The Bunny Graveyard Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

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.

Locked there—two broken pieces of the same ruined family. And then, before I could say anything else, Evelyne turned on her heel and disappeared down the hall. Leaving me standing there. Alone. Again. ---- The graveyard is suffocating in its stillness. The air is thick with the scent of decay, the chill creeping under my skin as I push the gates open. The rusted metal groans in protest, but I hardly notice, too lost in my own thoughts. Each step deeper into the graveyard feels like I’m being drawn into the past—into something that doesn’t belong to me, something that never should’ve been.

They were monsters, created to plant nightmares in people's heads and this sight would cause Maddox again one or two sleepless nights, because before someone had put a bullet in this Iuba, he had ripped the blond woman's throat out . Maddox gritted his teeth and jumped over them outside into the garden and into a bloody hell. There were screams, wails, and sounds of pain. The Iubas growl and bite filled the air. There were so many that at first glance he couldn't see them all, but what he saw were the two little, red-haired girls on the hedge in front of the fence. And also the big Iuba, who jumped straight at her.

The Residual Debt screamed as the violet ink in his eyes began to boil. "This house is condemned!" I shouted. I grabbed Cian and pulled him toward the center of the light. The ledgers turned to white ash, the "Void-Salt" dissolved into harmless steam, and the grey glass floor shattered, revealing the dark, comforting earth of the North. "Mama! The bunny's back!" Cian shouted, pointing at the shadows that were once again dancing playfully around his feet. We weren't in the Vance Estate anymore. We were falling through a tunnel of starlight, back toward the nursery where Kaelen was waiting.

Fortunately, I'd sneaked out enough times in the middle of the night to dig up potatoes to know my way in the dark. I passed by the mass grave again, and for the second time, I spotted that mysterious woman from the other night. She panicked at the lights in the distance. "No, I don't want to go back! I don't want to be a rabbit-woman! Help! Save me!" She frantically ran away, which succeeded in luring the lights toward me. But it was dark on the hill, and I'd run past the mass grave onto a path I'd never explored.

“No man will ever want a fat waste like you!” Betty’s mother's voice echoed. Betty Thompson had just one job, dress the bride, get paid, and go home. She didn’t expect to fall on her face and get humiliated for being plus sized. She didn't expect the bride to disappear before the vows. And she definitely didn't expect Kelvin Kosh, the coldest, richest, most terrifying man in the city to grab her waist, kiss her in front of everyone, and say four words that changed her life forever. "She is my bride.” Kelvin needed a wife for a year to secure his company while his deteriorating health a secret. Now Betty was trapped in a loveless marriage and in-laws who looked at her like she

We would pretend instead that we trying to escape our reality by digging our way out of our troubles. After a certain age , we kind of stopped it. Instead we just buried it like every other adult would. We continue digging – it has been a while since we have spoken. We dig deeper and deeper , trying the dig the best hole we can. I can not help but sniffle a few times , as I mourn the murder of my bunny. After we dig a big enough grave for her , I sit back. I pay no attention to my clothes getting dirty by the earth soil – I pay no attention to the world around me. I feel my heart ache as I watch Andrew lowering the dead bunny in to it’s grave. I begin sobbing as I watch a small creature with

I'm sure the money we're going to get from your life insurance policy is going to be more than enough to buy formula for our baby! Darkness surged before my eyes. It felt as if the whole world collapsed in that instant. Just as the very last inch of my heart froze, Zachary's doting voice slipped in again, "I get you're happy, but be careful, alright? Don't upset the baby." The last thread holding me upright snapped. I had no strength left to move forward. My body collapsed limply into the snow. Just as my consciousness slipped into the darkness, an anxious voice burst out, "Zachary! Why hasn't Sophie come back yet?!"

The Moon Goddess watched over them, guiding their steps as they traversed treacherous terrain and braved unforgiving elements. Finally, they arrived at a forgotten graveyard nestled deep in the heart of a secluded valley. The tombstones stood weathered and worn, their inscriptions faded with time. Yet one grave, stood out amongst the rest, adorned with moonlit flowers that bloomed even in the darkest of nights. It was here, beneath the ancient oak tree, that Sable's father lay at eternal rest. As they approached the grave, a sense of both anticipation and apprehension filled the air. The weight of their quest was almost tangible, as if the very earth held its breath. Sable knelt by her fathe

"I think we need some more practice, don't you, my pet?" "Yes, Mistress Clara." ------------ ---------------- A week later . . . ------------ ---------------- Bunny was trying really hard not to laugh as they pulled into a Rent-A-Storage facility near Dublin, Georgia. For the entire trip, she had been picking up the brown paper sack next to Shamira's seat, showing it to her, and grinning like a madman. A peanut-butter sandwich, some applesauce, a now-empty blood pack, and a banana.