Supernatural Rabbit Foot Novels & Stories

Sean knocked at the door only to get electrocuted. “Fuck,” he hissed, caught between shock and the lingering jolt of the current. The door opened a moment later. He frowned, finding no one on the other side. “Who are you?” a cartoonish voice rang in his ear, but there was no one. He exchanged a confused glance with Martin. “Down,” the voice said. Sean glanced down and stared in surprise. A tiny rabbit stood there, paws on hips, shooting him the fiercest glare a bunny could muster.

"Mom gave me a pouch of spices yesterday and told me to let it burn as I slept." Rebecca's expression shifted at this, then she broke into a wide grin. "Everly, those spices are the good stuff. You must do as Mom says, okay?" I felt the hair on my arms rise at the sight of her odd, cryptic grin. There were plenty of rabbit-women in our settlement, but not many of them could grow bloodstones. Word had it that most of the bloodstones were swallowed up by the rabbit-women themselves on the day they were delivered.

And when he looked up, our gazes locked; my lips parted. “Oh my Goddess!” I actually said it out loud, yet it had a different meaning this time. I instantly recognized that it was Luke! Lucy’s boyfriend. I had been ogling my best friend’s boyfriend! Both our faces reddened in recognition. And just like that, Luke quickly shifted. He was a huge wolf with gray, black, and brown fur on top and white fur on his bottom half. I was stunned and beyond embarrassed. Before I had a chance to look away in shame, he glanced at me for a moment, then used his mouth to pick up his shorts from the ground and broke into a run, heading back through the woods from where I had come.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Now I debated whether to move it before Sylvan discovered it or risk his wrath if he found out. The rabbit shifted slightly, its tiny paws scraping against the hardwood floor. The sound was barely perceptible to human ears, but for werewolves with enhanced hearing, it might as well have been a drumbeat. Sylvan paused mid-bite, his ice-blue eyes narrowing. "Did Martha add a new dish tonight? Perhaps something made of prey?" His sarcasm wasn't lost on me. I kept my expression neutral while inwardly cursing the rabbit's poor timing. Before I could formulate an answer, the rabbit hopped out from under the table and onto the dining room floor in plain sight. Its injured hind leg was wrapped in he

It was like being centre stage—a feeling she'd never appreciated much. "Erm, my victim is Catriona Sykes." Jess bent to throw a brush into the centre. It still had puffs of Cat's blonde hair attached, which could only be a positive if what she understood about magic was accurate. "Brush complete with hair." Damien smiled his approval. "Nicely done." He stood, did a theatrical spin, and threw a sock into the mix. "My victim is Annabelle Ross." Kiaan frowned, looking down at the dirty off-pink sock. "Where did you get one of her socks?"

Lucifer “I’m sorry, Gabriel, but I don’t remember much about my sisters. Even in my visions, their faces were obscured by shadows. I don’t even know their human names. I just referred to them by their horsemen names. All I can tell you is that they were close to my age. The other had brown hair and oddly shaded eyes, and the other had red hair. The only thing they had in common is that they all seemed to be frightened of someone who wanted to hurt them. I don’t remember anything else. I’m sorry,” Michael sits forward in his seat and places his elbows on his knees thoughtfully. “We understand, chérie.” Rafael looks intently into the fireplace and frowns, “Perhaps we can speak to a witch. Ther

I turned my gaze from the dead to him and watched as he was flung to the other side of the meadow like a toy. “No!” I shrieked and raced to him. I hadn’t gone so far when a cold, hard hand grabbed my leg from behind, and I fell to the ground. I whipped my head to see what was holding me, and I saw a hand resembling the one that the monster that was fighting Raphael had. And it was sticking out of the belly of the rabbit?! My breath ceased as another hand stuck out of the belly. And then a head, a torso, and legs. Right before my eyes, another of the monster that was fighting against Raphael, twice its size, had come out of a rabbit not larger than my shoe.

The warmth poured into the rabbit’s side, and I felt the strangest thing, the wound knitting closed beneath my fingers, the blood seeming to pull back into the body instead of spilling out. My eyes snapped open. The cut was gone, smooth fur covered what had been torn flesh. The rabbit twitched once, then went moved peaceful, no longer in pain. I sagged forward, trembling, nearly collapsing against the cage. My hands glowed green for one more second before dimming out. The witch crouched beside me, her face unreadable. Then she nodded. “Good, You see? It listens when you command it.” I was shaking too hard to answer.

Their eyes began shining, and their small bodies began shaking… The symbols of the stone plate reached the rabbits the moment they absorbed the mana of the big rat mana stones The runic symbols, like chains, circled them and tied up around their bodies… Like tattoos, carved on their skin, circulating the absorbed mana and using it to apply the [Beast Enchantment] That night…I saw something that I haven’t seen since I was in the abyss… Thorn flesh…fractured bones…spilled blood…in regenerating and breaking over and over again in an unending cycle of torment and agony… Just like how the abyss implanted the ability to generate mana and to use skills before bringing me to life… I pitied the poor