Wolf And Rabbit Love Novels & Stories

Finance. My wolf was happy hunting rabbits and raccoons on Kent’s vast acre of property. I couldn’t be selfish with her, and she was also a part of me, so we ran every weekend. I let her feel the dirt and mud under her paws. I let her smell the earth and taste the blood in her mouth as she chunked the rabbit. She was happy, but deep inside, I knew she wanted more. She wanted to be in a pack where she could run and hunt with other wolves.

They were wild, untamed, but under my control. As I drew near, the rogue wolves rushed me. They circled me, their glowing red eyes focused on me with love and care. They nuzzled my legs, rubbing their fur against me like affectionate pups, their tails wagging gently. Despite their wildness, there was a sense of loyalty in them, an almost tangible bond that couldn’t be ignored. I reached down, running a hand over the thick fur of the nearest wolf, feeling the warmth of their body beneath my fingers.

He dipped me low leaning into my face, “The moon continued weeping every night. The rabbit heard these cries and decided to risk it. He came out and he fell in love. She may have been promised to the sky but for her he would risk it all. In secret he started to dance with her matching her movements until she saw him below lit up as a small beacon, offering her a moment of joy. So she joined him. The two of them spun round and round all night until morning came to chase them both away.” “How cute.” I winked, “Though I think it’s lacking a bit-” “I’m not done.” He laughed. “The rabbit kept risking his life every night without telling her of his own dangers. You see the night sky had friends: t

“Easy.” It bites. Pain sears through my hand, making me feel queasy. I gasp, but don’t let go. Blood wells between my fingers. The rabbit’s teeth are too sharp. I press it to my chest, whispering through clenched teeth. “Shh. Stop. I’m not going to hurt you.” The words come out gentler than I expect. My wolf hums in agreement, recognition stirring deep inside. The rabbit trembles once, twice, then goes still. Its heart races against mine, wild and frightened, but alive.

*** ‘Not bad.’ Gloria’s wolf chuckled when the beautiful white wolf came back with his kill…a small rabbit. ‘Could have gotten something bigger though.’ ‘Ow come on, there are no big animals around this time and you know it.’ Ryan panted as he flopped down beside the beautiful brown wolf who was his instructor. ‘Wanna bet?’ Gloria asked dryly, amused at how harshly Ryan was panting.

"Locked them both up. The councils are hoping that if they stay apart, the prophecy stops, but from what I hear, it's not working." "That's terrible," I say, and I mean it. "They're punishing people for falling in love?" "Love between enemies," the merchant points out. "Vampire and werewolf,it's forbidden." "Maybe," I say, "but isn't love supposed to be good? Isn't it supposed to bring people together, not tear them apart?" "Spoken like someone who's never been in love," the young woman says with a smile. "Wait until you find your mate, then you'll understand how powerful it can be."

I ask confused. I hadn't thought of such a strange mix, less, when rabbits are cute and cuddly, and we wolves are quite aggressive, territorial and wild. Yes, we are wild, aggressive and violent when they try to take something we don't want to be touched. "You can't say that. Rabbits are cute" I say and Jareth smiles at me. "Honey, do you know how much rabbits fuck, are you aware how many babies rabbits have because they fuck so much? Have you heard the phrase, 'fuck like rabbits'?" asks Jareth and I pause to watch the lustful look on his face.

Never again would he make such a mistake. He rode through the woods and then up the hill to his castle. Before he could enter his home, he already sensed the other's presence. Just when he wanted to be alone, they had to be here. They liked to gather in his home sometimes. The dark interior and the mysterious feel of the Wolf's den fascinated them as well. Rayven knew this would be his home from the first time he saw it. He bought it immediately for a cheap price since no one wanted to live here. Not that he ever needed to worry about money.

Not that his company would be much wanted at our reunion right now. And then I smell her, that wonderful scent of wildflowers and Lilies that always makes me drunk and like wax in her hands. A scent that I can't live without for long, I could kill for. Era moves in my direction, she must have smelled Xander too. Our wolves love each other as much as we do in human form. They collapse against each other, licking each other's snouts and making all sorts of sounds of joy. It is a wild dance of a white-silvery wolf and a deep black one, who both know that their existence is intertwined.

"It wasn't until miniature wolf watched his father leap to take down an elk to feed the pack, that he understood. While the playful leaps with the rabbit were fun, it also taught him the skills he would need as an adult to survive. Miniature wolf turned to his mother in confusion. 'Why does the rabbit teach us to leap high, making us better hunters?' Miniature wolf asked. 'Because one rabbit might stop your hunger for a moment, but one elk feeds us all, making the rabbit safe,' his mother explained. 'You only saw the rabbit as prey. You had thought there was nothing to be learned from so small a creature as the rabbit. Now you have learned otherwise. All beings deserve respect. You can alway