Rabbit Ghost Novels & Stories

Ril spoke, adjusting his clothes. [Yes] "Good, we will be leaving in an hour. Give your luggage to me" he said, and I handed him my bag which is made of special leather from a monster called Akhora. Found in the Radna desert. The monster is large and has dark brown thick skin and only eats the skin of its own kind. They are also man-eaters. According to Ril. They don't care what kind of creature they eat as long as the creature has meat. They are not strong enough, so they only hunt the prey which is already on the verge of death. Furthermore, they cut the skin immediately before it could disappear. He said all this when I asked what this bag is made of.

Their large tarantula like bodies are hairy and their fuzz sticks out in all directions. "Hello, Queen Ursa. It's been such a long time. You look as strong as ever. Why are you affiliated with the werewolves? The fight between us has nothing to do with your kind. Back down now and the unicorns won't be harmed," Rosemary sneers at Queen Ursa. Queen Ursa steps back on her hooves and makes a sound like a white horse mare would. Then she points her horn toward the Ghost.

What continued on its back was a tail, which it uses to lunge at the young girls, both falling to the side, before turning towards me and throwing a straight paw around my neck. Sassa growls down the base, then, at that moment, bounces off the table and searches briefly before running toward the entrance. I shit myself on the ground, unable to stand up or move a solitary muscle, not watching as she figures out how to get past the mountain rowan obstruction with almost no problem. "She wasn't a werewolf!" Gabriel yells, annoyed. "It's a kanima ," he 's just stunned. "Try not to tell me, Sherlock," Justin spits through his teeth, glancing at me with a combination of inconvenience and depressio

Oh my… Ouch- This kiss, which came with blood, tainted Raven Morgan's 1st day of high school with red. Right when the gap ceremony, he was suddenly bitten by an evil spirit on the approach home. maybe different students were aiming to celebrate with their parents, perhaps even going out for a feast, to commemorate this special day. except for Raven, who was living alone, it wasn't potential to own a celebration like that. whereas he was leisurely walking home, the sky was already dark.

Blake whispered. "You are so cheesy. You know that, right?" I chuckled with my eyes still closed. I was just about to open them again when I spotted the familiar figure in the corner of the darkness. He didn't move or even speak but I knew that he was there and I knew that it was Kyros.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Sara reported. “Hugo is at work. He works until four or five on Fridays normally,” Rocco said once we stepped outside. “Where does he work?” I asked. “A brothel near Calabogie.” “I know it,” I said, looking at Sara. “You’re free to go.” I turned to Rocco, undoing my alpha aura. We got back into the car and drove just over a half hour to get to Hugo’s place of work. I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them.

The badge was real, one of many we have stolen from O’Hanian over the years. “Alright, alright, I owe him nothing. It was the Dog Star bastard.” I hear the woman spit on the ground as though clearing her mouth of the foul-tasting name. “The who?” Vulk asks. “Holy shit,” I say through the door, “I was right. The guy with the glasses is a cockatrice. That explains everything.” “A what?” Vulk probed, stepping outside. “A Cockatrice. It kills you with a glance. A Basilisk!” “No kidding?”

"Sir, it seems you forgot about the red ghost." Liam, who had just heard about it from the flat owner, suddenly lost his temper. “Tony, I'm not going to listen to superstitions anymore. So, stop!” Roy interrupted. “Red ghost is a female werewolf who has hypnotic abilities. They can even possess the bodies of the men she met before.” This is the first time Amora heard him speak at length. He turned to Apollo. "Does Candy have it?" Apollo nodded, making Liam glare as he remembered something. Only Amora was confused here.

“Fuck you, Nyx.” “Oh, hush. You were always so dramatic.” Something flickers beside me. A shape that I recognize. Small and white, fading in and out of existence like rapid pulses. “Bubbles?” I whisper. The rabbit flickers into full form for a breath, her ears flattened, fur standing on end, eyes glowing faintly gold. Then she vanishes again. Nyxara rolls her eyes. “Oh, for the love of the old gods, stay still, sister. You’re giving me a headache.”