Rabbit Hole Comic Novels & Stories

At where his eyes used to be are two deep, dark black holes. He is a rabbit skeleton! It’s the White Rabbit in the story. Meph recognizes the visitor instantly. Only, the rabbit is long dead, rotting already. And the most creepy thing is-- Those two empty black holes are looking right into Meph’s eyes, with a huge, evil grin forming on that face slowly. “You...lied...” The rotten face wiggles in a twisted way, the hole that once was a mouth opening and closing with evil in the sound coming out of it.

She instantly furrowed her brows and looked up at Hazel who was staring back at her. "What happened to you?" She questioned. "Now you are ready to listen" Hazel rolled her eyes and shifted away because she was obstructing Kira's view from the cage that had the bunnies. "That thing bit me" she said, pointing at the cage as Kira shifted her gaze from her injured hand to the cage. Hazel picked the scarf from the table and started tying back the bite mark the bunny had given her. "How did it happen?" "It was that same bunny I fed with some love potion" she responded and finished tying the scarf around the bite mark and walked to the shelves where she brought out the old worn out book

“Okay, but get this—he’s the rabbit.” She blinked. “The what?” “The rabbit,” I said. “From the club.” Rachel stared at me, jaw slowly unhinging. “He’s the fucking rabbit?!” I nodded, practically vibrating. “Yep.” “You’re telling me… the mysterious stranger in the rabbit mask who had you melting in public… was Stacy fucking Cole?” I grinned. “One and the same.” She threw a napkin at me. “You little slut! I knew there was more to that man.”

Hector is hungry and he can’t wait until he can bite into the rabbit. Rex turns to Ash. “Kill and drain the rabbit.” Ash doesn’t hesitate to bite the rabbit’s neck and drain it dry. “Well, you’re free to go. Hector, since you’re not allowed blood you will kill the rabbit, but not drink it.” “You want me to kill the rabbit, but not drink it?” “Yes, is that a problem?” asks Rex. Ash waits for Hector. He stands and watches them argue. “I will not kill it if I can’t eat it.”

“Aviva got these rabbits. I got a few yesterday, but Mercy gave them away.” I frown. I was wondering what happened to the three rabbits and the squirrel Shosh snared during our trip yesterday. My eyes stay on Alpha Ryan, however, as he stands on the opposite side of the creek from us. Shosh can tell I’m tense and is acting accordingly, squaring her little shoulders and turning her expression to something unreadable and slightly bored, but Lora is giggling, swinging her bear around, and enthusiastically talking about her fairy house. Alpha Ryan nods along, his eyes occasionally flickering to mine.

I exclaim as I notice a huge fat rabbit hopping off to another trail that disappears in a thick forest . "I see it but we are not going that trail Bloom ,"my wolf refuses. "C'mon ! Let's just try ,"I whine trying to convince my wolf . "Fine ,"she agrees with a sigh and we slowly slip away and follow the rabbit . I run through the thick bushes as it hops to only god knows where. It disappears into a thick hole that has a steep slope . "I think we should turn back now ,"my wolf gives up . "Yeah it does look dangerous ,"I agree peering down the slope looking at the thick white rabbit .

Sometimes, only sarcasm gets your joke. Notice the pun? Hmm.. Even I don't. I think I might have detention. Victim's pov He was dragging me by my hair, dragging me out of my prison. I had lost count of days and my face no longer throbbed. I longed to breathe in fresh air and smell the grass. I wondered what was outside my prison. His face was contorted with fury and his movements were rough and aggressive. I saw a tunnel few feet ahead. He wasn't going to make me run, right? I wasn't sure I could even run and I rubbed feeling into my numb arms.

The violence had been swift, absolute, and merciless, the distinct, brutal signature of a single hunter. Avery's heart skipped a beat. A deafening ringing surged in her ears. Her eyes swept over the fallen figures and then froze— There, in the mud, lay a small white rabbit toy. Its clean cotton fabric was now soaked through with heavy oil and grime, its long ears lying limp in the filthy sludge. Dorothea's most precious rabbit. Avery forgot how to breathe. Blood surged in her chest. Her fingertips were cold as death. Where was Dorothea?

She thought. Kyle’s eyes moved around the familiar place and a smile appeared on his lips. “This place is called a dungeon for a reason. I have once been here, and of course, I know what you must be passing through,” he said and dipped his hand inside his coat pocket only to bring out a rabbit and he placed it on the floor. Meera stared at the white rabbit that did not make any attempt to move from its place and her teeth ached as she kept staring at it. Somehow, her instinct is telling her what to do with it and she heard Kyle say;

It barked happily and kept looking at me and back at the hole. "Is that how you got here?" I asked and raised an eyebrow as I studied the rabbit whole that was too little to fit me, but just enough to squeeze the little wolf in. The wolf jumped happily and I took that as a confirmation. Suddenly, it pawed at the hole and looked at me expectantly, in which I figured it was a way for it to tell me to get in. "Er...I don't think I fit in there." I said, which made the wolf tilt its head to the side in confusion. I sighed and made a hand gesture. "That," I pointed at the rabbit hole. "It’s too small for me." I made a small circle with my hand before pointing to myself; hoping that the wolf would