Rabbit Hole Fanart Novels & Stories

Almera asked her eyes sparkling. “I am planning to charge…” Mira scratched her head and pouted “I was going to ask you how much you pay for a rabbit.” “Ha…ha…ha...” Almera laughed as pinched Mira’s cheek and rang the bell for her footman. “Tyle, how much can I buy a rabbit for?” “A plump rabbit would be 3 gold coins without fur and 4 gold coins with fur. A normal one would be 2 gold coins without fur and 3 gold coins with fur.” Tyle paused “Madam that is if you are lucky to get one.”

Older rabbit-women were segregated from the younger ones. While young rabbit-women were tasked with producing bloodstones, the older rabbit-women were in charge of producing the next generation of men and rabbit-women. The men also gave these older rabbit-women full prerogative over their younger counterparts. The rabbit-women whose wards had the best track records would be given full food rations. Those who did not would be sold off to the brothel so that older, weaker men with fetishes could have them. As for the young rabbit-women under their care, they would be sent to other households.

The rabbit had been mended multiple times, each stitch a testament to the years of comfort it had provided. "Mommy!" Dorothea's voice was soft and sweet, her eyes bright with excitement. She shoved a freshly drawn picture toward the camera, pressing it so close to the lens that it blurred for a moment before she pulled back. On the paper, drawn in thick, heavy black crayon, stood a figure—tall, impossibly straight. It had no face, just a blank oval where features should have been. But behind its broad shoulders, a pair of enormous black wings spread wide across the page like a dark shroud. The wings were drawn with intense pressure, the crayon laid down so thickly that it left a slight textu

She was driven out of her thoughts when she felt a tug on her dress. She looked down and saw 6-year-old Joana looking up at her with her two big Heterochromia eyes of the shades green and blue. “Your dress is dirty,” Joana stated, touching the torn part of Rebecca’s dress. Rebecca squatted and took Joanna’s little body into an embrace, pecking her cheeks. “Yea, I fell in a puddle.” Just that statement left a bad taste in her mouth. It brought back the thoughts of earlier events.

Darz said. “Rabbit, the symbol of luck. An incarnation of a moron who is so cocky for her luck. Speculated as the ones everyone afraid of, yet don’t get so cocky as you just summoned your Ribo!” Franz exclaimed. “She’s not the only one who has a Ribo!” Harz said showing his Ribo which is a white sheep. “We managed to summon our Ribo because of Varz. We are not a bunch of morons who will hate anyone for something he has never done.” Larz said showing his Ribo which is a brown boar.

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.