Novel & Cerita Feels The Rabbit

It noticed me from afar but since it couldn’t run away or hop to escape, it began to tremble in fear with its eyes fixed on me. The way it looked at me with so much despair, made me feel like I was some sort of a villain. Hmm Was I? It didn’t feel like I wasn’t one. I moved my hands and caught the rabbit with my bare hands and pulled it up with its ear. The little thing began to tremble even more. I could see the fear in its eyes along with the plea of mercy but at the same time I felt like pulling it apart. My hands and mind was restless and the tingly feeling didn’t allow me to think about letting the harmless little thing go.

“No mom, please don’t start.” “That sounds like yes.” “It sounds like I enjoy suffering.” He whined. “I had already gathered that.” Rabbit laughed, his glasses sliding off his nose as he leaned forward slightly. Talking to people or rather Noah as Rabbit felt completely different from talking to people as Nyx, that’s if he managed to talk to them without their disgusting hands on him. This felt warm. Like standing too close to a fireplace during winter. And somehow that terrified Rabbit more. Someone else held this same power over him, Nyx.

The scent of the rabbits continues to taunt me, tempting me with the promise of nourishment. As I shut my eyes, I am immediately greeted by the rhythmic thumping and hopping sounds of rabbits. The familiar scent fills my nostrils, and I quickly realize that the alpha has generously provided me with live rabbits. With cautious excitement, I cautiously emerge from my cozy nest and take in the sight of countless rabbits scurrying around my newfound sanctuary. My heart leaps with joy, and I can't help but let out a delighted yip as I embark on the thrilling pursuit of food.

Jaime said. "You're already special little J." Jaime smiled. I bent and the bird flew away settling a few paces away from me. I picked up the little rabbit and said, "This little guy is separated from his family." "You hear them too?" Grace said stupidifed. I nodded. "Not hearing per se but I can sense their thoughts and stuff." "Wow! Just wow! This is incredible." Jaime walked up to me and I handed the rabbit over to her. It was an instant connect. He gazed at her adoringy as she returned his gaze.

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.

It was a big rabbit. I froze and my breathing was suddenly cut out. My breath slammed into my throat as I tried to swallow the scream that had crawled up my throat. I felt the rabbit’s small tongue dart out to lick my fingers then it rushed away. I released the breath I’ve been holding, nearly collapsing in relief. I quickly continued moving. Not daring to stop for fear that another deadly creature will crawl up my arm. The tunnel was too tight so plenty of movement could not be made in it.

The rabbit didn’t see me until I was almost right behind it. This time, when I attacked, my teeth closed around its neck. The kill was fast and clean. And I felt… nothing. No guilt. No fear. Just a sense of satisfaction “Good job, Kael said. Now we—” He suddenly stopped. “What is it?” I asked, still holding the rabbit. “Something’s wrong,” he said, his body going stiff. “Do you smell that?” I lifted my nose to sniff— And I stayed stilled. Wolf.

River wondered, her mental voice filled with awe. She tuned in to the thoughts around her, listening with an uncanny clarity. At first, faint whispers filled her mind, a gentle hum of consciousness that seemed to emanate from the forest itself. The sounds were indistinct, a murmur of thoughts that swirled around her. But as River focused, the voices clarified, taking on distinct tones and textures. A rabbit's fear of predators sliced through her mind, its high-pitched anxiety resonating deep within her chest. River's ears perked up, sympathetic to the rabbit's plight.

“Oh, that’s so nice of you, but I’m not hungry.” His fluffy tail wags regardless. He nudges the rabbit with his snout–all wolf. Maybe even his mind, as it stands. He’s been in this form for hours now. I gingerly bend to pick up the rabbit, giving him a wobbly smile. He seems pleased, and turns, leaping off the porch into the darkness again. I promptly drop the rabbit beside the door and step inside, shaken to my core. It feels strange. He hunted for me. Provided for me. It’s a warm feeling, something that cuts through the slight ache in my temples and the fevered chills beginning to creep into existence as the moon rises far beyond the rain clouds.

“You must be bullshitting me.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, look at this furry little guy,” I said, stepping out of our hiding spot. The rabbit twitched its nose, its small, quivering body frozen in fear. Slowly, I crouched down and picked it up, cradling it gently in my arms. Its fur was soft beneath my fingers, its tiny heart pounding against my palms. Jace just grunted, rubbing a hand down his face. “All that tension, and it’s just a damn rabbit.”