The Bunny Graveyard Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

Too soft. Tristan stepped on something. It cracked. A child’s skull. They both stopped. “We’re standing on a graveyard,” he whispered. Yvette looked up. And saw them. Dozens of children. Ghostly figures among the branches. Watching. Silent. Eyes hollow. All of them with eyes like hers. One of them reached forward. And pointed. At Cara. Then… at Yvette. Then whispered, “She broke the circle. Now it must begin again.” --- That night, as they sat beside a dying fire, Yvette opened the last letter she’d found tucked inside her grandmother’s book.

I didn't know we'd be attending brunch in the Rose garden, or that I'd be visiting a ghost. During another round of pleasantries to Tina, the waitors served eggs Benedict and light wine. I could hear the harmonizes of a harp somewhere in the garden. Leading to a beautiful song for the butterflies that flew around us to flutter to. It all had such a calming effect I had almost forgotten the anxiety of my brother's visit. I suppose that was his intention in bringing us here. "What rebirth name have you been given?" father said sipping his wine. "My name is Brandon."

It was like she knew what was going to happen to her. The banging on the door continued and Kyra can’t seem to get it out of her head. She suddenly had an adrenaline effect where her breathing became rapid and she blinked slowly. She felt everything around her start to slow down and she looked down at her hand where she saw the necklace slip up on its own and grip her wrist, moving and tightening itself. It wrapped itself around her wrist and she looked baffled at it. She had not seen a thing like that before. she tried to shake it off but she noticed she couldn’t move and she started to feel that Bathilda had deceived her. The more she tried to stop what was happening, the more the necklace

The ballon bunny stopped its attack and look around upang hanipin kung sino ang bumato dito and its eye landed on my direction. The color on my face faded as its red eyes stared at me. I successfully courted death. It puffed its cheek and about to launch its attack. I can’t move, my body started shaking and I feel petrified. I suddenly wanted to cry out loud. Nicee…. I’ll die the same way I did last time. Cause of death: Ultra bravery. I see the light steaming from the sun, above the bunny’s head. The bunny spit out acid balls.

"I think I might have had a full heart then." "Perhaps, dear one. Perhaps." Agent's words were growing softer as he neared the end of his story and the end of the game for Nickel. "And so many Bunnies came across the bridge before it sank into the ocean during the Age of Storms. And they mated with toms, bearing many kits. Their no-fur kits were Bunnies who could change shape if they wanted. But over the generations, the Bunnies forgot who they were. They forgot about their gift from the Father of Hares. But when the time comes and everyone gets their fur back, the Bunnies will be revealed."

The white paper on the bed called out to me as I reached for it, squinting when I saw the words on it. Written on it were just two sentences. “YOUR BUNNY IS WITH ME. RETURN TO LYXANT IF YOU WANT HER ALIVE" I read the message and re-read it before I passed it to Fred, so he could check if I saw those words. “What fool took our Bunny?” I wondered aloud as I folded my arms, looking around the empty room. It was neater than the ones we passed, something that calmed my beast for a moment. “They are in LYXANT?” Fred sneered as he balled the paper and threw it on the floor. He stumped on it, acting as if the paper was the werewolf with our mate, and he was taking his revenge on it.

If the girls had shifted too, they would have heard the agonising wails of the young girl. She remained on the ground, shuddering, weeping, and screaming with agony. The girls finally left their campsite with the decision to drop the remains of the animal on Sapphire's bed. Eventually, they encountered the girl wailing on the ground. They were surprised at first but soon realised that she had found out her bunny had been roasted. The blonde kid with brown eyes smirked while her sister and friends sniggered.

Vincent’s ears twitched as he strained for any hint of a whisper or a scream—anything at all. "Camela!" His roar erupted from deep within him, echoing strangely without any actual sound. His lips moved, his throat burned with effort, but the grave swallowed every trace of sound. He pressed his claws against his ears in frustration and snarled, “What kind of trick is this?” The tombstone glowed brighter, and the name Vincent Fox throbbed like a heartbeat. Slowly, faint letters began to carve themselves beneath it: “Buried but not broken. Dead but not gone.”

assistant"> Chapter 11 — The Empty Garden Elena’s scream tore through Blackwood House. “Leo!” She ran up the staircase, Adrian behind her, Mrs Hale sobbing somewhere below. The nursery door was open. The little boat-shaped bed was empty. And Bunny lay on the floor. Elena froze. Leo never left Bunny behind. Not for breakfast. Not for bath time. Not even when he was angry. She dropped to her knees and grabbed the stuffed rabbit with shaking hands. “No. No, he wouldn’t leave this.”

My body rolls right into its next high as I move with him drawing out the hazy euphoria that has me forgetting my name but screaming out his. The crunching sound beneath my feet has bile burning the back of my throat that I push down. A large bone is snapped under my foot. The remains of a wolf from Justin's pack that was left to rot rather than deemed a proper ceremony. Just like the countless others that my entourage steps upon. A hand lands on my lower back encouraging me to continue even when the air is thick with death. Surely no one would be stupid enough to reside here and I doubt Justin would return. Leave no stone unturned. Any leads we can find regarding what we are up against can