Harlequin Rabbit Beastars Novels & Stories

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

“It is not humans, if that is why you look like that, Hector. It is a rabbit, but you will hunt with only your hands. No weapons. You and your fangs are the weapon.” Hector relaxes. “A rabbit, really,” says Trevor. “Yes, they are fast, so it tests your skill to hunt and speed,” says Rex. Ruby and Ash just nod, not having much to say. What they are more curious about is what is wrong with Hector. They all go outside into the woods and Rex turns to them. “You each have ten minutes to hunt down a rabbit and bring it to me. Your time starts now,” says Rex. Trevor takes off at top speed and starts his hunt. Ash and Ruby do as well. Hector, being sore, is a little slower.

He showed his satisfaction by petting the cub. The beast was fully covered in black hair with patches of hair which were missing on some areas and also had a lot of scars on its body, its legs, and its nose was covered in white hair, it also had a triangle-like white patch on its neck. It gave off a majestic feel whenever he observed it for a longer time. Ben stood there thinking for some time and named the beast Oreo as it looked like the biscuit. Ben opened his system and asked, "Can I let Oreo stay inside the system storage"

The Beast sat back against the headboard, and he let go of Rosabella's left arm. The Beast looks at his chest, and he is stunned as well as blown away. He has a good reason to as the knife wound has healed up and there were no bloodstains at all. He looked at Rosabella, and he replied. "I feel fine, but I am shocked that your stepmother was about hurt you with the knife that she threw at you. Are you all right?"

The tabby’s eyes glinted with dry amusement. “You mean the hunt for the dragon prince’s—” began a scruffy grey cockatoo perched above, but the cat shot it a glare. “Yeah, yeah, you get the point. No need spellin’ it out, feather-brains. Use yer head, will ya?” A hoarse, wheezy laugh erupted from a balding rabbit still stuck in its cage. Its mangy brown fur stood in strange patches, as though bitten off by disease, or worse.

I moved like I was shedding my past, every motion a quiet rebellion against everything I’d lost. Vivia laughed beside me, spinning in her silver heels. “See? I told you the city could wake the dead!” I smiled, really smiled, and let the rhythm carry me. But it didn't last long. A fight broke out so fast the music didn’t even stop. A crash of glass. A snarl. Two wolves slammed into a table near the bar, sending bottles flying. One was a bulky male, with the mark of Crimson Fang, fierce and impulsive. The other, smaller but faster, bore the faint mark of Iron Claw, all sharp angles and cunning eyes.

He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned. Their sharp canines out ready to tear that dead body away. It seemed like they were waiting for his order only. Zavier shooed them towards the dead body and they immediately latched on the dead body tearing it apart. The blood and shreds or skin splattered everywhere including the walls.

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

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"