Supernatural Rabbit Foot Novels & Stories

She extended it and tapped Zinjo on the chest, “Hey check out what's in the cage.” Zinjo put the spyglass up to his eye, and peered down at the cage, “What is that? Another hybrid?” Within the cage were a simple black and yellow rabbit with a longhorn protruding out of its head. The guards stood at least five feet away from the cage. Were they afraid of the minuscule ball of fluff? “Have you seen one of those before?” Zinjo shook his head, “It is an animal unknown to me. Perhaps it is the divine beast the ghost of Tiberius spoke of ?”

Hands that had to be a foot long, easy. Two tiny red orbs danced in the darkness, the light reflecting and giving them an odd, pale glow. That’s when Abednego first heard the scratching. Slow, like the laboured dragging of heavy furniture across an ancient wooden floor. Followed by a ticking, tapping sound. The man heard it too. His eyes grew wide, his mouth trembling. He attempted to speak again but all that came out was that wet, rattling cough. He fell over trying to reach for the rabbit. About grabbed the rabbit carcass. It was still warm. He threw it, with everything he had left in him, into the dark opening.

fur? “It’s not a freaking small rodent, it’s a big ass one!” Dario started running and we figured he was being chased by a 4-meter-tall rabbit monster. “RUN!” I screamed as all of us began sprinting for our lives. “What the hell is that?” Eve screamed. “Oh, I think it’s pretty obvious what it is, it’s our damn killer!” June replied to her as well trying to hide behind the big broadened trees. Eve and I were together. We couldn’t see June and Max.

The woman's restrained smile and the rabbit's scarlet, bloodshot eyes alternated before Brent's eyes. When he came back to his senses he was in the basement, with a dying rabbit under him. The poor rabbit's carotid artery had been severed when he had made an unsteady cut, and a plume of blood had spilled everywhere. Instead of smelling blood, Brent's nose was filled with the smell of rainwater and the citrusy scent of the face wash the woman had just used.

“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.”

But in the photos, the person who barreled into me and caused my miscarriage wasn't a stranger. It was Nathan. Even with the cap and mask, I knew. The hospital scene flashed back. Me, pleading for him to come. Him, lying through his teeth about being out of town. "And he wasn't alone," Mr. Whedon said, yanking me from my thoughts. I took another photo from Mr. Whedon. This one showed a car parked outside the market. Someone was in the driver's seat, waiting. "We had to enhance it to confirm," he said.

The wet grass brushed my ankles, sending a cool, wet sensation. "Oh my." I nearly collided with Zerikyu's back. The man always stopped abruptly. But this time, his mouth was silent. I tilted my head to find a black rabbit sprawled out, its fur matted, its body frozen from the bite of something much larger. There was no blood to be seen, only traces of a violent struggle on the ground. "AH." My pupils absorbed the rabbit carcass, entering my subconscious. Suddenly, the world around me shrank. I don't know what happened, but my bones ached. It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing my nerves, twisting them into a single, vibrating thread.

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

We have spoken before of "unexpected" and "unexplained" love stories. And we have more this time at the Supernatural Spa. This time, I will be asking my friend, Mab the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. She'll be sharing two cases that involved her personal friends back in the University that she loves so dear... ++++++++++ Partner No.1: The Only One

He’d only ever wanted to do his best for the Blood Moon pack. Mint that had been strung in vials from tree to tree now lay upon the grass, the shattered remains of the glass cracking beneath his boots. Rabbits – a sign of family, of protection – scurried into patches of undergrowth, freed from their enchantments when their magical cages had been broken. Their wide, innocent eyes mocked and haunted him. Bunting in the colour of bloodstone had been ripped to shreds by unforgiving claws.