Rabbit Ghost Novels & Stories

Then she opened up one of the enclosures and let a hairy monstrosity walk onto the back of her hand. "This is a Chilean Rose tarantula. I just call her Rosita." Rosita lumbered carefully up Banshee's arm. "Beautiful, isn't she?" Shamira was willing to bet the devil himself would be beautiful too. One was still supposed to keep one's distance.

The latter found himself on all fours after the impact of many blades on his back and raised his head with a shrill cry like a wolf to the moon. Ragnar hastily pulled up the rope he was holding after he dropped the hanging bar and spotted among the hanging objects the longest and broadest animal spine that still had long, curved and sharp ribs. He swung several times to reach the huge carcass and hoisted himself up on it with a little effort. He glanced quickly below him and to the ground, he saw the giant who was on all fours, being tortured by the girl and crying to death. The colossus was right in the middle of the room, below the gigantic spine on which the little hunchback stood proudl

"We can't get anywhere near them, Rakesh won't let us." I blinked at the weedy man. I couldn't tell what he was at first, but then I noticed the crinkled ears, the tell-tale sign of a goblin. He was probably the manager. Rem had told me they could be a little feisty but it seemed this one was nervous and I didn't need to guess why. Rakesh had shown me how easily he could make the supernatural cower away from him should he desire it.

It was almost as if he would leave without getting the answer he wanted. “I have just given you the heart of a Jungle Cat. Isn’t it a bit unfair to ask for something as rare as that as well?” Village Head Samoa’s lips twitched when he heard the request of Chief Doctor Kaka. The Red-Faced Mosquito was an extremely rare Magical Beast. Unlike most mosquitoes that relished the blood of others, the Red-Faced Mosquito didn’t drink blood. It was an insect that feasted on honey and wine. It was swift and dangerous, for it had an extremely deadly bite that could kill even the strongest of men in seconds. This Magical Beast was tiny, but because of its rarity, speed, and deadly venom, it was ranked as

The rabbit didn’t move as his voice echoed around the snow. “No, no, it should be scared,” Mikael said, “It’s a rabbit…” “It has horns…” Peggy whispered. “It’s an illness they can get, the horns and tentacles will go… But that illness doesn’t change its behaviour,” Mikael said. “So?” Peggy said. “Rabbits don’t know the difference between wolves and werewolves. It’s looking at us, predators, and not showing fear,” Mikael said. “So… Something is really wrong…” Peggy said.

But I didn't run. I squeezed through the collapsed entrance, my skin burning from residual silver in the air. The interior was chaos—walls crumbling, fires burning, and everywhere that silver light pulsing. And standing in the center, surrounded by broken bodies and shattered restraints, was something I barely recognized. Racheal had transformed, but not into any wolf I'd ever seen. This was from legends. The Ghost Wolf. An actual embodiment of primal werewolf power in its purest, most terrifying form. Her eyes met mine across the destruction, and I saw no recognition in them. Only rage, power, and the promise of violence.

"Mom gave me a pouch of spices yesterday and told me to let it burn as I slept." Rebecca's expression shifted at this, then she broke into a wide grin. "Everly, those spices are the good stuff. You must do as Mom says, okay?" I felt the hair on my arms rise at the sight of her odd, cryptic grin. There were plenty of rabbit-women in our settlement, but not many of them could grow bloodstones. Word had it that most of the bloodstones were swallowed up by the rabbit-women themselves on the day they were delivered.

She’s fast, Zeus growled with admiration. Celeste darted through the trees, weaving between trunks before suddenly stopping and crouching low—a rabbit. Zeus caught the scent immediately. Celeste lunged first, lightning fast. The rabbit barely had time to react before she snatched it up. She tossed Zeus a proud look before dropping it. Zeus huffed. Show off. Celeste’s wolfish laugh echoed through the mindlink. You’re just slow.

For some reason, Klick didn’t like that. It wasn’t difficult to find Rusty. In fact, Klick wondered why it took him this long to get this information. The werebunny boy was munching on his salad alone in the dark gym equipment storage room when Klick found him. Rusty didn’t seem alarmed. If anything, he sounded annoyed. “What do you want? I’m not open for business yet, it’s lunch now. Come back later if you want to fuck.” Klick made a face. They said rabbits were mild-tempered creatures. Why was this one so hostile? Nevertheless, he got straight to business.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.