Tokyo Ghoul Rabbit Novels & Stories

The tabby’s eyes glinted with dry amusement. “You mean the hunt for the dragon prince’s—” began a scruffy grey cockatoo perched above, but the cat shot it a glare. “Yeah, yeah, you get the point. No need spellin’ it out, feather-brains. Use yer head, will ya?” A hoarse, wheezy laugh erupted from a balding rabbit still stuck in its cage. Its mangy brown fur stood in strange patches, as though bitten off by disease, or worse.

There was a high-pitched scream from the bushes that Talen had disappeared into, the sound eerily like a human’s, and the volume of it sending the parrots in the trees to flight, squawking in protest. “Here we are,” Talen announced carrying a struggling rabbit in each hand. He sank gracefully down into the grass at her side and offered her one. “Be careful. They’re wily.” The rabbit struggled in her hold as if knowing its fate, and so she sank her teeth into it quickly, feeling it go limp in her hold as she drained it. Talen held the second on his lap, stroking his fingers through its fur. It seemed frozen in fear, the whites of its eyes showing and its breath panted. When Aislen set the cor

“It was walking funny and its leg is broken.” Eician reached out to gently stroke his fingers along the soft brown fur of the rabbit. It was tiny, even for a rabbit, and barely filled the lanky teen’s arms. Skye walked up beside them after delegating the tea pouring duties to Dahlia, his hand taking on the familiar silver glow of the Healing Sight. Eician followed suit although he didn’t have the same ability that Skye had. For him, the view of the rabbit’s body was blurry and hard to make sense of, but the damaged leg was easy to spot once he focused.

Now their picnic carpet is full of various kinds of food, fruit and two types of drinks. “If you want to see those chatty Bubbles we can look for Babula flowers. If you consume it, you can become aware of the mystical creatures around you." Rio explained to Debby, trying to cheer up his little rabbit who still looked sad because she couldn't see Bubble's true appearance. Debby nodded and smiled. She likes this Rio, very caring and didn't look like he's busy with his own mind. Then Debby shook her head. Debby realized that he was kind to everyone. And of course Rio treat her well, she is best friend with their Luna, right? She should not misunderstand this Lycan.

She stood up and followed them. Leanunya followed the tracks silently drawing a dagger out from its sheath. She followed the tracks and soon spotted the rabbit underneath a bush nibbling on some grass. It had brown grey fur and hadn’t noticed Leanunya. She watched a moment before throwing her dagger with perfect accuracy straight into the rabbit's heart. It didn’t even have time to flinch as it froze up dead.

“Can we eat this?” She made a face that could have been disapproval, or just annoyance that we were taking up so much of her time. To be honest, with its long snout and pink tail, the rabbit looked more like a large, long-eared rat. It’s not surprising there’d be a similarity, since rabbits are rodents, but still, not the most appetising thought. “If you want. You have to gut and clean it first.” “And how do we do that?”

Without a word, he pried the vial away from me, tipped a single drop of its contents onto his finger, and forced it into the rabbit's mouth, holding its jaws shut against its thrashing. The air was thick with an unspeakable weight and clamminess as we watched, the healer's breath hitching beside me. The rabbit went rigid; its blue fur now displayed an unnatural hue that sickened me as it gradually spread, like ink. One twitch; nothing more—the chest stopped heaving, eyes dulled, and the little crustacean kept dying, in front of our eyes, as it shrank—fur turned to powder, and bones drew inward like charred paper.

The forest makes her uneasy. Kael is somewhere behind me. I can sense him more than hear him, his presence a warm current against the cold. I don’t look back. If I do, I’ll lose focus. The prints stop at the edge of a small pool. The water reflects nothing. Not trees. Not me. Just the moon hanging too close to the horizon, like it is tempting me to touch it. A ripple disturbs the surface. Then another. The rabbit emerges from the shadowed reeds. It's white fur, faintly glowing blue, and eyes like rubies. It freezes when it sees me.

I touched it gingerly, a shiver running through me. The sound of a soft thump followed by a rustle of movement drew my attention. I turned to see Lina, Felix’s pet rabbit, hopping into the bathroom, her nose twitching curiously. She was a stunning thing, snow-white fur, ears tipped with the faintest hint of gray, eyes like polished black glass. “Hey, sweet girl,” I murmured, crouching down to scratch behind her ears. She leaned into the touch, her whiskers quivering.

But as I reach for the handle of the sliding glass door, my eyes meet with the rabbit’s. This isn’t a fluffy little prey animal, lucklessly caught by a hawk. It’s Coello. I’d know his eyes anywhere. Cold, cruel, and calculating. He holds my gaze, his little rabbit mouth curling up into a sneer. He rolls over, kicking with his two hind legs. The hawk goes flying, its feathered body slamming into the balcony railing with a hard thud. Then it falls limply to the deck. The Moon Rabbit was only toying with that poor hawk, making it fly him up here so he could get to me. That hawk thought he was just getting a tasty snack, but he was never going to survive as soon as Coello saw some use in him.