Dying Rabbit Calls Novels & Stories

“Where’s Aldrian?” I said aloud, the words tasting wrong in the back of my throat. Khy looked at me sharply. Even his wolf seemed to flinch. And then—Mr. Yellow, perched on the twisted horn of a fallen beast, narrowed his eyes and dropped his usual sass. “I didn’t see him,” the rabbit said quietly, ears twitching. “Not once.” “That’s bad,” I said. “How bad?” Khy asked, rising to his feet slowly, his blade still dripping gore.

“Hands back. It will kick.” “I can.” “It will break its spine,” he said, low and firm. The sentence made me freeze. I pulled my hands back, shaking, and watched instead as Colton eased the wire with slow, careful movements, speaking under his breath, words I couldn’t hear, not English, or maybe English so low it became vibration. The rabbit went still for half a heartbeat, trembling. Colton cut the wire. The rabbit spasmed, freed, then bolted, three frantic hops into the brush before it collapsed behind a clump of leaves, breathing hard.

It gets injected, and beside it is a big red button. We see a gloved finger press down on the button. For a while, nothing happens, and then suddenly, the rabbit begins to spasm, shake violently while screeching in absolute pain. Its eyes turn red, and blood trails out of its eyes, nostrils, and ear. It continues to shake and screech loudly until we begin to see bits of its body decaying, little by little, slowly, leaving the rabbit in agonizing pain. The once-white fur turns into black, brown, and green. The body continues to decay until there is nothing left but rot and dust.

Fully stopping about a metre from her lunch, watching the small movements of the rabbit as it looked around, its chest expanding and falling rapidly as it still recovered from its futile attempt at life, watching as its doom enclosed it. In just a few seconds, Beaux had gone from braced and observing to having the rabbits neck locked in her jaw and snapped. The remnants of life gone in an instant. Once she was sure that it was indeed dead, she dropped it to the mossy floor at the base of the thick tree and began to tear away at it. ‘Helloooooo? You there?’ Poppy’s voice rang out in my head. A stark difference to the peaceful sounds of the woods, causing Beaux to pause eating and snarl before

Something was off and she couldn’t figure it out. What is it? He’s close. Her words were whispered in our mind. She was almost afraid he would hear our conversation in our mind. How close? My voice dropped low, just in case. “Little rabbit.” His deep voice sounded above us. “Come out and play.” We froze. There is no way. How could he know we were here? “If you want, I can come drag you out?” He chuffed out a laugh. “I think I’d enjoy that one little rabbit.”

To be honest, Ethan Brooks was still baffled as to why the lioness had fought with the python in the tropical rainforest, and he planned to ask the lioness where it came from after they got more familiar, but now he was surprised to find a wild rabbit outside the forest. Rabbits are very timid and usually prefer to be active at night, and they tend to hide in bushes or tall grass instead of exposing themselves in such open spaces. But now, Ethan Brooks wasn't in the mood to ponder further; he was already drooling. Spicy rabbit head, braised rabbit ribs, crispy rabbit legs, here I come!! Ethan Brooks first waved at Luna, who was following behind him, making a shushing gesture to tell her to s

There was a high-pitched scream from the bushes that Talen had disappeared into, the sound eerily like a human’s, and the volume of it sending the parrots in the trees to flight, squawking in protest. “Here we are,” Talen announced carrying a struggling rabbit in each hand. He sank gracefully down into the grass at her side and offered her one. “Be careful. They’re wily.” The rabbit struggled in her hold as if knowing its fate, and so she sank her teeth into it quickly, feeling it go limp in her hold as she drained it. Talen held the second on his lap, stroking his fingers through its fur. It seemed frozen in fear, the whites of its eyes showing and its breath panted. When Aislen set the cor

I whispered again, because my brain refused to accept it. Ryan didn’t answer immediately. He just kept walking closer… a bit unsteady, but definitely walking, until he stepped fully into the light. Only then did I notice what he was holding. A dead rabbit in one hand… and a bunch of bananas in the other. My eyes widened even more. “Are you…” I pointed at the rabbit, then at the bananas, then at his legs. “You’re standing… and hunting?!” He let out a small breath, his eyes softening as he watched me struggle to understand what I was seeing.

My heart sank. “Look!” the maid cried, her voice high-pitched, perfectly rehearsed. She held the rabbit up for everyone to see. Its small body dangled lifeless, its eyes dull, its fur matted. “We fed this rabbit the same potion she gave the ex-Alpha—and it died instantly! She killed him! She poisoned him!” I stared, stunned, the blood draining from my face. My stomach lurched violently. “That’s a lie! That’s not possible! I—”

Like I was only a spectator in a movie titled, my life. Valkyrie crouched behind the shrubs eyes wide open and senses alert. She spotted the rabbit. She watched it her eyes following it’s every move ad then she pounced, clipping its throat tightly with her teeth. The cries were loud but she only bit down harder until there was a crack, it was dead. I got to work devouring the dead carcass. I was so hungry I didn’t even mind the fact that I was eating so messily. Blood must have probably destroyed my fur. When I had devoured the dead rabbit I became pretty thirsty. I could use a bath also.