Unscramble Rabbits Novels & Stories

It wasn’t an immediate, overt attack, but a creeping unease, a subtle disruption of the established harmony. The first sign was the disappearance of several rabbits from the usual hunting grounds. Rabbits, the staple diet of the young, were vanishing without a trace. Initially dismissed as a natural fluctuation in the prey population, the disappearances became increasingly frequent and alarming. Then, the deer began to avoid the familiar watering holes, their usual grazing patterns disrupted. Even the birdsong seemed muted, the vibrant chorus replaced by an unsettling silence.

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.

He collapsed against the low parapet, his tactical vest scorched and torn. Below, the campus was a frenzied anthill. The monsters—the ‘Rabbits’—were no longer methodical hunters. They were rabid, sprinting in erratic packs, smashing through windows, tearing at the air itself. Their shrieks formed a constant, maddening choir.

It hopped playfully, unaware of the tumultuous emotions that ravaged my heart. In that moment, something primal within me stirred. Frustration, anger, and the need for release surged through my veins. The rabbit became an outlet, a conduit through which I could channel my turbulent emotions. I launched myself forward, swift and decisive, closing the distance between us in an instant.

"So, these wolves rushed straight into the mud pit and surrounded the rabbit, leaving no room for it to escape. It seems that the rabbit can't escape the fate of being dismembered. Everyone, is that so?" Even a fool could tell that although Samuel sounded like he was telling a story, he was actually mocking them. Wasn't Samuel that rabbit? Weren't they that pack of hungry wolves? "Could it be that rabbit can kill wolves instead?" Tian Yan said coldly. "How can a rabbit deal with a wolf? Let alone a pack, what can a rabbit do even if there is only a wolf? Should it use its two front teeth, or its big watery eyes?" Tian Hong snorted in annoyance.

"Okay, Grandma." "Good. Now sit down. You have to taste my special porridge." Summer's eyes sparkled. She quickly climbed onto her chair, peering into the bowl that Alice had placed in front of her. "Carrot porridge! Thank you, Grandma. I'll eat a lot of it. I also want to have sharp eyesight like a rabbit." Summer put her hands on her head, imitating rabbit ears. Seeing her cuteness, Edmund laughed faintly. "Rabbits' eyesight actually isn't that great, Summer. They do have sharp long-distance vision, but their close-up vision is not so good. Their only advantage lies in the position of their eyes. It allows them to see 360 degrees."

Older rabbit-women were segregated from the younger ones. While young rabbit-women were tasked with producing bloodstones, the older rabbit-women were in charge of producing the next generation of men and rabbit-women. The men also gave these older rabbit-women full prerogative over their younger counterparts. The rabbit-women whose wards had the best track records would be given full food rations. Those who did not would be sold off to the brothel so that older, weaker men with fetishes could have them. As for the young rabbit-women under their care, they would be sent to other households.

On the other hand, Lea feels sorry for him, the outcome of the end of this story seems to be very clear. A return letter came in a matter of days. This is the third letter from Matthew. The letter says, I will be waiting for your reply to the answer to my question in the previous letter. Big tree behind the school.. There's a squirrel's nest hole in that tree trunk. I was waiting for your reply in the glass bottle I had stored there. Your new friend Matthew

"Don't worry, your rabbit will be perfectly safe with us." And that was how Froseti got back to its old home. Only now it had a fancy silver bracelet hanging on its neck - one of Katherine's own bracelets as a collar had yet to be made. Proudly, Froseti showed it to the rabbit-ladies. The bracelet had a tiny glass heart hanging on it and every time a sun ray hit the rabbit's front, it sparkled in all colors of the rainbow. Although Froseti still looked at Katherine with sad eyes when she left, it didn't seem to be as dissatisfied as the last time. Maybe the beautiful white rabbit lady poking her nose in his long ear shyly was one of the reasons.

“Hands back. It will kick.” “I can.” “It will break its spine,” he said, low and firm. The sentence made me freeze. I pulled my hands back, shaking, and watched instead as Colton eased the wire with slow, careful movements, speaking under his breath, words I couldn’t hear, not English, or maybe English so low it became vibration. The rabbit went still for half a heartbeat, trembling. Colton cut the wire. The rabbit spasmed, freed, then bolted, three frantic hops into the brush before it collapsed behind a clump of leaves, breathing hard.