Coraline Circus Mouse Novels & Stories

The Palazzo Serbelloni in Milan was a blinding kaleidoscope of crystal, gold leaf, and high-society decadence. It was 10:30 PM. The air inside the grand ballroom was thick with the scent of white orchids, expensive champagne, and the suffocating perfume of Italy’s corrupt elite. Government ministers, offshore bankers, and syndicate bosses mingled beneath massive Murano chandeliers, their laughter a polite lacquer over a world built on blood and narcotics.

Cornelius chuckles as he got off his horse, I couldn't deny the fact that he has his eyes set on the tent. "Kora's a bit sick so I decided to go hunting to make food for her and after that we leave, do you have a problem?" Alpha Damek responded, wasn't even moved by Alpha Cornelius's presence. He didn't even move an inch, stood face to face with Alpha Cornelius. "Where's Cage?" "I'm right here, Alpha Cornelius you haven't answered the question, is there something you need?" He answered his question with a question very disrespectful and not everyone tolerates that.

But instead of listening to her request, Dallion only ran his finger over her feet. "Why, little mouse? Let me demonstrate something for you, so that you can keep it in your mind. Alright?" At first, she didn’t understand what this demonstration was about until he ran his fingernail sharply against the back of her foot, making her cry out in pain as it pierced her skin.

Then, she smiled softly and asked, "Okay...so can I have a seat?" I gestured for her to sit down, and she smiled again, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. As she sat down, she brushed the strands of hair that fell over her face with the back of her palm, her movement shy and endearing. I took my seat beside her, trying to maintain a neutral expression. The lab instructor, Mrs. Williams, distributed the specimens, placing an open wooden box in front of our table. Inside, a living, little, white mouse scurried around. Pearl's eyes widened in delight. "Wow, it's beautiful," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.

If I did, Coraline doesn’t seem to notice. But she does furrow her brow. “Disease? What’s it called?” Shit. We hadn’t discussed that either. “Swallowpox,” I blurt out, stealing the first part of the word from a painting of a swallow in flight hanging in the room behind Coraline. Her brows knit together tighter. “Swallowpox? I’ve never heard of such a thing. Is it contagious?” Think, Rose. “Yes, but we’re safe if she keeps her distance, which is why she is standing behind me,” I say. “The issue is that it’s not currently curable. We’re raising money for more research into the matter.”

The wolves had lost the true reason for life and had lost their faith altogether, a recurring issue that had led to the unresolved issues that still plagued them. Adele Jones, as the Moons Oracle and mate of a High Alpha, was an extremely valued figure within Werewolf society. She delivered prophecies to juvenile Alpha’s full of hope and spread dread to the ones who soon discovered their reigns coming to an end. She was the one who found the new Alpha’s. The ones that had been born and not bred. She discovered the wolves who had risen of their own toil and trouble, who were born to lead. It was because of her gift that she had been killed.

I heard, and I had to shake my head. *What a bitch! It’s literally some water, I mean really,* Coral scoffed. “You’re the magical witch, I’m certain you can clean this up in no time at all. But if you prefer, I can shift and have my wolf lick it up. After all, that’s all I am to you isn’t it? A dog,” I said, cocking my head to the side. Coral snickered and then stuck her nose up, catching a smell. “Oh this one’s more than wet,” I said, cocking my head at the little guy. He was probably about two.

My fingers laced with Luci’s as we walked into a large dome area. Large cages of animals and creatures I had never seen sat in each cell. Some were downright scary, with large teeth and eyes that glowed in the dark. Dark colors donned their skin with signs that hung on the cages that said, ‘do not touch.’ One cage held a large horse-like creature, but instead of four legs, it only had two and a large tail replacing the hind legs. “Look, Luci! It’s a merhorse!” I giggled as its nose came closer to the cage. I nuzzled it and cooed at the bright yellow animal with hints of scales on its body.

“Now, she’ll have to come to the North Pole.” Again, Mr. Waddlebug asked his question, eyeing the mouse curiously. “What is it?” “What do you mean what is it?” Corey asked, still whispering, but this time his voice a bit louder out of frustration. “It’s a dormouse, of course,” he replied. “Yes, I can see that,” Mr. Waddlebug admitted. “But why are you keeping it in a jar?” Corey sighed again, rubbing his brow, suddenly aware that he felt a headache coming on. “Because I want to keep it safe. Once Serendipity realizes it has gone missing, she’ll come up here to retrieve it, and then we will have her.”

the woman held out her pinky finger and Zanicus laughed before curling his own pinky finger into hers. “Pinky promise,” he smiled, and the calmness of his expression was noticeably different. He was happy, and I could feel that the magic flowing in his veins was pure. Not black, like it feels back in that dark room. I continued to watch them go about their day, and they continued to ignore me like I was never there. I learned that the woman’s name was Coraline, or Cora in short. I watched them laugh, kiss, and talk as if they had the world all to themselves. Their eyes beaming with joy as they enjoyed each other’s presence. Suddenly, I remembered Hunter and my heart ached as I longed for my