Dying Rabbit Calls Novels & Stories

I scream in the hopes that someone can hear me. “Heeelppp” I try louder. I hear a branch cracking “I’m over here” I try again. Nothing. No response. Then a blur of white rushes out and goes through a tiny hole in the tree. A rabbit. My so-called savior. Gosh this day could not have gotten any worse. I am officially going to die, not from the beast from my nightmares but rather from avoiding an asshole that causes me to do stupid things. Like running into a forest that I am scared of during a storm.

My eyes looked around the room, not seeing anyone yet they had been there, they had been standing near my bed where they dumped the dead rabbit. My heart broke a thousand times, taking slow steps to get a better look. I did not know what it meant but it meant nothing good. I did not know what I did to these wolf people. I picked up the rabbit, its eyes wide and drained of life, the tears filling my eyes having them swimming on their own pool. “I am sorry.” The whisper pulled from me. I brushed its fur, pulling the cover and wrapping the rabbit with it to walk out of the room. I made my way out of the house, my feet slow, still not really processing the magnitude of the threat I just receive

One mustn't live. He smiled wryly. “Albert is going through a lot now, just a little tough and he's gonna fall. Dead.” He chuckled. “You’re already ruin Albert. And there's no one to save you or your sons. Ha-ha.” ***** Dixon tried calling again, and he picked the call, he sat upright, placing his phone on his ear. “Where the fuck are you, I've been calling you, why ain't you picking your damn call.” "Di—Dixon, he—lp, am d—d—dying "

“Let’s fucking kill that bitch!” Suddenly, the sound in the room filtered back into my brain, and I heard what they were talking about… “I second that,” Knives chimed in, the hunger for blood shown in his eyes. “Someone like that doesn’t deserve to live!” “Why?” Bunny lowly chimed in, his voice barely audible in the chaos. “Why would she---?” “Money! Why else?” Rabbit fumed, looking ready to kill with that wild look in his eyes. “She’s a blood whore! A fucking Judas! I say we kill her! Who’s with me?”

His fingers just slipping into the crease to massage my inner lips as he walked with me. He shoved my back against the wall a bit roughly in his excitement. His eyes going slitted yellow. He lifted my thighs and entered me. Impaling me on his cock. I thrashed a moment unused to the depth. Scraping my heels along his calves, as I struggled for footing to climb off him. He rumbled low in his throat. As he said huskily into my ear. "Stop trying to escape, Rabbit. We have you where we want you now." It dawned on me then that he hadn't called me Rabbit because I was always cowering. He called me Rabbit because these three, their little pack, had always known I'd be their prey.

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 next thing was a raw, involuntary sound: a scream clawed its way up from my throat before my palms flew to my mouth and I staggered backward. The vial slipped from my fingers and hit the stone with a clatter. Dane was just standing still, gazing at the rabbit with his inscrutable face. I knew the tension in his shoulders and how tightly his hands were formed into fists.

“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.”

Alyssa said keeping a sad face. A hissing sound "Ah!" The rabbit gasped. "What was that?" The rabbit asked and grabbed Alyssa's usual white gown looking quite afraid. Then Alyssa hurriedly came down from the bed. "My goodness this room gives me the creeps," the rabbit adds as he shakes continuously like someone catching a cold. "Don't worry am sure it was just the wind," Alyssa said confidently. Hissing sound again "Now I am sure that wasn't just the wind," Berk said with his teeth shaking like a grinding machine.

His face, though only ten years old, was filled with despair. The werewolves watching Andrew’s memories gasped in horror, "Oh my god, it’s too painful, stop, he’ll die!" Alpha wolves from other packs furrowed their brows, "This is the so-called ‘hero’ from Moonshadow Pack? He’s a butcher! He clearly intended to kill that cub!" Ivy lunged at me, attempting to stop me, but how could she stop a mother wolf who had lost her cub? With a single motion, I could throw her aside!

He beams and pets it. “She’s a bird? I so did not get that at all. There’s bird shifters,” Hazel asks, practically squeaking. Just then, it starts flying again and moves to the floor in front of me. It begins to morph and shift again and I’m holding my breath the entire time. Asher demands I don’t look away for a second. Suddenly, there’s a bunny rabbit in front of me. It’s pure white with a fluffy tail. Everyone gasps in shock, but all I can do is bend to pick her up. She’s velvet soft and when I rub her floppy ears she closes her eyes with delight.