Murid Novels & Stories

I nodded while tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear. “Wanna go hunting?” He asked. “Hunting?” I inquired, frowning. I had never gone hunting. “Yup, today I and Luther are going hunting. It’s our favorite game. Actually, It’s in our blood.” He chuckled. “You two kill animals for fun?” “Not only do we kill animals but also skin them and eat them, darling,” Luther said. I cringed at the way he was speaking. “How could you eat wild animals?”

Glossary of parent groups and subspecies • Canis-Proles descendant of dogs • Feles-Proles cat offspring (also includes big cats) • Vulpes-Proles fox descendant • Dama-Proles reindeer • Capella-Proles descending goats • Meles-Proles descendant of marten • Ursus-Proles bear descendant (raccoons) • Simia-Proles monkey descendants (chimpanzees / capuchin monkeys) • Sciurus-Proles squirrel offspring (also includes rats and mice)

Fane sighed, doing his best to not have anyone hear him. "I do, but only two of them. The one on the right seems like a three-legged golden bird beast. It's called a flying quill. The one in the middle is a fire and ice wolf. Those two beasts are normally in second-grade worlds." Rudy was surprised at Fane's words and said, "I was just asking, but I didn't expect you to know. Fane, you really are amazing. You're not just strong, but smart as well. You even know beasts from second-grade worlds."

His eyes were the sun. The trees passed Moon’s huge frame quickly and he stopped. He spotted a wolf. A brown wolf. A magnificent one. The wolf was a bit smaller than Moon. It was a female. It was Viviana’s wolf, Miracle. Her brown fur had shining golden borders. Her ears were sharp and straight. She was alert. Her back screamed possession.

I picked it up and looked around sighing, then walked out closed the door, and went back to the room I now occupied. I changed into my night clothes and sat on the chair by the window holding the stuffed toy against me and stared out the window at the glowing world of Valaisha. It made me feel close to Galen knowing he was the one who gave me the toy when I was a young girl. I miss him a lot. I finally learned what this toy is as I have seen one in real life. It looks like a cross between a rabbit and a squirrel called a finian. It has long ears like a rabbit only with a long bushy tail like a squirrel. They have either blue or red fir. My toy is red. I cuddled the toy closer and rested my c

“I heard, baby.” On the screen, Milo was grinning. “You’re really my sister?” “Yes!” Mira bounced a little in Julian’s lap. “I’m the big sister. I’ll teach you how to make pancakes, and we can draw together, and, do you like bunnies?” She held her stuffed rabbit close to the camera. “This is Star. She’s my favorite. When we meet, I’ll let you hold her.” Milo laughed. “I have a dinosaur! We can make them fight.”

"I don't know any holy stories, My Lady." "Not holy," Miya snapped, then softened. "Something... simple. From your life." "Well," Finn started shakily. "When I was a boy... my mother kept rabbits. One of them, a little white one with a black ear... he thought he was a dog." Miya opened one eye. "A dog?" "Yes," Finn smiled, forgetting his fear for a second as his hands worked up to her knee. "He would chase the sheep. He would bark—well, squeak—at the mailman. He didn't know he was small. He just knew he was brave."

The other pups pressed close together, whining uneasily, their tiny bodies trembling as though instinct told them this sibling was not of their kind. The room fell silent, except for the cries. Elle was only eleven, standing between her mother and father, her eyes wide as the impossible unfolded before her. Her parents exchanged looks — fear, confusion, disbelief. But Elle stepped forward. She knelt beside the rejected pup, gathering the trembling bundle into her arms. Three heads turned toward her, their cries softening at the sound of her heartbeat. She smiled. “Cerebus,” she whispered. “Like the guardian in the stories.”

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.