Loud House White Hare Novels & Stories

“But the word on the waves cannot always be trusted.” Lily’s eyes widened. Two eleves huddled on a log together, sipping tea from hollowed out mushrooms. One passed a steaming teapot, flicking his white hair over his shoulder as he did so. The other, brown skin gleaming and glittering, took it and refilled his mushroom. The white-haired eleve snorted. “Where wolves are concerned, I’m willing to believe just about anything.” His hair had fallen back, revealing pointed ear tips. Lily eyed them closely, an odd feeling brewing in her gut. Her heart thudded at the sight of them, and it yanked her backwards in a stumbling step.

Shaking her head, Frore started walking back to her house in a hurry. On the way, a smile lit up her face when she saw whity running around. Smiling, she placed the basket down and ran to him to pick him up and bring him back with her. He was a pure white rabbit and her only friend. That's why Frore was so excited to see him. Picking him up, she rubbed his head and he nuzzled up in her hand, when Frore chuckled and went to pick up her basket. Walking again, she could see her small wooden cabin hidden in the trees at some distance. Softly, Frore sighed in relief and rushed to reach there.

Indeed I have to concede, the werebears were savvy to make their base in the center of downtown Hartford. There are lofts and high rises all over, and by all accounts, the Dark Sign safehouse is fair an standard office building, total with security watches at the entrance. We adhere to the shadows as we crawl through the stopping parcel a few entryways down, by all appearances fair a gather of youthful grown-ups out for a day of shenanigans.

“I remembered hearing stories about a wolf like the one you described, so I searched through the archives. I found a few things that might interest you.” He slid two large, weathered books across the desk toward me. Their covers were cracked with age, the titles faded but still legible. “‘The Myths of the Lunar Wolves,’” I read aloud from one of them, my fingers tracing the embossed letters. “And this one,” he said, tapping the second book, “is more about their origins. It’s fascinating, really. The white wolf is said to be connected to something ancient, something powerful.” I swallowed hard, my mind racing. “Why… why would I dream of it?”

It sounded as if it were in pain, so I forgot to answer Luka as I rushed toward the sound. On the top of a hill, where there was a single large tree growing, covered in cherry blossoms, a group of Centaurs was attacking a beautiful white horse. Without thinking, I rushed in to try to save the horse. Luka followed me and together we fought the Centaurs, although they didn’t seem like your typical monsters.

Yesterday night she had talked about how the sky looked extra blue and how she almost cried because of how beautiful it was. For a lowly wolf like her, an omega, a handmaiden, treated like nothing by most, Lyra was the most hopeful, brightest, and annoyingly cheerful person I had ever met. Even I, Luna of the fortress, could never match her energy. “And my Luna, you won’t believe this, while I was fetching water this morning, I saw a rabbit. A white one! Pure white! I swear it winked at me, like actually actually winked. I think that is a sign of good luck, my Luna. Don’t you think so? Rabbits don’t wink for no reason.”

Reality was worse than anything he'd imagined. … The sharp smell of antiseptic filled my lungs. I lay in bed, drifting in and out of awareness. "The patient has suffered a slight concussion and requires a 24-hour observation," said the doctor, but his voice sounded far away. I closed my eyes, my mind replaying that brutal night. I remembered the burglar's twisted face, the speeding car, and the deafening explosion. When I woke up again, the TV was talking about that incident. "A traffic accident involving a tanker truck and a private vehicle occurred on Goodrich Avenue last night. The collision triggered an explosion. A charred body was recovered from the car. Police believe the victim to be

Only then did Safan feel a little more at ease and discreetly slipped a small, solid object into her hand. Harmonia opened her hand and found that it was the little ring she had lost in the mountains. Once again, it had been lost and found. She immediately put it back on and waved at Safan. All the luggage was loaded onto the plane, and Harmonia carefully carried the cage with the rabbit. “Harmonia, why do you have a rabbit?” Louis looked at the cage Harmonia held. “It was a gift from a neighbor.” She was worried that if she left the rabbit behind, it might end up being used to make stew, so she decided to take it along.

He asked. She stared back at him, confused. Wasn’t that reason enough? Why was he staring at her like he was amazed? “Today, I will tell you a secret,” he said, his gaze hardening, making her anxious. Rising to his feet, Mr. White walked over and leaned against the edge of the table beside her. “I was born with a dead wolf.” Elsa’s mouth parted, her eyes widening in utter shock. Mr. White? The alumnus rumored to have single-handedly beaten the strongest wolf in his set… had a dead wolf?

They were hunting something. Kael stood beside me, his silver eyes fixed on the advancing darkness. His hand found mine instinctively, and a warm pulse traveled through our bond. Despite the chaos unfolding before us, that single touch grounded me. It reminded me of who I was. It reminded me of the journey that had brought us here. Yet as I stared at the approaching shadows, an unfamiliar unease settled deep inside my chest. The Last Witness remained frozen near the edge of the fracture. Its ancient face was filled with alarm. “They know,” it whispered. The Harvester stepped backward, its shifting features twisted with fear.