Mr Rabbit Novels & Stories

The urge to protect her rose above and beyond all else. “Hello, what’s your name?” she giggled in her sweet, childish voice. She had a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with a sweetness of the purest kind. She smiled, showcasing a mouthful of milky white teeth. Her blonde curls remained dry beneath the hood of her coat. “My name is Ruby Knight and I’m six. I wish you could talk,” she spoke with a sigh. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, but you’re just a friendly dog so that doesn’t count,” she continued to chatter.

Returning a tame smile, Meph walks even slower, “I know, I know. I’m cooperating, aren’t I?” He is not cooperating. He has tested several times -- The rabbit couldn’t see his game panel. In fact, the rabbit doesn’t seem to be able to see the snake either. When Meph asked him how he thinks of the design of his “tattoo”, the rabbit replied, “A plain black wristband? How’s that any design?” That’s why Meph is taking his time playing around this new toy. The game panel has been useful. It was the system notification, “Alice found”, that helped him put everything together, and the missions have been informative, too.

Sure enough, the cases of rabbit-women swallowing the bloodstones saw a huge decline. I returned to my room. Recalling Rebecca's words, I snuffed out the spices burning on the table. For some reason, I thought being a rabbit-woman wasn't the great thing it was chalked up to be. At that moment, Mom entered the room. She frowned when she saw that the spices had stopped burning. "Everly, why aren't the spices burning?" I rubbed my stomach. "The smell of the spices makes me hungry, Mom. We don't have much food in the house, to begin with. I ought to eat less."

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

- I say and move him with my other paw and he groans in pain. What a show I am. - Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you - I release him and stare at him. I'm so hungry... I approach him slowly with my wild side awake and when I'm about to eat he hears a noise, I look prepared towards the noise and see a rabbit come out from behind the bush. I'm not going to eat my first little friend. I get ready and jump on top of the rabbit killing him with one bite, as if enjoying the meat. I'm embarrassed when I see the squirrel's eyes staring back at me.

I let out a sigh of relief. He turns his head around and smirks, his eyes locking onto mine. For someone with Alpha blood coursing through her veins, you haven't exactly impressed me so far." I roll my eyes at him. Just wait till we get back to Kaden’s palace grounds. Marcus steps towards the tiny creature. “Come here you little furball.” With a goofy smile, he extends his hand to scoop it up, but the rabbit hops out of his arm's reach. He tries again, and the rabbit hops slightly further away. I feel something off here, but can barely make sense of it.

The scent of the rabbits continues to taunt me, tempting me with the promise of nourishment. As I shut my eyes, I am immediately greeted by the rhythmic thumping and hopping sounds of rabbits. The familiar scent fills my nostrils, and I quickly realize that the alpha has generously provided me with live rabbits. With cautious excitement, I cautiously emerge from my cozy nest and take in the sight of countless rabbits scurrying around my newfound sanctuary. My heart leaps with joy, and I can't help but let out a delighted yip as I embark on the thrilling pursuit of food.

“Is the same thing true even if one is dead? Like, if you have a moon rabbit fur?” “Yes. Moon rabbit fur can only be marked by a few things: one, the blood of a murdered werewolf, and two, silver. If it comes into contact with either of those substances, it will become dingy and dark, and its magic will begin to fade.” “Interesting,” I say. “Thanks, Arnold.” “Why all the questions? Have you seen a moon rabbit?” Arnold sounds curious, and a little bit concerned. “Not exactly,” I reply. “Just...trying to learn more about wolf shifter magic.”

He heard her say as she admired the pet infront of her. Kace turned beside the cage of the hamster and saw a rabbit staring down at her. She bent down to look at it closer. “Aww! What a cute bunny!” “That would be 150 dollars, miss. That rabbit is a rare breed. It came from another country,” one of the store assistants said. “Ah… I… was just looking at it. I… don’t have money to buy it.” She stepped away from the cage and decided to just go out of the store since she didn’t really have enough money to buy.