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Whoever said bunnies were innocent clearly never met this one.

She’s traded the carrot patch for the VIP lounge, the fluffy little tail for something considerably more dangerous, and the whole sweet-and-shy routine for a wicked sense of humor.

She doesn’t chase anyone. She makes them hop.

And if somebody asks whether she’s a good bunny?

Darling, wrong question.

Steal the look: Black lace, playful bunny ears, a cheeky bow tie and enough confidence to make the Easter Bunny file for early retirement.

They say the devil wears Prada. Apparently, she’s been shopping somewhere even more interesting. With fiery red accents, a mischievous smile and absolutely no intention of behaving, our little devil has turned temptation into a full-time occupation. Forget selling your soul. She’s not interested in bargains.

She just wants the dance floor, the best music and possibly your last shred of self-control. Hell has never looked this heavenly.

Steal the look: Devil horns, daring red details, a devilishly confident silhouette and a smile that should probably come with a warning label.

The trouble with paradise? Too many rules. Not nearly enough parties. So our dark angel packed her wings, abandoned the heavenly dress code and headed straight for the nearest dance floor.

Black feathers. Dangerous elegance. A face that could convince a saint to reconsider. And that missing halo? She probably left it in somebody’s bedroom. Some angels fall. The clever ones fly away.

Steal the look: Dramatic black wings, feather details, smoky eyes and an angelic expression that nobody should trust after midnight.

Forget the dusty coffin, the lonely castle and centuries of waiting for some brooding vampire prince. Our empress has survived a thousand years of bad romance. She’s not about to waste eternity on another emotionally unavailable immortal. Draped in midnight black, with a commanding silhouette and the kind of gaze that makes candlelight nervous, she doesn’t need to bare her fangs to establish who’s in charge. And if she invites you in? Forever is a very long second date.

Once upon a time, witches were expected to live in crooked cottages, stir suspicious soups and terrify unsuspecting villagers.

Our witch has other plans. She swapped the cauldron for cocktails, the dusty spellbook for a killer wardrobe and the broomstick for boots that were definitely not designed for flying.

One glance beneath that fabulous pointed hat, and suddenly everybody believes in magic. Especially the guy who just forgot his own name. Double, double, toil and trouble. Make mine a double.

Steal the look: A dramatic pointed hat, black lace, fishnets, statement boots and smoky eyes. The magic comes standard.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who’s the baddest of them all? After years of housework, seven demanding roommates and one spectacularly questionable apple incident, Snow White has finally had enough. She’s shortened the skirt, upgraded the attitude and discovered that Prince Charming is considerably less charming when you actually have to talk to him. As for the poisoned apple? She’s keeping it in her handbag. Just in case somebody asks her to do the dishes. Happily ever after? She’ll write her own damn ending.

Alice followed a white rabbit down a hole. Our queen would have charged him rent. She’s got the cards, the crown-worthy confidence and absolutely no patience for anybody trying to explain the rules. Hearts are her specialty. Collecting them is easy. Keeping them entertained? That’s where the real game begins. And the King? Nobody’s seen him since she discovered she could rule Wonderland perfectly well on her own. Off with their heads? Please. She’s aiming for their hearts.

They told her the ocean was her kingdom. She asked whether it came with a decent nightlife. Somewhere beneath the waves, our siren grew tired of shipwrecks, lonely sailors and endless conversations with fish. So she traded the underwater palace for a Halloween party and arrived looking like a secret Atlantis had been keeping for centuries.

Scales shimmer across her second skin. Dark gold catches the light. And that hypnotic gaze? Let’s just say the ancient sailors weren’t exaggerating. She’s not waiting for a handsome prince to rescue her from the sea.

She’s the reason he should learn to swim.

Steal the look: An intricately patterned, scale-inspired bodysuit, shimmering gold details, sheer sleeves and the confidence of someone who could command an entire ocean.