Mushu Novels & Stories

I knew they wouldn't answer back as to not give away my location and status to my prey. The delay had me making up the distance and by the time I cleared the first quarter of the maze, my target had disappeared. Slowing my steps I looked away at the hedges and the small trees planted amongst the bamboo chutes. I heard the breaking of a twig behind me and I stood still. "I wasn't expecting you to be out here. You of all people. You were one of my best soldiers Shields. I liked you." I went to turn but then the person spoke up again.

There was Masroshi, Saagu Bondibai, Mas Huni and Roshi. Masroshi is a traditional Maldivian food. It is a stuffed and fried dough filled with smoked tuna and grated coconut. The other one was the Saagu Bondibai or Sago Pudding. It was a sago with warmed coconut milk and a condensed milk combination. It was one of Maldives' most delicious and famous creamy desserts.

It was much more sour than what she was used to, but she choked it down. He shrugged. “Nothing. I’m just not used to sharing my table with anyone.” A servant came in and took their bowls away. “Did you get enough to eat.” Despite the small bowl, the stew was quite filling. Nya nodded. “Yes, thank you.” His smile brightened slightly as if to show he was glad she was pleased. Slate leaned forward, his elbows on the table, an offense Queen Shue would’ve called him out for if Nya’s mother had been present. “Tell me about this power of yours.”

Darrion looked worried. Then, another joined in. It was the other pet, a Mousling. This pet is a bigger version of mouse, but its body was rounder and it had a long and bushy ringtail. This Mousling’s tail, however, was wrapped in bandage, also with its left foot.

“H-Hi?” The monster named Lil’ Mushade had his chin up into the air as he studied the stranger knocking on his door earlier. Everything about this mushroom variant screamed over-inflated arrogance in a way that made Felix and Johan look humble. What gave him the confidence and ego to look down on others like an inferior species when he was draped in an awful sense of fashion?

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Nothing could mask the sheltered upbringing she was exuding. “Bjorn,” Eustace said, coming to rest a soothing hand on Mel’s shoulder, calming the young woman down. “The hunt isn’t as dangerous as you’re making it out to be, and I am sure as a Sprite she could have a few contributions to make.” She addressed Mel, “Your help and knowledge would be appreciated when looking out for certain vegetables and spices to bring back to the clan, maybe something even new we’re not so accustomed to?” ‘Oh, no. Not this.’ Mel silently cowered. She knew enough about vegetation, but not much to be outstanding, and she doubted that the werebears didn’t already know whatever plant-based knowledge she was going

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She compared Maria's photo to Philip's photo, both of them looked so alike and that was when Dana got chills. Maria looked very familiar but she didn't know where she had seen Maria before. Those grey eyes of Philip, she could never forget it. She felt like something was playing with her memory making her experience Deja Vu. In order to confirm and remember, she was going to visit the CRUZ company and have a little chat with the creator of the enterprise, Maria Cruz. Maria got a call from someone that she knew and she excused herself from the board meeting. "Yes, what is it?"

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.