White Rabbit Villain Novels & Stories

It almost feel like the visitor puffed into thin air. He didn’t. Meph’s body stiffened, and it takes him a second to realize that’s his body reacting to “fear”— The visitor is a white rabbit. Or, he once was. The rabbit wears a white shirt under dark suits, two long, huge ears draping randomly. Above the neat bow tie is a rotten face. Two sets of needle like teeth sticking out of his sharp, pointy rabbit snout. At where his eyes used to be are two deep, dark black holes.

I hated it. Just as I was about to perhaps suck the life out of a tree, a fairly young rabbit hops away from a nearby bush, coming into my vision entirely. Its coat was white, pure white like snow falling from the sky and covering the lands. It was a nice rabbit, pretty if you can call it that and very rare to be seen around here. It reminded me of that stupid witch, Rue. How I regret not just killing her when I had the chance. I should have, that was my mistake.

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.

The announcer who had stepped away from her, tried to dissuade her but she kept her eyes on Ambrose. “The plaque of the First King stated that the White Wolf was the Inheritor of the King’s Seal. Are you the White Wolf?” He may not be the white wolf, but he was a brutal beast, moron! Laylin felt her own heart shiver just at the sight of the fuming beast. She shuddered, stepping several steps back as many else did. Princess Scarlet held out her hand and the stranger with strangely similar features and eyes as the Rakhbar Princess handed her a white wolf head glowing sculpture. It was the size of a real wolf’s head.

Nuala hunched her shoulders with fear "Stay back! I'm on your side" She put her arms out and palms forward. She realized this particular wolf looked familiar, till she remembered she had a vision of an ash wolf attacking her. The wolf immediately started running towards her as she shifted out of the way. Nuala's eyes widened and her brows lifted as she understood the wolf really wanted to hurt her.

When Ivy did turn around, what she saw made her blood run cold. Behind her was the most vicious white wolf she had ever seen. Seeing the claws marks on it's arm, Ivy could tell that it was Charlene. She had shifted into her wolf form and she was a white wolf! White wolves were rare and they were known to be very dangerous. Ivy was suddenly on guard. Perhaps she had underestimated Charlene Hayford, she thought.

Her eyes are opened widely with so many incision scars all over her face. “The white lady is a wandering spiring that hunts for human blood especially the one from pregnant woman, baby, and man. Like the hell, I”d fall for your simple trap.” Varz explained. “Then, why did you let yourself getting tempted by me while you knew that it was a trap?!” Seta exclaimed. “I just wondered whether you are a slut or not, and well, you are a pathetic slut!” Varz exclaimed. Seta is on a rampage that she screams aloud. Her scream emits a great shockwave coming in Varz” direction. Varz then summons his wind sword and strikes it causing a noisy noise that wakes Kartika and Herman.

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”

Annoyed, she pushed him away and shifted to the side, "W-Who is a little white rabbit? It's ridiculous. I think you're more like a big bad wolf!" Charles wasn't angered when she pushed him away. Instead, he turned around and smiled in joy. It seemed that his little white rabbit liked gentle, gradual love...

I asked, my grip tightening on his hair. ​"In the North," the rogue whispered, his eyes widening in genuine terror. "Beyond the Frozen River. In the Ghost Valley. A monster walks on two legs but kills like a wolf. It has fur as white as bone and eyes that burn like violet fire." ​My heart skipped a beat. ​Violet eyes. ​A memory flashed in my mind. Elara. Her eyes were violet. But she was human. She couldn't shift. ​Runt. Wolfless.