Lucky The Rabbit Dark Deception Novels & Stories

he muttered. The rabbit hopped closer, nudging his boot insistently. Draven sighed and bent down, lifting it gently. “You’ve got courage,” he said quietly. As he straightened, something slipped from the rabbit’s fur and fell onto the ground. A folded piece of paper. Draven’s eyes narrowed. He set the rabbit back on the bench and picked up the paper, unfolding it carefully. His expression changed as he read. Darkson suspects a spy among his inner circle. Watch your movements.

Then they’d watched, certain little Ruan, who’d christened herself Lucky— the Killer, Lucky the Devil— at the not-so-tender age of ten, would meet the same fate as the infamous Goddess: a life of struggle and sadness followed by an early exit at twenty-four. But why think about that now? she wondered as she ignored the ghost whispering from the shadows, another cigarette shoved between her lips, the phosphorous flame jumping as she struck the match. Lucky the Shadow, said the thing snarling from the corner.

Blackness seeped from her paws, snaking toward the rabbit like living shadows. The shadows wrapped around the small body, lifting it slightly. Then, to Serena's horror, the rabbit began to shrivel, its form collapsing as something flowed from it into her. Energy. Life force. Power. It felt incredible—a rush unlike anything she'd experienced. The darkness inside her howled with delight, growing stronger, demanding more. "Good," Lucian said. "Now stop." But she couldn't. The darkness was feasting, spreading beyond the rabbit to the grass beneath it, withering everything it touched.

My heart sank. “Look!” the maid cried, her voice high-pitched, perfectly rehearsed. She held the rabbit up for everyone to see. Its small body dangled lifeless, its eyes dull, its fur matted. “We fed this rabbit the same potion she gave the ex-Alpha—and it died instantly! She killed him! She poisoned him!” I stared, stunned, the blood draining from my face. My stomach lurched violently. “That’s a lie! That’s not possible! I—”

And floating above the altar, surrounded by silver light, was the sixth seal. It looked different from the others. Bigger. More complex. And inside its light, Derek could see images. Memories. Elena's memories. "That's it," Tamara breathed. "The final seal. My mother's last truth." She stepped forward without fear. The power in her recognized its missing piece. That's when the Hunters revealed themselves. Twelve of them stepped out from behind trees and stones. All wore tactical gear. All pointed weapons at the group. The leader held something Derek had never seen before. It looked like a rifle mixed with something alien. The metal glowed with a sick green light.

Karen went to the window and looked out at the city; so bright and dangerous. Las Vegas at night was beautiful in a way that hurt. Neon lights promising dreams, casinos offering fortunes, hotels selling fantasies. All lies. All traps, and she had fallen into one of the worst. Karen felt foolish for believing that Peter, a rich man, would fall in love with her. An orphan. Nobody. Of course it wasn’t real, she thought bitterly. How could it be? At that moment, the cell phone in her dress pocket vibrated.

"I knew I wouldn't be wrong, since I was born lucky. You really thought you could win against me? It's too late to regret your decision. though. Transfer the money to me now!" On the screen, I stared at Regina, still shaken to the core. Yet after three minutes, I was still safe and sound. This meant that my previous guess was spot on. If Regina had already lost my luck, how was she still able to land on the correct answer? Had she quietly shifted the burden of misfortune onto someone else again? I felt a surge of anger, my fingers clenching until they turned white. Yet at the same time, confusion gnawed at me.

Being able to hear Lecy speak felt even more unbelievable. "Wait!" Elena pointed at him. "Did you just say magical rabbit?" Her voice rose in disbelief. "So you're not an ordinary rabbit?" The excitement in her voice made her momentarily forget why she had come here in the first place. Lecy laughed again then, patiently, he began explaining everything, the truth about what had happened all those years ago... The day Elena thought he had died. According to Lecy, he had never actually died because as a magical rabbit, he possessed abilities ordinary creatures didn't have and one of those abilities allowed him to hold his breath for hours at a time.

At where his eyes used to be are two deep, dark black holes. He is a rabbit skeleton! It’s the White Rabbit in the story. Meph recognizes the visitor instantly. Only, the rabbit is long dead, rotting already. And the most creepy thing is-- Those two empty black holes are looking right into Meph’s eyes, with a huge, evil grin forming on that face slowly. “You...lied...” The rotten face wiggles in a twisted way, the hole that once was a mouth opening and closing with evil in the sound coming out of it.

“I didn’t mean to trick him. Well, I mean, I did...” Ryan collapsed into the seat across from me, glowering. “What happened? I thought you loved him.” “I do love him.” God, did I love him. “That’s exactly why I did it. Remember that friend I told you about the other day? It’s not a friend who found out her boyfriend’s mother is sick, Ryan. I found out Mr. Marx is sick. Lung cancer. He’s dying, and Kaden doesn’t know because he refuses to talk to him.”