Murid Novels & Stories

“I thought they had all been eradicated years ago.” “A what?” Astrid asked, shuddering as she dropped the dead animal. “Molespake,” Serra replied. “A gruesome cross between a mole, a spider and a snake. No one knows where it first came from. We only know that it lives underground and seeks warmth. A Human body is perfect.” Astrid shuddered at the mention of spiders then grunted as Sigwulf crouched down next to her and started a close inspection of her bare legs. “And just what do you think you are doing, Sir Knight?”

“We don’t want any trouble.” “Yes,” she agreed heartily. “Nor do we.” Then she bit into the meat I’d just spent the last hour and a half roasting, and she moaned in delight, closing her eyes over the pleasure. “Mmm. Good squirrel.” “It’s rabbit.” The woman shrugged and kept chewing. “I’m Mydera,” she announced. “That handsome one over there by the mare is Wicket, the woman’s Spice, and the child’s called Bewler.” Upon hearing his name, the filthy kid hurried to Mydera, crawling on all fours with every few steps, nearly like a primate. Once he reached her, he made frantic motions with his hands, communicating in the language of the deaf.

It was all so fascinating. When April finally returned she was carrying a basket full of herbs in one hand. And in the other hand, she was carrying a rabbit-sized beast which looked like a mole but had a carapace that looked like dried-up mud with cracks in between. Silver recognized that magical beast. It was mud-mole, rank B magical beast with a very strong defence. Silver always thought that the name of the beast was too generic. How had she managed to kill the thing? April did not even have a scratch on her. Not even mud stained her body. She had her blonde hair tied up in a bun and her light green eyes twinkled with satisfaction.

Mildred's head hang low so only knees and feet was in line with our sight. "A silver werewolf. This is a bit interesting. I never thought that savages can conceive a new type of fur. Aren't they usually dark?" A mocking voice asked that was ensued with a chortle. Mildred growled like a mad dog that was only responsed with a guffaw.

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

Babushka - grandmother Dobroy nochi - good night Kotonok - kitten Kukolka = Doll Nevestka Malyshka - Baby Mishenka - an intimate name for Misha, usually reserved for his lover. Privet - hello (informal) Prekrasnaya - Lovely Sashulya - an intimate name for Sasha, usually reserved for his lover. Slava Bogu - Thank God Ya tyebya lyublyu - I love you

He gestured for her to follow him when she didn’t reply to his question. Kimberly couldn’t give a reply to his question because she didn’t know what to say and wasn’t sure of anything anymore. One minute she had thought that everything was fine and she was having fun, the next minute everyone was murdered in cold blood by some huge animals. So, right now she has no idea what to think anymore.

"Huh! Who are you?" A small rodent said. "What?" Wilson was stumped that a rodent could actually talk. "I said, who are you?" The small rodent repeated. Wilson was too shocked to say a word. His mouth was hanging ajar. "You do understand what I am saying, don't you?" The little rodent asked him. "What are you?" Wilson finally managed to ask. "I am Young! The smartest living rodent in all the world. Nice to meet you!" It extended a paw for a handshake. Wilson looked at paw in awe.

He understands that Minos is most likely autistic. Minos joyfully swims around, engaged in a game of tag with Electra, Meli, Petros, and another little merling girl. He wears a small blue wrap around the upper part of his tail, adding a touch of color to his ensemble. Minos' tail is a mesmerizing forest green with blue stripes and yellow fin tips. His forest green hair also has subtle blue layers, perfectly complementing his unique appearance.

Leaning back with my legs spread wide. I place the back of my hand on my thigh with my middle finger erect, and I meet her gaze, licking my lips. “I will not fuck you tonight, Little Bird,” I say in a husky tone as my eyes roam over her seductive body that’s making my cock twitch beneath my slacks. “You aren’t ready for me just yet. But I do want you to come over here and fuck my finger.” Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I slip my finger between my lips, generously coating it with my saliva before I return it to my thigh. “Come here, Little Bird, and sit on my finger. Show me what you look like when you come. And be sure to moan my name…” I demand with a slight hiss.