Novelas y relatos de Kiss Of The Rabbit God

He looked at me with that piercing gaze, as though he could read every thought running through my head. He walked toward me slowly, shirtless, dressed only in sweatpants, carrying that I know it all look. I had long understood that Ryan wasn’t the kind, sweet man he liked to show the world. He was a fox in rabbit’s clothing — clever, calculating, always hiding something behind the mask of charm. “Eva, where are you lost…” His voice was softer now, almost coaxing. “I know it’s not your favorite, but Garcia said these are the foods you should have right now. And after ten days, she’s arranged for a masseuse — an expert in postnatal treatment. She’ll be here to help you.”

“Thank you. This is the power of true knowledge. With this mixture, we can heal even the worst injuries.” Kai and Elder Mira exchanged a glance, surprised but waiting to see what would happen next. Then, without warning, the rabbit began to shake. Its eyes dulled. Its energetic hops turned into weak tremors. The creature collapsed on the floor of the cage, breathing rapidly and trembling uncontrollably. Its healed wound reopened slightly, and it let out a weak, pained cry. Gasps filled the hall. The applause died instantly, replaced by shocked murmurs. “What is happening?” someone whispered loudly.

When her cloudy eyes locked onto the rare snow-white rabbit in my hand, they ignited with overwhelming greed. "Magnificent! Absolutely exquisite! This is the ultimate catalyst for my brew!" Sensing her impending doom, the rabbit in my hand let out a weak but unmistakable woman’s cry. "Save... me..." The Witch paused for a second, then cackled even louder. "She's already developed human consciousness! Even better for the brew!" She ripped the lid off the boiling cauldron. "Noble lady, your timing is impeccable. I'm brewing an ancient poison called the Soul-Scorching Draught. All I needed was a highly magical white rabbit as the catalyst!"

His cheeks were red, and I surmised it wasn't merely from the blows I had dealt him earlier. I traced the skin across the back of his neck and he looked away, body taut like a drawn bowstring. I didn't care. He was my offering, mine to taste. As long as he didn't displease me, I wouldn't say a word. I pressed my lips against that pale neck, sucking harshly, listening to him inhale sharply. My hands found the knot of the robe’s ties swiftly, and I loosened it, letting it fall to the ground.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

the vassal said as he flew down. The vassal landed on Xurden’s front a few inches away, stepping a foot on his face. He was about to kick Xurden when balls of black and white fire came out of nowhere, coming towards them. The balls of fire mixed with each other before hitting the vassal’s side, creating an explosion and thick smoke. Because of this, the vassal jumped back again to avoid any attacks that would happen. As the wind blew, the thick smoke faded away where the two foxes appeared. They both had furs as white as the snow. The only difference the two creatures possessed was the fox on the right had a scar on his right eye.

She was so devastated to see her friend rabbit lifeless and covered in blood. I told her to let go of the rabbit, so we can bury him in the ground, but she refuses to hand him to me. Instead, she held the rabbit tightly while shedding her tears. What happens next surprises me, Aria's body glows so brightly like the ray of sun that almost blinded me. It was too quick like a flash of light and soon after the incident, the rabbit moves as if nothing had happened. She brought the dead rabbit back to life without any complications. Unfortunately, Aria loses all of her strength and passed out .

he demanded. My mind went stuff. Frowning, I look at him full of questions in my eyes. "Huh?" A ghost of an amused smile appeared on his handsome face. "Condition number one first page in the contract. Party A must give three kiss each day to Party B. One kiss for the morning and one kiss for the night. The third kiss will depend to Party B when or where he will get it. Party A must comply wherever Party B ask for the third kiss" he stated, memorizing the first clause in the contract. " I want my third kiss now, darling"