Rabbit Frost Novels & Stories

My eyes wash over the array of things inside the fridge anyway, but when nothing interests me, I close the door and wander around the counter island. There's a large bay window over the sink. I lean and look through the glass into the night. The moon rests above the trees in the distance like a single eye watching over me, and the moonlight reflects something white in the frosted grass below. I squint to get a better look. The small, white thing shuffles across the landscape until it stops and lifts its head. It's a rabbit. Its red eye catches me off guard; I step away from the counter, holding my breath.

The Ron guy came over. "Rosé" Kyle said. "All of us will take that." Kyle explained to Ron before he left to get the drinks. "It's good to come together again. So, Mia what did you intend to discuss with me?" Kyle shoved in his question. Mia dropped her fork back into her plate before talking "I am trying to fight rogues so I would need your help on knowledge about rogue wolves" "I will help you but first we will go see your sanctuary first" "Definitely" Mia affirmed. Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

August 19th, 2002 Morning “Wait! It’s right here!” I rock over the top of her, suddenly peering at the tips of her toes. I almost barrel straight over. I would have taken her with me. Like hitting a wombat. Tiny, but solid. Enough to crush the radiator. I made that mistake on my first and only trip down under. It didn’t crack up to be half the fun I had hoped. Hot and awfully flat. That was my impression of it.

There were many dry leaves and small dry branches around them so Flera was able to roast the rabbit quickly. "I'm not hungry, Flera," Yassi replied to her maid-slashed friend. She can't eat rabbit that has no taste because they don't have spices. It was good that she was able to remove and wash inside of the rabbit's stomach because they saw a small spring. The water seemed clean, so they drank to quench their thirst. "But you need strength, Lady Yassi. We don't know when we will get to Yeran. And we don't know when we will be able to eat real food," she insisted to her.

It was a little baby rabbit. "Oh a wild rabbit, how cute!" I said. "It is quite cute, isn't it?" Ambrose said quietly while stroking the rabbit's fur. "So soft and delicate." Ambrose traced his finger around its neck and I had a bad feeling about it. "What are you planning on doing with it?" I asked. "So fragile," Ambrose repeated as if he didn't even hear me talking to him. "You could just grab his neck and snap it in half. It would be so easy," Ambrose said with a blank face.

Don't expect me to thank you for that. Relief swept through Smokefrost as she finally returned to the meeting spot where Snowstorm and Mousefang were waiting. She knew that should have told them about her encounter with Frost. But a small part of her was terrified of what would happen if Russetstar found out. He would likely use it as an excuse to strike out at her. And she wasn't in any hurry to feel the familiar sting of his claws again. Luckily, they were both distracted with the meager ration of prey they were able to find. Neither were able to catch more than a couple of small, gangly looking frogs and one mouse during their hunt.

Her claws extended against the apartment's hardwood floor. Through the mate bond, she felt Ash's shock at her transformation, felt his wolf push harder against his human consciousness. He was below her building. He was outside. And he was directly connected to her through a magical thread that seven years of distance hadn't managed to sever. Raven moved to her window and looked down. He was standing in the rain, completely soaked, his face tilted upward as though he could sense her location through pure desperation. The mate bond flared to life at visual contact, and she felt the exact moment when he recognized her presence above him.

The four of them dashed towards us with excitement, the fruits of their search hanging from their mouths. My stomach plummeted as I stared in horror at the paltry findings Noire and Cillium had brought back to us: he had only a few weak-looking branches of berries in his mouth, while hers looked to be stuffed with what I assumed were similar items. So not nothing, not at all – but far from what we had hoped for, and from what in truth we desperately needed. That was, until I looked again at Rufias; and found him proudly holding three medium-sized rabbits in his jaws. Beside him, Surry carried a pair of foxes.

It made it to where I started and began sniffing and pacing around. I watched it with an arrow trained on it. This was risky, but something in my gut made me watch and observe. It looked like it was trying to get to the roof of the school. I killed it with my arrow quickly and moved over to the spot it was trying to get to. I had no idea what it was after. Would I even know what I was looking for? I had no clue. I was exposed on this roof, and I didn’t like it, but I had to figure out what it was. Maybe it would help stop future attacks.