Moomins Novels & Stories

Both Mia and Vlad start hooting and laughing. " Ooh. Fiesty , huh?" Damien says before getting up ."Our friend's gonna love you." Before I could ask him about his so called friend, Vlad changes the topic. " What shall we do with our day today, my friends?" Vlad asks . " You guys can do whatever you want somewhere else , because me and our girl here are going on a shopping spree and a fun night out . Just showing her this beautiful city we live in." Mia says and pulls me up.

They brush at each other's side. I counted them using my sense of smell. Nine males and a female, the one beside the grey wolf that has been giving us quite the stare the moment she stepped in. They smell similar to each other, but each has its distinct smell. Musky, wood, and strong. Like the smell of damp earth and misty forest. They are a pack. Or a tribe.

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

Her latest paper was titled “The Age of Myths: Phase One.” One Evening Ellie knelt in the garden, sword planted in the earth behind her like a tombstone. “You did it,” she whispered. “We did it.” Cerebus padded over. All three heads pressed into her shoulder. “You’re a hero now, you know,” she said. Alpha looked proud. Beta licked her cheek. Gamma sneezed and stole her sock. But Far Away… In the depths of the Siberian tundra, beneath an unmarked mountain, a team of miners unearthed something strange: a stone arch… lined with teeth.