The Bunny Graveyard Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

“Stay close. We can’t afford to be separated.” We pressed on, careful with every step. Then, the air around us shifted. A cold gust of wind blew through the trees, carrying a strange scent, something old, something rotten. Zane stiffened. “Do you smell that?” I swallowed hard. “Yeah. Death.” As we stepped forward, the ground beneath us changed. The lush forest floor gave way to something unnatural, a graveyard. But this wasn’t just any graveyard. Broken weapons lay scattered among the graves, burnt stakes sticking out of the earth like forgotten warnings.

“I’ll love you forever. And I’ll carry you everywhere I go. May when you open your eyes again, Moon Goddess gives me the opportunity to be your daughter again in the next life.” I reached into my side bag and pulled out her favorite toy—BunBun, the floppy-eared rabbit with a sewn-up leg and missing button eye. I placed it on the grave, beside the flowers. It looked small there, and odd against the soil, but not out of place.

Poppy looked at me from beneath her long bangs, already falling too far into her eyes, her plump cheek squishing Bunny until the poor rabbit looked like a hostage. “Walk where?” she asked. “I don’t know. Grown-ups sometimes need to walk so their heads don’t explode.” She considered that seriously. “If Daddy’s head explodes, can I see?” “No.” “Why?” “Because it’s traumatic and extremely unhygienic.” She nodded slowly. “Okay. But when he comes back, tell him I still love him even though he’s dramatic.” Then she yawned, hugged Bunny, and went to sleep like someone who had just completed international negotiations.

CHAPTER 12 [The rabbit had the chance to escape and hop away, but she stay beyond and so at lost without anything that could save it from] WARNING: [This chapter may contain scenes, which aren’t suitable for an audience below 18. If it isn’t your forte, you can stop reading or skip this part. Thank you :) ]

“What happened then?” “Then,” I said. Lying down next to him. Next to Ivy’s crib. Next to Isla’s crib. “Then monsters came back. But we beat them. And we came home. And now it’s Day 7. And we’re writing Chapter 58.” “Is Chapter 58 good,” Alex asked. Yawning. “Chapter 58 is first steps,” Adrian said. “And school buses. And dogs. And donuts. And coming home. So yeah, buddy. Chapter 58 is good.”

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

He anticipated this move and awaited his opponent's next move with eagerness. Therefore, he didn't rush, instead maintaining a steady pace as he trailed the figure. It darted swiftly, leading Adrian to a sprawling graveyard. Adrian halted, surveying the scene. It was an ancient, abandoned cemetery, its graves appearing to have stood for centuries. The figure now stood amid the graves, emitting a sinister laugh. "Kid, do you realize the gravest mistake of your life? It's following me here!" he taunted Adrian, his voice laced with mockery.

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

The grunts of the awoken zombies rang around the graveyard followed by several bony and rotten hands protruding from the ground to see what was happening in the surface. Matilda clutched Apollo Sky’s shirt as her eyes remained trained to the cloud of dust surrounding the place where they were standing and sitting a fraction of a minute ago. “What is happening?” Matilda asked in a whisper. But Apollo Sky did not answer. Matilda had to look up at him only to find his frowning face – making her heart pound.

" I stood outside the infirmary for a long time afterward. It was just around the time the nearby Werewolf Academy let out. The street came alive. The sounds drifted into my ears, close enough to hear but distant enough to feel like another world. My phone buzzed, and a photo came through from an unknown number. It was the same one I had shredded, but it had not been awkwardly taped back together. Without hesitation, I deleted it and blocked the number. Two little girls walked past, holding hands. Giggling, they made plans to celebrate with their favorite cherry cake after they finished their mission. I watched them walk away, farther and farther, until they disappeared completely. I drove t