Unscramble Rabbits Novels & Stories

I clear my throat and shift uneasily on my feet. The Herald sets the rabbit onto the ground, and it jumps through the glass of a mirror, disappearing into the forest that lies beyond. A chill slides down my spine. The mirrors shimmer, showing flashes of motion. Small white shapes darting through shadows that move like they have teeth. No one laughs again. Elyra murmurs something under her breath, fingers tracing sigils in the air. Beside me, Kael watches the mirrors with an unreadable expression. “Why eleven rabbits for twelve hunters?” I ask before I can stop myself.

Reagan pleaded, rubbing her back. The rabbit cackled and babbled in animal language making Reagan laugh. "Can you hear what it said?" Reagan asked with a smile. 'it's she' the rabbit corrected. Aurelia immediately shook her head. "She said she didn't know that it was a little baby that captured her. How embarrassing it is for a fully grown rabbit like her to be caught by a sniveling little girl. She said you look pathetic. She was quite taken aback when she saw you crying" Reagan concluded.

It was healthy, lively, and cute. But one day, the rabbit suddenly fell ill. The sick rabbit refused to eat, refused to exercise, barely drank water, and lay sickly all day, unable to lift its spirits. Its ears drooped and it lost interest in everything. Caesar sought many pet doctors, but none of them were able to cure its illness. Then one day, the rabbit perked up again. It was eating happily like before, taking big bites of food, licking Caesar's fingers, rubbing against him, hopping and skipping around.

It was a big rabbit. I froze and my breathing was suddenly cut out. My breath slammed into my throat as I tried to swallow the scream that had crawled up my throat. I felt the rabbit’s small tongue dart out to lick my fingers then it rushed away. I released the breath I’ve been holding, nearly collapsing in relief. I quickly continued moving. Not daring to stop for fear that another deadly creature will crawl up my arm. The tunnel was too tight so plenty of movement could not be made in it.

“He can’t do anything while he’s trapped in there.” “Which does appear to be part of the problem,” Arnold says, looking at Isaac and Regan and Jasper with concern furrowing his brow. “Hey,” Layla says, poking the rabbit with one of her fingers. “Release them from your hold.” The rabbit just glares at her, its nose twitching with rage. Layla pulls a small crystal from her pocket and uses it to poke through the bars, touching the Moon Rabbit’s fur with it. He tries to hop away from it, but the cage is too small. Layla holds the crystal to him.

She is safe. But on the dresser, a new rabbit. White. Pure white. Tied with a black ribbon, precisely, almost elegantly. It sits among Eleanor's things, a mockery of innocence, a reminder that nowhere is safe. It is smaller than the first rabbit, more delicate, as if chosen with care. I pick it up. The fur is soft. Too soft. A note is attached, folded once, the edges sharp. I unfold it. The handwriting is different from Margaret's. Different from Patricia's. Sharp. Precise. Cold.

The rabbit didn’t move as his voice echoed around the snow. “No, no, it should be scared,” Mikael said, “It’s a rabbit…” “It has horns…” Peggy whispered. “It’s an illness they can get, the horns and tentacles will go… But that illness doesn’t change its behaviour,” Mikael said. “So?” Peggy said. “Rabbits don’t know the difference between wolves and werewolves. It’s looking at us, predators, and not showing fear,” Mikael said. “So… Something is really wrong…” Peggy said.

My favorite fairy-tale was about a rabbit and a snake: Flashbacks: “Which story should I tell you this time?” my mom asked me. I shrugged. “Let me tell you a story about a snake and a rabbit!” she proposed. I nodded and smiled. “Let’s start! As you know snake is one of the most ghastly and repugnant animals alive. They kill their preys, without shuddering. The only thing they need is a benefit and their well-being. Translating it to the human’s nature, it means egocentric, sleazy and prideful. The rabbit is one of the cutest and the nicest animals alive. We can say they are completely different. Once, they met each other. Of course, snake wanted to devour a rabbit. The last one was petrified

The rabbit also stared at me with a shocked expression. “Who are you? I know you’re not human...” The little rabbit suddenly talked, which surprised me a little bit. My lips curled up in amusement. “Hi, I’m Luna. May I know your name?” I asked, and the rabbit squirmed with excitement. “You can understand me?! Can you understand me?!” the rabbit questioned repeatedly. Her voice was full of excitement. She seems to have been confined here for a long time. “Yes, I can understand you.” She was ecstatic and jumped happily.

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