Kiss Of The Rabbit God Novels & Stories

Then he heard Lyra's voice, filled with a hint of a smile: "I don't think Black Rabbit is timid at all. It shows that it loves itself and values its life. It's not necessary for it to cross the river; it can still eat and survive on this side." Tristan paused slightly, a faint surprise flashing in his deep eyes. Red Tail howled, impatiently asking, "So in the end, did Black Rabbit go to the grassland on the other side?" Lura gently hooked her lips. "Yes, it did." "Wow! Why? Wasn't it terrified to death?" Lyra turned a page. "Because it fell in love with White Rabbit." "Wow!" Red Tail widened his eyes. "Turns out, a yellow rabbit appeared on the other side of the river, and it also liked Whit

The warmth poured into the rabbit’s side, and I felt the strangest thing, the wound knitting closed beneath my fingers, the blood seeming to pull back into the body instead of spilling out. My eyes snapped open. The cut was gone, smooth fur covered what had been torn flesh. The rabbit twitched once, then went moved peaceful, no longer in pain. I sagged forward, trembling, nearly collapsing against the cage. My hands glowed green for one more second before dimming out. The witch crouched beside me, her face unreadable. Then she nodded. “Good, You see? It listens when you command it.” I was shaking too hard to answer.

Why did he have to be late on a special night like this? "He's close," Katie sniffed and whispered. "Now, I'm excited." For the first time in a while, I felt her leap within me. . . The elders approached the altar. Lady Trish, the priestess of the moon goddess, lifted her wooden staff and began the bonding ritual. “Tonight, the Moon Goddess will seal what has been bonded forever. After this ritual, there is no going back. Now, step forward. Alpha Jax Kane and Mira Locke."

Can you do that? Rabbit: I already am… I’m imagining your hands. Tiger: Good girl. Now move your fingers faster. Imagine me sliding into you—slow at first, but deep. I won’t stop until you’re shaking. You like it like that, don’t you? Rabbit: Yes… I do… I moved my fingers faster, my body starting to writhe quietly under the blanket. Every word from Tiger felt like an actual touch on my skin. Tiger: If I were there, I’d suck on your nipples while thrusting into you. Hard. Deep. Until the only thing you can think about is my name. You’d beg me to be rougher. Do you want me to be rough with you, Rabbit?

An eager moan escaped my lips. He let go of my wrists, using the freed hand to rip the wet shirt from my body. His pupils dilated as he looked down at the bare skin of my chest peeking through the lace of my exposed bra. He licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss the edges of my bared skin. My brain, and whatever was left of rational thought, melted out of my ears.

Darz said. “Rabbit, the symbol of luck. An incarnation of a moron who is so cocky for her luck. Speculated as the ones everyone afraid of, yet don’t get so cocky as you just summoned your Ribo!” Franz exclaimed. “She’s not the only one who has a Ribo!” Harz said showing his Ribo which is a white sheep. “We managed to summon our Ribo because of Varz. We are not a bunch of morons who will hate anyone for something he has never done.” Larz said showing his Ribo which is a brown boar.

Its heart races against mine, wild and frightened, but alive. I stroke its fur with my uninjured hand, and something shifts beneath my touch, a shimmer, like magic recoiling. Its glow dims. It’s still a rabbit, but not quite. Its eyes blink up at me, too intelligent. Curious. “What are you?” I whisper. “Beautiful,” someone says behind me. Kael leans against a tree a few paces away, with his own rabbit sleeping in his arms. His golden eyes shine in the moonlight. He’s been there long enough to see everything.

"Then, what happened to the rabbit and its spirit?" Zerikyu's pupils brightened. "I did it. You live and he dies." "So...?" "Yes, the girl who fought with you on the balcony. I prepared two rabbits—a white rabbit for you and a black rabbit to sacrifice. When your spirit was safe, I killed the black rabbit that represented the soul. She has reaped the karma for your death," Zerikyu said. The tsunami in my body is reflected in the hollow of my hot eyes—waves of water seep in. My vision begins to condense, along with the tightness of my chest.

“That’s a moon rabbit pelt. My great great grandmother was the Luna of her pack. She was hunting one night under a full moon when she saw a moon rabbit with shining crystal eyes, so she killed it and brought its body to the pack. She and her Alpha wore each of its eyes around their necks, and passed the pelt down to their children.” “Wow.” I run my fingers through the rabbit’s fur, which feels impossibly soft. “Put it under your pillow,” Nash says. I do. He turns the lights off, then, and the only thing I can see is the dark outline of his body on the other bed, his breathing going slow and steady as he falls asleep. I slip one hand under the pillow, comforting myself with the sensation of t

“But the Goddess…” “Maybe the Goddess is testing us,” I whispered, brushing a light kiss across her lips. “But I don’t care what the technical term is. You feel like mine, Ruby. And I feel like yours.” I started trailing hot kisses down her throat, my hand sliding under her dress. gliding up the smooth skin of her thigh until my fingers brushed the edge of her panties. Her arousal flooded my senses, thick and sweet, and my wolf practically howled with satisfaction, urging me to drop to my knees and taste her until she shattered.