Demonic Rabbit Novels & Stories

Myla quickly nodded. “Mother, I've been training for ten years now and you know more than anyone how much I have grown in skills, strength and smarts. What I'm trying to say is that I know I'm ready to bring down the demon wolf" Ruth sighed. She had a feeling that was what Myla was getting at.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the devil.” His eyes narrow as he takes in my appearance. “Lana, what happened to you?” he looks on as the locusts continue to devour the spiders. “Are those locusts eating the Arachia demons?” I shrug my shoulder and point to the locusts devouring the creatures with a wide, maniacal grin. “Yep,” I giggle. “It looks like they messed with the wrong girl.” I laugh again, which makes his brow furrow.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

I cut in not wanting to unnecessarily prolong our visit. Liam observed me for a moment, he plopped down on the bed casually. "What about it?" He shrugged. "Do you know whose party it was?" Liam looked at me curiously before finally responding. "Caleb Johnson. He throws these sick parties every weekend, whenever his parents are away." I nodded, taking in the information. "Did you know about Allison Wyatt?" I asked after a while. "She's the chick who was murdered in her apartment, right?" Liam responded.

He shuddered at the thought of the vampires, he had refused to believe that vampires still existed until he had seen Dracaryx and the others. The door to the room opened and Dracaryx walked in. Dante immediately went on his knees. Dracaryx walked up to him and patted his head. "Good boy." he praised him. "Thank you master" he answered. "Stand up" Dracaryx ordered him.

I sighed. I was about to leave the woods when I saw it—small, trembling in the underbrush, ears twitching like tiny radar dishes. A rabbit. Helpless. Alone. And then the pulse hit me. That familiar, dark rhythm that clawed from the pit of my spine to the edges of my fingertips. The demonic aura within me surged, like a wave crashing against a fragile dam. It whispered in my mind, cruel and eager. Take it. End it. My breath hitched. My vision blurred at the edges. I could already see it, blood blooming across the snow, its final twitch, the warmth fading from its tiny, dark eyes. My hand flexed. My body itched to obey.

“And this is what he would look like for you if he could.” I saw the next picture and laughed heartedly, because it was a white fluffy poodle. We sat on the fallen tree I’d officially declared my bench, a few steps away from the water, and lingered there, talking. I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes.

Her jaw fell, and her mind was slowly adjusting to the fact that this was really happening. She looked at its fetching face, "And why is that?" she asked. "Why do you not hate me? Why are you looking for me when I hunted you down," she asked once more. The rabbit should be terrified at least, but it was looking for her like it owe her something. "You brought me back to life, and I've never seen anyone as powerful as you," the rabbit said, at least in her thoughts because its little mouth is incapable of pronouncing words. "I did bring you back to life, but I don't think I am powerful. Witches, I heard, do exactly like what I did to you. They bring the dead back to life," she said in a hushed

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

Notice: Hi. This is the author of “Down the Rabbit Hole”. This is a short notice that everything in this story is purely fictional. All characters, settings, and pieces of information are purely all from the creator’s mind. Others, that you may find similar to what you have seen, you have read, all of those are purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any matter without prior notice or permission of the copyright owner. It’s a world of fantasy to be in, and a world where we can runaway, so hold on, Mi Estrellas.