Mouse Mansion Book Novels & Stories

I search through the books, using the shelves to slide the ladder around. I don't recognize any of them but one captures my attention. I grab it, sliding down the ladder. I head over to where Angel is lounging in a hammock and climb up beside her. The hammock is extremely soft. I lay down in it, propping the book up on my knees. "What book is that?" Angel asks me, peering over at the cover. "The History of Moon Wolves," I tell her and she looks at me funny. "Why would you need that? What don't you know about your own kind?" she scoffs. I sigh. "Everything."

Mrs Sprocket somehow worked out that something will happen to Belle Rose when they are at the castle, and she got a strange feeling that Belle Rose's dream last night will come true. Belle Rose was allowed to take the book about the castle to visit back to Mrs Sprocket's house and carry on research in her own time. The school finished, and Belle Rose left with Mrs Sprocket as they head towards Mrs Sprocket's home. Mrs Sprocket allowed Belle Rose to use the dining table to carry on with her research about the castle that they are going to for the school trip, and she got some drinks for her and Belle Rose. Belle Rose wrote 6 pages of the history of the castle, and she drew the castle thrice.

It actually belonged to Reese's brother Niklas, but after his accident almost three years ago it had remained in our care. Normally I didn't mind her playful nature, even if she really had just nonsense in her head, but today after the message that Jilin had brought me earlier ... I just didn't feel like playing. I sat on the floor in our small bedroom. It wasn't very big. On the right side of the wall was a double bed, on the left a wardrobe with a full clothes horse in front of it. There was a wide window sill above the bed with a bedside lamp on it. It was already dark outside and only the ceiling lamp provided light. Spread out in front of me on the carpet were a bunch of photos from bef

The book contained series of drawings of arts, and some obnoxious languages that they couldn’t seem to comprehend. “Who do you think lives here in the mountain?” Carl asked running his hands through the drawings of the book. “I don’t know but whoever it may be, they definitely possess quite a chunk of property in this room.” Mason stated as he tore his eyes away from that book. “And what do you all think you are doing, going around rummaging through someone’s property?” A strange voice from theirs echoed. They all looked at the direction of the voice and at the corner of the room, sat an old man.

“You will rotate hall watches and attend chambers that request nighttime assistance. No speaking. No lingering. Move when summoned, return when dismissed.” As I held the lantern close to my chest, my eyes briefly flicked across the grand staircase, up toward the shadows that pooled on the upper floors. So this is the Moon Mansion. What secrets lie behind those locked doors? I didn’t know yet. But something told me I was going to find out.

I didn't know what drew me in but soon, I found myself reading the book. The more I read, the more I realized that this story wasn't a work of fiction like I had thought. It really happened and what's worse, it happened right here in this mansion. I shivered as I read more and more. The ending brought me to the final showdown and I realized with horror what really happened to the last Luna, Remus' mother. ''This is so not good.'' Remus ''Father, its me.'' I smiled. He was reclined on his specially made bed, looking at nothing in particular. Everything to him in that moment was all so strange.

I noticed something while searching for the Library door. Apart from the main entrance to the mansion and the main hall, all the doors in the Avereza Mansion are of the same size. I said before that the door is actually a book but it's really a door designed in such a way that it looks like a book. It's made to look like an open book and there are 6 rectangular spaces placed in triangles on the door. Three on one side of the door, 3 on the other side of the door. Another rectangular space was found not on the door but on an anvil-like stone block in front of the door. I am pretty sure this book I have right now goes there.

The moon hung in the sky like a brilliant, oversized flashlight. Lila leaned her forehead against the window pane. It felt cool and soothing. Peering into the illuminated night, she looked out onto the mountain in hopes of spotting Marcus and his pack approaching the castle. She’d had no word from Ben about the rescue Jasper and the werewolves were planning for her, but this would be the prime time for them to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize Jasper in his wolf form as he raced through the woods with the pack, but the pain in her back wouldn’t allow her mind to focus.

She peeked over the other maid who just answered the question saying that it is 11:54am right now. "My lady , 6 minutes are left for noon to approach." Carol reminded the old lady. Just as the lady listened to her words, she perplexed and told her .... "Hurry up Carol.... bring me that book , which I was showing you yesterday right now." Not asking anything further, Carol headed to bring the book and the lady murmured softly ... "P2 guide werewolf." Carol stepped inside another room of the house which was like a house but was actually a mansion. when she stepped inside , there were many antiques and valuable things placed and it gave off the look like it was some kind of a museum.

Moza was struck by the colorful, charming decor—pale blue walls with paintings of clouds, a large bed with white curtains, and shelves overflowing with toys. "Get on the bed, Auntie! Sit next to me!" Abigail pleaded. Moza smiled but shook her head, choosing a small wicker chair beside the bed instead. Abigail pouted briefly before running to her bookshelf. She returned with a thick book about pirate adventures. Curious, Moza asked softly, "Little Miss, which drawing did you say looked like me?" Abigail frowned, thinking hard. "Oh, I think Papa kept that one. I’ll ask him tomorrow." Before she could say more, she let out a wide yawn. "Read me the story now, Auntie. I’m sleepy."