Arthur The Aardvark Book Novels & Stories

He opened his eyes wide and leaned back, giving us time to take in his words. None of us were that shocked. We’d seen plenty of crazy shit. You had to do more than flash a couple of face tentacles to get a reaction out of us. Arthur seemed disappointed by our low-key response. “The gods, in their madness, decided to combine animal with vegetable. Plant and man, as one.” He slapped his hands together and interlocked the fingers. “They’re triffids?” I asked. Arthur gave me a bemused look. Hadn’t kept up with mid-twentieth century literature, apparently.

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

Arda clenched her fists, fighting back tears. Her father exhaled and started the story. --- A younger Arthur in his thirties moved carefully through the forest, rifle steady as he tracked a deer under the full moon’s glow. The night was alive with the hum of crickets, and the plump deer stood perfectly still, oblivious to its hunter. But then—a baby’s cry. Arthur flinched, lowering his weapon slightly. His pulse quickened. A baby? Out here? The deer froze too, ears twitching.

Instead, Arthur sat beside the small creature, stroking its fur and starting a conversation. “You want to chase those bats away, huh? I’m fed up with them too! They’re so annoying!” Arthur said. “Woof!” Like a little dog, Drex continued to bark. “Your fur is so soft, and your posture is excellent. Why do I feel like you look more like a wolf than just a dog?” Arthur muttered, observing him closely. “Woof!” “Haha, you’re adorable! Are you a stray? If you are and no one’s looking after you, I’d like to keep you, little guy!”

He was an exception Not just because he was still left with a heart even after being a rogue But because the heart he managed to preserve was made of gold As he laid on his back all bloody and bruised his brown eyes met mine The same eyes which showed me his extent of loyalty few days back. Flashback I should turn back I thought as I saw fog clouds ahead of me It's been an hours journey out of the pack grounds already. As I turned around to leave my eyes were met with two sparking brown eyes. I was shocked for a second but I managed to recover. An average looking warewolf stood in front of me with a dull brown coat. He sensed average and I felt a little less afraid. He started taking steps t

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

one by one, Arthur was easily defeated without difficulty. Arthur, with his bloodshot red eyes, slowly reached out his tongue to lick the drops of blood on his lips and then showed disgust at the salty taste of human blood, so he sprayed heavily on the ground. Step by step towards Berk Hill, with the soldiers trembling with weapons. There are even people who wet their own pants and fainted.

(Adelaide) Arkael smiled wide. "My favourite kind of story." He stepped beside her, carefully lifting one of the smaller volumes. "This one." He opened the cover. The moment the first page turned, Adelaide gasped. An entire paper forest rose from the book. Delicate trees unfolded themselves from the parchment, their branches twisting high above tiny cottages nestled amongst their roots. A paper fox no larger than her thumb peered out from beneath one tree while dozens of impossibly small birds seemed frozen in flight between the branches.

I said and Arthur glanced at me, he shook his head “You are very strange” he stated and I smiled, he sat on the grass and I sat beside him and he whistled loudly and a bark replied from the mansion and in a minute, Flint came running to towards Arthur and ran around Arthur who laughed, the Rottweiler turned to me and gave me a single lick, I grinned and rubbed his head, it growled at a passing mice and chased it, I rested my head on Arthur’s shoulder and he tensed, then relaxed.

He rushed to the middle of the field before Alpha Jarek could say anything, he waved at the attacking wolves's leader. "Hi, I'm Arthur Humphrey" "I don't care whatever your name is little boy, run home and hide yourself or my warriors would crush you" the leader said. Arthur pouted his lips and looked at the leader with puppy eyes. "Aww, and here I was thinking we could be friends". He shrugged his shoulders, puffed out some air, twisted his lips slightly and folded his hands behind him. "Well, since you don't wanna be my friend, then you can be my enemy"