Rabbit Hole Comic Novels & Stories

“They were safe a week ago.” “And now?” Elaina asked. “Too many scouts,” he replied. “Someone important must be traveling soon, or someone important is being hunted.” The implication hung in the air. Elaina shifted in her saddle. “And the routes you mentioned yesterday?” Sachin slowed slightly so they could ride closer together. “I call them Rat Hole and Rabbit Hole,” he said casually. Drake raised an eyebrow. “Creative.” Sachin ignored the tone. “Rat Hole is a narrow stone tunnel beneath an abandoned grain mill. It’s barely tall enough to walk through without bending. Smugglers used it years ago.”

Instead of appearing from burrows in the ground, the moon rabbits dropped from the sky in little bubbles that floated downwards. Sasha and Oritha wasted no time, shooting them down one by one. Even Damian equipped his modified wand and fired it repeatedly using a compressed air spell. In a wordless tandem, Akiko and Liu Feng stepped into the carrot field and decimated the baby bunnies from space. If Zen were honest, it looked closer to an alien attack than a rabbit attack. Although the moon rabbit kittens were adorable, they were also crazy about carrots.

He remembered the illustration well. It was the Last Weaver, the Hare of dissolution. He was sleek and silky black with one red eye and where the other should be was a white void. Although... Nickel couldn't help himself... "Shouldn't you be, I don't know, bigger?" The Last Weaver - who from his studies Nickel knew the toms called Frog and saw as the one they had the most unresolved issues with when he appeared - stretched forward with his paws, a judgemental eyebrow of dark smoke appearing out of nowhere.

Just behind the door, the woods stretch out, forming one of the boundaries of the territory. The rabbit rushes out of the house through the open back door, straight into the woods. Quickly, I follow after it. On getting to a small hole in the ground, it disappears through it. My mind instantly goes alert as I wonder where the rabbit must have gone. Kneeling down, I push away the sand mixed with dry grasses around the opening of the hole. My hand touches something cold and it causes me to dig further. I expose a metallic, circular ledge covering the opening of a tunnel that leads down vertically into the ground.

But as I reach for the handle of the sliding glass door, my eyes meet with the rabbit’s. This isn’t a fluffy little prey animal, lucklessly caught by a hawk. It’s Coello. I’d know his eyes anywhere. Cold, cruel, and calculating. He holds my gaze, his little rabbit mouth curling up into a sneer. He rolls over, kicking with his two hind legs. The hawk goes flying, its feathered body slamming into the balcony railing with a hard thud. Then it falls limply to the deck. The Moon Rabbit was only toying with that poor hawk, making it fly him up here so he could get to me. That hawk thought he was just getting a tasty snack, but he was never going to survive as soon as Coello saw some use in him.

I think they were talking about a video game or something by the sound of things. Harlan stood beside me looking unimpressed. "Why are you showing me this?" he asked with an edge of annoyance. "I told you, I can't control what I see," I lied. "It's not always useful," I went on, watching as a cute little brown rabbit hopped out onto the pathway just ahead of Dean and young Harlan. Harlan sneered beside me. "This is pointless!" he asserted, gesturing towards the two brothers walking through the forest. With absolute horror, I watched as young Harlan took a running start, lifting his leg and kicking the rabbit so hard that it flew into the air, tumbling through the underbrush before landing wi

We followed him at a distance, our hearts pounding with excitement and a hint of fear. He led us on a wild goose chase, dodging alleys and side streets. We were starting to lose hope when he finally stopped in front of a nondescript building. He turned to face us, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "Welcome to the rabbit hole," he said, with a cryptic smile. And with that, he pushed open the door and disappeared inside. Rachel and I exchanged a hesitant glance. But our curiosity got the better of us. We stepped inside, finding ourselves in a dimly lit room filled with rows of computer screens and stacks of dusty files.

" Scarlett took a pause. She continued. " In another moment, down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.

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."

“Oh.” Colton’s hand shot out behind him again. Stop. He moved faster now, still silent but charged, like a storm tightening. He crouched beside the rabbit, hands steady, and I saw the wire looped around its waist, cutting into soft belly. Blood wet the fur. The rabbit’s eyes were wide and glassy, terror vibrating through its entire small body. I dropped to my knees anyway, not caring about wet grass. “Let me.” Colton’s gaze snapped to me, sharp. “Hands back. It will kick.”