Supernatural Rabbit Foot Novels & Stories

When we reached Alex and Talia, they both got up. “Congrats, Wulfric.” Alex put out his right hand to Blake to shake, and I had to do a double take when I noticed his pinky was missing and the skin was raised in pinkish-red rings around his other fingers, as if he’d been cut and the wound never fully healed. I didn’t even know it was possible for a werewolf to scar. “What happened to your hand?” Blake asked, clearly noticing the same thing right before he took it. “Lost a finger.” Alex gave a sheepish smile.

He lets his wolf senses stretch outward, tasting the air for danger. Nothing. Yet everything feels wrong. He stops beside the ancient oak that marks the border of their territory. The bark is warm to the touch—too warm. When he pulls his hand away, a black mark smolders where his palm had been, curling outward like veins of ink. “Blood magic,” he mutters. “Old as the first packs.” A twig snaps behind him. He whirls, claws half-formed, but it’s only Sybil. Her eyes gleam with moonlight.

Tyce chimed in. "I'm afraid not," Sybil replied. "It's been ten moon cycles now. Ten is the number of rebirth. If her wolf did not come back, she is too far gone and there is nothing we can do. I'd hoped otherwise, but continuing to try would be theft on my part. I even checked her wolf's location in the death realm, and she was so close, practically through the veil. If she couldn't step through when she was so close, well, pardon my phrasing, but it's much like beating a dead wolf to keep trying."

' Even thinking of that thing sent a chill in his spine, all hairs of his body stood up straight, cold sweat was pouring on his forehead, he shivered involuntarily. All of them came in front of the Dracendale's entrance. They took a defensive position hiding behind the trees, they needed to investigate first, there might be an ambush waiting to embrace them. The young chief made a hand seal and uttered something in a low voice, instantly a milky white rabbit formed of pure magic, its glowing eyes were golden colored the same as the young chief. He sent the rabbit to investigate the entrance and the surroundings of the Dracendale. A while later the rabbit came back, the young chief caught it

Darius snarled and countered with his own claws, the sound of claws colliding echoing through the battlefield. *Now! He’s distracted! Tear into him!* Suddenly, Kyrax screamed into my head, and with that, I felt something surge inside me—a spark of mana I didn’t know I had left. My body screamed in protest, but I moved, forcing my right hand to half-shift into a claw. Before Darius could recover, I raised my hand and drove my claws into his exposed belly, sinking deep into his flesh. His howl of agony cut through the air, his eyes wide with shock as blood spilled down his torso.

My heart presses into the back of my throat because I remembered Ben and Kiarr being with me when I picked the yew branch for my wand. Where is it, where is it? I search all around the statue, including around the grave I had landed on when Jacques threw me out of the leyline. "Lookie what we found here, Sullivan." Mercier stalks out from behind a huge oak tree. "A frightened little rabbit." The other werewolf walks beside his friend, both of them leering at me daring me to run. And my heart sprints in my chest.

However, it was only temporary. Aria was startled to notice that a slew of red auras had appeared along the path her deity had taken to flee. A closer look revealed that it was a bloody rabbit. It was not the first time Aria had fought Agatha. As a result, she was very clear about this type of rabbit. The Holy Rabbit was Agatha's crushing divine ability. This was a suicide rabbit, which was extremely difficult to deal with because each rabbit carried the supreme law energy, the holy power. These rabbits would never stop attacking the target.

Taking shape. And they all watched, none of them doing anything as it morphed into what distinctively resembled a Supernatural form. Two arms, two feet and a torso, but it looked unnatural. A freak of everything Supernatural. “Hale do you see this?” Snow asked a hand on his ear. “I do your highness” he replied. “Hold position” he said removing his finger. The things began to make some noise and then they were in motion. There were moving, towards them.

“Why is this pink-coloured thing afraid of me…!?” A man with white hair, red eyes, like an appearance of a white rabbit, stands next to me. “Thing…? It’s a Fortune Rabbit.” Saying that, I stroke the pink rabbit on her back, where she calms down and rests on my lap once again. “What is that? A rabbit that brings good luck?” “Yes.” “…I need to borrow her for a while.” BOP BOP BOP. Hearing that, the rabbit stomps her foot on my feet again— and with a quick pace.

Being able to hear Lecy speak felt even more unbelievable. "Wait!" Elena pointed at him. "Did you just say magical rabbit?" Her voice rose in disbelief. "So you're not an ordinary rabbit?" The excitement in her voice made her momentarily forget why she had come here in the first place. Lecy laughed again then, patiently, he began explaining everything, the truth about what had happened all those years ago... The day Elena thought he had died. According to Lecy, he had never actually died because as a magical rabbit, he possessed abilities ordinary creatures didn't have and one of those abilities allowed him to hold his breath for hours at a time.