Supernatural Rabbit Foot 소설 & 이야기

Peggy swallowed hard, a chill running down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold… Heather suddenly stopped hard, nearly sending them all over her head. “Heather, what the hell?!” Archer shouted. Heather was growling. Peggy glanced around before she saw it too. The body and ears belonged to a rabbit. The face had things, black horns, and long tentacles that scraped along the ground. It looked at them all with its dark brown eyes. “It’s not afraid,” Heather hissed in their minds. “I don’t care, go around it!” Archer shouted. The rabbit didn’t move as his voice echoed around the snow.

At times when she was emotional, the magic would spill by itself, but normally she needed to focus for it. Opening her eyes, she watched her hands glint with a soft white light and directed it at the rabbit. Slowly, the bleeding stopped. The organs began mending themselves. After half a teacup of time, the trembling stopped too, and the rabbit raised its head curiously. Seeing her hands touching it, it wiggled, first weakly, then vehemently, until it was seated. It didn't run away. Instead, it peacefully licked her hands. The wound on its stomach was closed and only blood remained. "So?", she said icily, her fury enabling her to meet his gaze without fear.

“Good. Luke, you can continue.” “Yes, alpha,” he nodded in my direction, before turning back to Nathaniel. “The original Serene not only created werewolves, but is the mother of The First Ones, the first vampires. Our Serene, Ophelia, has the same abilities that the original had, but has more than enough power to do the opposite. Really, she is a descendant of the original, but so much more.”

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'

We walked straight over to Doran. “Doran, tell me more about what’s happened.” “It started a few hours ago, three of our warriors began feeling tingling in their hands. Then without warning, white sparks appeared. It’s started happening to me too. We wondered if it had anything to do with Thea now being part of the pack?” Thea looked at me. “Atlas, the tingling sounds right.” I looked around the pack members, surely this was impossible? I saw Thea’s father Robert some paces away.

And won. I felt a strange itch, high up on my leg. I put my hand in my pocket, and scratched. That was when I felt the rabbit's foot - the red rabbit's foot, the magical item I had brought home from the dragon's treasure. It was smooth, and oddly warm to the touch - probably from my body heat. It was comforting, though, to roll it between my fingers.

Making the helpless rabbit immediately become her dinner right then and there. Mira looked like a devil with blood flowing from her mouth to her throat. Messy gray white hair were all over her face. Her black, burnt fingers gripped the rabbit tightly and her sharp teeth tore its flesh. She learned this trick when she was meditating in the sacred temple. She would hunt with a little help of magic. She hunt with a little help of magic. She didn’t move an inch and would back to her meditation after she finished drinking the blood of her prey.

Twenty-minutes had passed, and as Frost was walking, she spotted a silver-ranked black rabbit beast cutely nibbling on a carrot. 'Looks like God is favoring me today. I haven't eaten a rabbit in a long time. And I'm craving of it.' Frost mentally stated. This rabbit beast was bound to be her food today. In a very careful manner, Frost soundlessly walked. She grabbed her dagger, and leaped out. In a matter of seconds, Frost was already grabbing the rabbit beast's fat body and unflinchingly slid her dagger on its neck. The rabbit beast spasms for a moment before it finally stills, indicating that it's dead.

Was the Earthstalker a creature of myth, a ghost story whispered by the wind? Just as despair began to creep in, a twig snapped in the distance. Gandal's heart hammered against his ribs as a blur of brown fur shot through the undergrowth. The Earthstalker, a magnificent creature with the body of a rabbit and the head of a cat, emerged onto the bank, its amber eyes glowing with an eerie intelligence.

It felt so surreal seeing it in person. Alpha Holden of Crimson pack, son of Luna Soyra... "Your mother would be proud," I breathed in heavily as I reminisced about my own family, all lacking proper burial sites. Suddenly, there was a small rustle from the bushes that caught my attention. It was a small white rabbit, curiously venturing closer to us. The rabbit's black eyes were tracking the floor, while its whiskers flickered in the air. Damian curiously raised his eyebrows and looked to me. "What's it doing?"