The Bunny Graveyard Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

Not fake or forced. “For every one of your monsters I hunt, I’ll celebrate your vengeance,” I’d promised, kneeling beside Camilla’s empty grave. “The same way we did those nights: Sitting around a Pyre, with bottles of beer, in our underwear. I’ll have no joy until you’re avenged.” Shit! I laughed harder than I did in five years. I want to drown and die! Bunny pads his way up. He gasps, eyes bloodshot, hair glued to his face.

They turned a solid, dead Gray—the color of a terminal that had been disconnected from the network permanently. And from the darkness of the elevator shaft, the sound of forty-one empty clone tanks beginning to fill with real-world river water echoed through the concrete walls. The baby in my arms let out a low, mechanical laugh, her tiny fingers tightening around the silver fountain pen as the countdown for the next Chapter began in the dark.

"Get your gun. We’re going to the graveyard." "You're using yourself as bait?" Kai rasped, a grim respect flickering in his eyes. "I'm not bait, Kai," I said, the "shimmer" in my vision solidifying into a clear, golden path through the trees. "I'm the fuse." As we began the descent toward the valley, the first tremors began. It wasn't an earthquake. It was the sound of the vault beneath the cemetery beginning to groan, its ancient, hungry magic sensing the approach of the blood it had been denied for fifteen years.

The specific small movement that she had been cataloguing for the full length of the story — the almost-expression that had preceded the full smile by so many chapters that she had learned to read it as a complete thing in its own right. She looked back at the road. The facility was two hours away. At the facility: a six-year-old managing things with a frog. And the beginning of a conversation that had just been started and had all the time it needed.

We walked a little further until I heard it, soft slow sounds and I saw some lights my steps slowed as I turned to him “What is that? Knox didn’t answer as usual he just kept on walking. We stepped into a small clearing and I saw them. Bunnies, they were small and fluffy and hopping around without a single care in the world. Soft music was playing and there were lights all around the clearing i blinked and turned slowly to Knox. “bunnies?” He crossed his arms. “Yes.” I stared at him. “You brought me here for bunnies?” “B is for bunnies.” I couldn’t help it and I burst into laughter “You’re serious?” “Yes.” “This is your big idea?” “You said something fun.” “I did not expect this kind of fun.

The moment her skin made contact with his, the playground vanished. For a heartbeat, they were back in the North, standing in a courtyard of white-glass and blood-red lilies. And from the sky, a voice boomed—the voice of the "Author" logging back in. "Volume Two, Chapter Three: The School for Victims."

Like we were under a thousand invisible eyes. “There’s something wrong here,” Sophia murmured once. Eden just nodded. “We’re being observed. But not followed.” That didn’t make me feel better. We reached the graveyard just as the violet moon broke through the mist. It was massive. It stretched in every direction. There were dark tombstones with glowing runes, crumbling statues of old wolf-headed warriors. I saw bones bleached white by time and scattered across the earth like the Dead had been clawing their way out. The place reeked of sacredness.

As if it could understand me, its tiny body began trembling in my hands. I cackled. "You know bunny you remind me of a certain witch I have a bone to pick with. Such terrible fate to land yourself here, especially looking so lovely, like her." I whispered. "Such terrible fate." I whispered again and started chanting. The bunny tried wrestling itself out of my hands but to no such luck, not when its beautiful coat started to fall out leaving it without its beauty.

The next few days were ordinary, but for someone like me, with too much on her plate is exhausting. Throughout each of my classes, I was in a daze, lunch I hardly ate, and in my gardening club, I thought I was cutting the ends of each flower. Still, it turns out I was Morticia from The Addams Family cutting off the flower and eating the petals without realizing it. It was terrifying to the club members that they thought someone had died in my family.