The Bunny Graveyard Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

She told him and leave everyone. As she was ambling near the gate, she saw the talking white rabbit. "Wants some tea?" He invited her again. "Sure!" She said and followed him. The End I hope you enjoyed reading my little surprise. It's a bonus chapter. Anyway, Merry Christmas to all and the Goodnovel family! Have a fabulous New year too. Sincerely yours, Kate Granada

I didn't stop walking. The Gillan estate was only a few hundred yards from the Quirrels' since they were located within the same neighborhood. As soon as we reached the villa's entrance, a young man rushed out, and his face alight with exhilaration. "Aunt Susan, come quick. Charlie's woken up. He's awake." Her eyes widened in disbelief, and tears instantly welled up. She stumbled toward the house, muttering, "Awake? Charlie's awake? Is it true?"

Chapter twenty Lucia's pov After I had searched my room some more, I decided to go down the stairs to do more searching for my bunny. My heart was doing acrobatics in my ribcage and for once I didn't even mind it. My precious bunny was gone. The towel bed I made for it was destroyed, the water basin turned over and I was just so angry with myself right now. “I can't believe I was so careless.”

"You won't need to go to school anymore. You can just stay home and be your sister's maid. Take good care of her." "Okay." I nodded obediently, playing along. As we talked, Luna started selecting the first batch of bunny girls for tonight. She glanced at the fading red hives still covering my skin and looked away in disgust. She pointed at Drew and a few other girls. "You girls, come with me." Before leaving, Drew turned back and shot me a smug look. "Be a good little sister and wait for the good news." My chest tightened. Poor Drew had no idea what she was walking into.

“Shopia, what are you doing?” The little girl raised her face and smiled sweetly while raising her rabbit doll. “I'm playing with Bunny, Grandpa. Bunny is having a picnic in the garden.” Adam smiled slightly. "A picnic, huh? Does Bunny like tea or milk?” Shopia seemed to think for a moment, then answered firmly, "Milk! Bunny likes chocolate milk.” Adam nodded while adjusting his position on the wooden bench. The afternoon breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of moist soil and fragrant roses growing around the garden. He saw the green grass stretching out wide, with a few small birds hopping between the bushes. The atmosphere felt so peaceful.

The cemetery attendant was already familiar with Luna's movement. Luna stood at the edge of her mother’s grave, the wind carrying the scent of earth and wildflowers as it brushed against her skin. The day had begun to fade into dusk, and the cemetery had a quiet stillness, broken only by the rustling leaves and the distant chirps of birds. Unfortunately, her chirpiness had been dampened by the atmosphere of the grave yard. It was a stark reminder of the current wreckage that was her life.

Hazel wandered into the garden, where her newfound rabbit friend eagerly awaited its morning treat. She offered a handful of vegetables, particularly favoring the carrots. Wyatt's voice, unexpectedly close, made her turn. He held two coffee mugs in his hands. "So you two have become friends," he remarked, kneeling beside her. Hazel cradled the bunny in her hands, rubbing its nose affectionately. Wyatt issued a playful warning, "Be careful; it might just bite your nose."

Wait—what? Another bouquet? Same flowers. Fresh. Same type. Same smell. Same damn cut stems. The kind only she used to love. No one else knew. Only a few people even knew where this grave was. I made sure of that. I bent lower. My eyes scanned the grass. Something glinted between the stems. I reached for it. A toy. A tiny stuffed rabbit. Dirty. Ragged. Like it had been dragged through hell and back. There was a stain on its ear, red. Or maybe brown.”

She looks down at the name tag, blushing even more fiercely. Chapter 1.21 Barking Spiders, Xoxo Nyx

My wolf, Luna, severed our connection hours ago—her suffering even more excruciating than mine. The only cure that could save us was just taken next door. My breathing grows shallow, each inhale more difficult than the last. My extremities have gone cold. Eventually, I lose even the strength to blink, and my heart stutters to a stop. The last sound I register is cheering from the adjacent room. Vivian has recovered from the wolfsbane poisoning—at the cost of my life. I refuse this ending. Something—perhaps the Moon Goddess herself—tears my spirit from my body. I become a ghost, unseen by the living, able to move through solid objects.