Mouse Was Mad Novels & Stories

Sliding into the backseat of an Uber, I clutch my bag to my chest like a shield. I have him— whatever's in here is something he doesn't want anybody to see. But when I unlock my phone, the screen lights up with a push notification that drains every drop of blood from my face. New Music Video: "Muse" - Watch Now. My mouth goes dry. The bastard couldn't have. It's been what? Twenty— Thirty minutes? With a trembling thumb, I tap the link. The video opens on a gritty, unfamiliar set. I let out a hollow laugh.

But all I did was send her one text before I went to sleep, which was a kiss emoji. Goddess, what is our mouse turning me into? When I woke up the next morning, I moved my head back and forth, wondering if something had changed. A low voice growled inside my head. ‘Nice meeting you too, dickhead.’ I replied in my mind. ‘Who are you calling Dickhead?' His voice was raspy and low. And very grumpy. ‘You. Are you stupid? Did I get a malfunctioning wolf?’ He chuckled dryly, ‘no, I am a perfect wolf.’ His laugh sounded really weird. Like how you would imagine a dog laughing.

Someone that I had rejected. “You know…on my run…I…came across something in the forest-someone…a wolf…that I had never seen before.” “What?” my interest was piqued, and now I was concerned. “A stranger in our territory? Mads, are you-are you okay?” “Oh please, I’m fine.” she cut her eyes at me. She turned away from me and faced the full moon. “Should I be concerned?” I followed. “Yeah, you should.” Madison spoke casually and without hesitation. It was off-putting.

I wanted to yell to someone so bad but no one was in sight… I couldn't even move an inch and just as I thought it couldn't get any better…. It suddenly stopped! I scrambled to my hands, hair and claws gone, bone snaps and all… it was as if nothing had happened.. Wait, what just happened? Hallucination?

“Trust me, sweetie. Take my advice and write.” “Advice from a maid! Ha!” Mykhol growls. “You must think yourself quite highly.” “Well, I speak from experience. Unlike you, Lord Mykhol. Who seems to lack any maturity.” “What audacity- I could have your teeth pulled for disrespecting a noble. Yet you go on so blatantly insulting me to my face-” “I’d like to throw my fist into your face. You weasel!” Maddie throws a threat. “Weasel! You dare call me a.” Mykhol lifts his hands to show his claws. His body stiffens as if ready to pose and strike.

I stood frozen in front of the room. The faint sigh grew clearer, followed by the familiar creak of the bed. Slowly, the doorknob twisted. I peered through the slightly open gap. My eyes narrowed. There were silhouettes of two people inside. Madison, my stepsister, was making out with a wolf man I didn't recognize. I gasped, too shocked to realize I'd made a sound. Instantly, the movement inside stopped. The door swung wide open. Madison stood there, her eyes blazing red.

But Madeline wins the internal struggle. Before I can stand, the gray wolf hits me like a freight train. Her jaws snap around my right thigh. Teeth sink deep, tearing through muscle and grinding against the bone. A white-hot spike of agony tears through my entire body, and I scream, the sound tearing from my throat. The bone snaps. She releases me, tossing me back into the dirt. Suddenly, Madeline’s voice echoes directly inside my mind, dripping with malice. Thanks, Betty. When you told my wolf she had to respect me, I used the distraction to force my way back to the surface. She gave up the moment your blood flooded our mouth. I wanted you to know that she is gone now. It is just you and me

The entire forest floor was filled with fang-bearing wolves. Maverick was caught between beasts on either side. It was hardly a fair fight. I slithered beside one wolf and snapped my jaw around his ankle. I moved fast like a mouse and bit four more ankles. “You!” Maverick yelled through the mind-link. “Hi,” I replied. The other wolves ran off, but there was more than enough to take their place. “Nice moves, Wildcat,” he said. “Try not to get your ass kicked, Maverick.”

And while I didn't mind the thought of lifting her onto my cock right that moment and fucking her silly in front of everyone, I highly doubted my little mouse would be equally keen on the idea. "Not yet, little mouse," I whispered my words from earlier. Before she could respond, the Wolves erupted around us- a blissful harmony of howls of joy and anticipation and hope.

Jacques responded, unconvincingly. Maddie forced open the steel door, before leading us into the despairing hallway. I glanced back at Jacques, who was attempting his best macho man impression. If it wasn’t for the fact werewolves had excellent hearing, I would have completely missed his skeptical gulp and believed him. “What a baby.” Leia sniggered. “You were crying earlier, Miss ‘I’m too pretty to die’.” I teased. “Shut up.” She snapped. “I am.” She muttered.