Kiss Of The Rabbit God Novels & Stories

Aileen was unusually strong for a girl her age. Aileen suddenly let go of her and stretched her hands out, a ball for fire surged forth and enveloped the two rabbits that were mating. Kalliste let out a shriek, but she could not find her voice, goose bumps enveloped her skin as she stared back at the charred remains of the rabbit, “You should not have…”, she said in a small voice.

Ruby nodded and began: “I was cleansing her wounds from the arch-demon. The water ran crimson with her blood, so I went to the bathroom to change it. While I was inside, I heard Roosevelt’s dragon screeching. I sprinted to the room. The door had been shattered. Then I saw Roosevelt.” Micha demanded: “What happened after that?” Ruby continued: “The second he saw Queen Erin, his gaze softened. He moved gently and seized her hair and pressed his lips to her forehead.” Magnus surged through. I didn’t even get the chance to speak.

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.

"Mommy, Daddy and I picked her out together! I named her Sera. Do you like her?" I looked down. Inside the iron cage, the rabbit was huddled tight. Its fur was pure white, but its eyes were bottomless pits of black. "Pet her, Mommy. Sera is such a sweet girl." I forced a smile and reached out my hand. The next second, the rabbit lunged, sinking its incisors deep into my fingertip. A sharp pain shot through my hand. Golden Elven blood instantly welled up, and the rabbit began to lap it up greedily.

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.