlier, “You scared me. I thought I was going to have a heart attack because of you. I thought there was a ghost following me, but it’s just you.”

“Two millennia ago, a red wolf, Rogue, stumbled into the desert. Almost dead, he was covered in fire light. With his head heavy, he raised it to see a brilliant bird flying over head. The bird was on fire. It circled him. Urged him to follow. The Rogue crawled in the direction of the birds flight path. It screeched from the sky. Urging him further. He climbed this mountain and saw a body of water. He crawled to the edge, but his heart gave out and he died. The bird was saddened by this because she could feel his pain. With all her strength, she pick up the Rogues body and she flew her and him into the waters. The water boiled and the bird rose as a beautiful woman. The Rogue as a man. The tw

She has been trying since day one to take us back home trying to convince me but no reasons are specified. According to what I came to know about these creatures here. Like werewolves, dragons, etc have a spiritual beast or soul attached to them which can contact its operator, with whose body these are bound. So that's where I conclude that this dark and controlling voice I'm listening to inside my mind is not some illness but a spiritual soul attached to me. I dragged out of my thoughts when I heard Anemia muttered under her breath, "There is one more way to meet a guardian if you crossed the barriers of four."

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.

“You will not get rid of me that easily Rabbit. We are fully bonded mates now, and only death will part us until we have both crossed over to the spirit world and find each other again.” I shuddered. I could not be stuck with this asshole for all eternity and not even find peace from him in death. That was assuming I even made it to their spirit world at all and not burned in hell or whatever punishment awaited me when I kicked the bucket. And with the way things were going, that would likely be sooner rather than later.

ADDISON Addison froze. The soldier screamed as he stumbled closer, pointing a trembling finger at the rabbit’s corpse on the ground. “It’s definitely the same rabbit,” he cried, his voice cracking. “The mountain must be cursed! Haunted!” His jaw clenched, and a whisper escaped from his lips. “We’re going to die here…” Addison’s lips pressed into a thin line, the grimness in her gray eyes sharper than ever. This strange, creepy mountain was eating away at their nerves, it unsettling mysterious pushing the group to the edge.

Wilderness of the Crying Shadows. Rojan stood at the signboard that read: Welcome to the land of the Banshee. Fog blanketed the entrance and spread deep into the desolate cursed lands. The Banshee were disembodied spirits and were famously known as the harbingers of death. They did not have bodies and may briefly be visible in the form of a woman, a headless being or an aged female. They usually were female spirits that held grudges and refused to pass on to the afterlife.

He brought out his phone and dialled a number before walking towards the car. did I forget to mention that we were in the middle of nowhere?, well that's a story for another day. "How would I know what I was marked for?, you said I would be shown but even if I am showing how will I know?" I turned over to Heedah to be sure of what I was facing. Trust me the last thing I work right now, is to be dead. "Just keep in mind that a black bird represent gift of vision and a raven represent death, I don't know what fate has in store for you Winter, but you need to have faith and hope." she walked up to me and clutched my hands hers reassuringly.

Some were even doing all three at once. Disgust filled Dannie and she took a step back, the softness of the ground alerting her she was dangerously close to the edge. Recognition hit her. Deabru. These creatures were the deabru. They were the malignant counterpart to the wolf spirits. Whereas the wolves bound themselves to a human in a symbiotic joining that benefited both, the deabru were all parasite. They fed off a human’s soul and body until there was nothing left.