Moomins Novels & Stories

Winnie the Pooh and his merry friends, in his favorite style and colors - even now in the form of prints on clothes. - Tapi will like it... Tapi is the nickname of their son. Of course, he has a normal human name. Quite harmonious and international. Kit wanted to name it in Finnish. Luis didn't mind - Antti or Toivo, what difference did it make, as long as the kid had his last name in the end? But then such a usually accommodating youngest suddenly bucked up, declaring that "they will not call his son by the dog name." Kit was outraged. Look, Austin is a human name! Tom rested (when necessary, he could rest to death) - no, that's all. And she (oh, miracle!) conceded.

I asked and facepalmed. “She is, Alpha. She has been mute since birth and still is.” They said I frowned. Why was the moon goddess so cruel? Why on Earth would she give me a mute as a mate after all I've been through to find my mate? Was she this heartless, or was she purposely being mean? A stealer wolf?

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

It then speaks to her in some ancient language. "I AM BACK MY LOVE.MY LOVE AKKUSA". The mummy then puts his hand on her face and leans forward to kiss her. But she regains herself and push him off. She then takes time to let her mind to be processed and comes back in reality. "Whoa whoa man .I am not your LOVE and i don't even know WHO YOU are rather than THE MUMMY TITTLE. So please let me go and i promise I will make it a blind eye.please?"

Hay, it could happen. Two minutes later Mikki lifts her head suddenly, her ear pricking. An unknown wolf stood at the tree line. He was grey and brown, and so big that when he jumped through the fence his back touched the top and his chest touched the bottom rail. None of the other wolfs did that, and the boys were pretty big. Even Vic didn't' touch both rails.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

It was like a big dream to me. I was so happy, just fantasizing about it. I still don't understand why I trusted him that much. Vin promised to buy me nice clothes and fancy shoes, compared to the rags I used to wear. Every night before we went to bed, Vin assured me that he would buy me the biggest bed, the softest mattress to exist, and a really warm blanket. Those dreams gave me hope and with that hope, I looked forward to getting out of there and living in the imaginary world we used to create for ourselves.

She was always grateful for the work she was given, which was a sign that they liked her work. "Sophia, can you give Choco some lunch? I have to go to the super market to buy groceries." "Choco? Who is that, Elina?" “Choco is Mr. Moore's pet dog.” “Dog?” Sophia's expression turned deathly pale, she was deeply traumatized by the animal that liked to stick out its tongue. The problem was that as a child she had been chased until her skirt was torn by her neighbor's mad dog. “This is supposed to be Jessica's job, but she's gone somewhere.” Elina was annoyed that Jessica always disappeared suddenly.