Mouse Was Mad Novels & Stories

Madelaine “Hey look, it’s an elk,” I said, staring out my room window into the eerily dark forest. Bronwyn climbed the couch next to me and looked out the window as well. “Should we shoot it? And maybe we could have a barbecue for breakfast tomorrow,” she joked, reaching into her bag for the gun we had earlier. I laughed, feeling the steak I had for dinner dance in my belly. Geez. I was overfed. “Can we really shoot it?” I asked.

“Or rather bark if necessary.” Tightening my fist hard against the ground, I barked. “Woof woof.” A slow smile spread across Aiden's face, “Good boy. Like I asked earlier, are you hungry?” “Woof.” “Before you have pizza, why don't you do something that makes me happy?” My eyes widened with horror. I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. “Oh, relax, Darrel,” Aiden chuckles, leaning back against the chair as his hands slowly begin to unbuckle his belt. “It's just a blow job.”

Kiara couldn't control her laugh on Haider's comment. Musa muttered under his breath, " Why is everyone comparing me to animals and birds?" Breakfast was done .Everyone retired to their daily routines .

“Did something happen to him?” Arah didn’t know how to answer that. It wasn’t like she could say, ‘Oh yeah, he was murdered by my husband. But I brought him back using my magical Clover Wish tattoo.’ Though, in hindsight, she did wonder if there was an afterlife for animals—and if coming back from it required some kind of adjustment. That could explain Barky’s behavior. The sudden drop in the music’s volume cut their conversation off. Mabel’s sister’s voice came on through a wireless mic. “Calling all the ladies over here—we’re about to kick this party off!”

She’d put on her best smile and offered to get him another one on the house, but the hulking brutelike motherfucker had gotten it into his drug-addled head to teach her a lesson about “disrespecting her betters.” That was the same oily feeling Madison got from this lot. They weren’t even Wolves – at least she thought so. She’d never seen a potbellied Werewolf before. They were pigs, through and through. “I’m a waitress, so unless your little game involves seeing how many bottles of Patrón I can convince the house to comp you, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

Apparently, my conscience has its own opinion. “Well, you have more confidence in him than I do.” I tell myself. Maddie snaps me out of my thoughts by shouting excitedly, “Mommy! I know! Tonight, I will speak with the goddesses and ask them for advice on how to awaken your wolf. I’m sure they will help us!” “Are you going to pray for me, baby?” “I always pray for you, mommy and for everyone.” The chilling sound of bones breaking at the same time pulls us out of our conversation. Maddie gets scared, closes her eyes, and covers her ears as she says, “Mommy, what’s going on? That noise scares me so much, mommy.”

They were laughing so loudly but none of them cared whatsoever. “He really is something, well, humans can be disgusting, so also can werewolves if we are being honest.” Madison said to Claudia who nodded her head and picked up her cup of tea. Madison had refused to share what had happened with Claudia, just skirting the issue and talking about everything else.

Just teeth, claws, and the desperate need to survive. Mavros let out a roar, a sound that shook the very foundation of the cabin. He slammed his fist into Silas’s snout, the sound of breaking bone echoing in the small space. The wolf yelped, a high-pitched, pathetic sound, and tried to retreat, but Mavros wasn't done. He grabbed the wolf by the scruff of the neck and dragged him toward the door, throwing him off the porch and into the muddy grass below.

Though Madison also despised Adelaide, hearing her daughter's words, she swiftly warned, "Don't provoke her. You're no match. The Golden Jewelry Store fiasco was your carelessness. How could you leave the ledgers in the store?" Madison's white musk pheromones exploded like ice shards, her pupils slitting into blood-red lines in the shadows. Her Moon Goddess emblem at the nape of her neck scorched hot—a typical glandular reaction for a noble werewolf in rage. Wanda's wolf tail curled defensively under her skirt, her mint pheromones chaotic with regrets. "I was afraid of Rowena finding out about the store if I took the ledgers home." "You should have sent them elsewhere," Madison said, her wol

I wanted to scream out of frustration, but unfortunately or thankfully, it was– the intimidating voice of the one-eyed General sank the word down my throat with a familiar name that kept me at the edge. “Just because she's wolfless doesn't make her Maddie!”