Rabbit Frost Novels & Stories

Twenty-minutes had passed, and as Frost was walking, she spotted a silver-ranked black rabbit beast cutely nibbling on a carrot. 'Looks like God is favoring me today. I haven't eaten a rabbit in a long time. And I'm craving of it.' Frost mentally stated. This rabbit beast was bound to be her food today. In a very careful manner, Frost soundlessly walked. She grabbed her dagger, and leaped out. In a matter of seconds, Frost was already grabbing the rabbit beast's fat body and unflinchingly slid her dagger on its neck. The rabbit beast spasms for a moment before it finally stills, indicating that it's dead.

Frost, who was usually calm, only opened a crack in the window and revealed his normally indifferent eyes, which now seemed to be pleading. Bianca quickly opened the car door, but several large balloons suddenly burst out and she struggled to push them back in, but some of them flew away. After some effort, Bianca finally got into the car, and to her surprise, the spacious car was filled with balloons, and a few mischievous ones kept floating in front of Frost's eyes, either blocking the gear lever or causing other inconveniences. "Don't let the balloons block my view!" Frost caught a small white rabbit balloon that was floating in front of him and handed it to Bianca, but as he did, another

At this moment, Foxy's ears moved, and she shouted excitedly, “Look, there’s a hole here. Could it be your nest? I heard that rabbits like to dig holes. I think this must be it!” A trace of embarrassment flashed across Rabbit's face. It leaned forward and smelled carefully. Indeed, there was a scent of his family.

Some people had a hawk placed on their hands. "This here is a Red-Shouldered Hawk, did you know that they eat mammals and can eat something as big as a rabbit!" We continued over to the insect part of the zoo. A group of teenage girls squealed as they held a tarantula. "That there is a red knee tarantula. They are one of the most docile breeds of tarantula but their bite is equivalent to a bee or wasp sting." The tour continued, we pit stopped at every animal. I was falling in love with this job more and more every day. But, every tour came to an end. Each one ended with the wolves.

I don’t suppose wolves laugh, but Frost gets pretty close to it. “I can probably sleep sleep now.” I brush my hand over Frost’s head again, and lean sideways enough that I can check his wounds. They’ve scabbed over, a little pink around the edges but not puffy. “I’ll leave you with fresh water. There’s some cooked chicken in the fridge, you can have that for breakfast in the morning if you’re not back on two legs.” I ruffle his ears one last time as he whines in protest at my leaving. “Try to get some sleep, okay? Good night.”

Frost was closing in with his spirit animal and things needed speed. Closing his eyes tight, he crossed his pinky fingers and took a deep breath in. With all the pressure he could build up, he exhaled and immediately, the brine caught on fire from foundation to roof at the speed of light. He retreated from the building and went to get Myan so they could go home. Frost had asked for this...

Tiny crystals of frost formed along the window frame. In his dream, Finn stood on a massive frozen lake. The sky above him glowed with swirling blue light. The ice beneath his feet stretched endlessly in every direction. A distant voice echoed softly across the frozen surface. “Awaken…” Finn blinked in confusion. “Hello?” The ice beneath him glowed brighter. “Awaken… heir of frost…” Outside the Cabin Jake stepped onto the porch. The frozen lake glowed faintly now, its surface alive with shifting patterns of pale blue light.

Raina mutters, and I nod at how right she is. At one point, Zephyr spots a rabbit darting through the underbrush. With a quick nod to Jack, he breaks off, his movements silent and fluid as he tracks the animal. Moments later, he returns, the rabbit dangling limply in his grasp. We pause briefly to share the catch, tearing the meat into small portions and passing it around. It’s a small gesture, but it reinforces the bond between us, the unspoken promise that we’ll look after each other no matter what.

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

"And we have people willing to work, to contribute, to help build whatever we're building together." The alliance vote: Seven in favor, zero opposed. Albany joined, bringing total population to 1,130. Week two: The planting was ahead of schedule. The weather held. Crops went into ground—potatoes, corn, beans, wheat. Not enough for full sustainability, but enough to supplement hunting and foraging. Jessica, recovered enough to walk but not fight, worked the fields alongside everyone else. "Strange," she said to Maya during lunch break. "Six weeks ago I was shooting at Grant's soldiers. Now I'm planting potatoes. Feels like different world."