Jack Frost X Easter Bunny Novels & Stories

Twenty-minutes had passed, and as Frost was walking, she spotted a silver-ranked black rabbit beast cutely nibbling on a carrot. 'Looks like God is favoring me today. I haven't eaten a rabbit in a long time. And I'm craving of it.' Frost mentally stated. This rabbit beast was bound to be her food today. In a very careful manner, Frost soundlessly walked. She grabbed her dagger, and leaped out. In a matter of seconds, Frost was already grabbing the rabbit beast's fat body and unflinchingly slid her dagger on its neck. The rabbit beast spasms for a moment before it finally stills, indicating that it's dead.

Raina mutters, and I nod at how right she is. At one point, Zephyr spots a rabbit darting through the underbrush. With a quick nod to Jack, he breaks off, his movements silent and fluid as he tracks the animal. Moments later, he returns, the rabbit dangling limply in his grasp. We pause briefly to share the catch, tearing the meat into small portions and passing it around. It’s a small gesture, but it reinforces the bond between us, the unspoken promise that we’ll look after each other no matter what.