Narnia Mouse Novels & Stories

She had said weakly before her hazel eyes darkened completely, pouring out black, murky tears and her hair welcomed a fine, touch of black shade. The bane-vine twists, hissing and they fell off turning from earthy-brown to black chaff, letting Annabelle move freely.Annabelle massage her wrists and then her ankle as each mouse fell off her body, squeaking loudly each falling to the ground and standing upright facing her, their furs transformed from black to white each of them standing on their hind legs. Annabelle turns to the door and each mouse rush towards the door escaping through the holes on the door each squeaking loudly.

It moved in short, nervous bursts, looking for anything to eat. I watched it, my heart beginning to pick up speed, though it was a small mouse. Instantly, I looked for any abnormalities. All animals I’d ever seen in the northern realm weren’t like the animals from the history books. The animals that existed today were a little… mutated. A bit different. And then I found the abnormality the moment the mouse turned… it had two tails. “Huh,” I breathed. I leaned forward slowly, making sure my silk robe didn't rustle against the stone. I kept my voice a low, steady whisper so as not to scare it away. “Come here, little guy.”

Due to Dunstan's height, Isabella couldn't see him from where she was standing, so she was startled and taken aback until she saw the talking mouse. "Hello! Young lady! You must be Isabella, right? I've been expecting you!" Isabella turned around as if she was confirming what she saw was real. But I mean, we rode a huge eagle here, why was she so surprised about a talking little mouse? 'Isabella, that's Dunstan, Isobel's magic pet mouse." 'So he could talk?' 'Yes, among other things he could do.' "Yes! Miss Isabella! I could even read your sign language!"

Storytelling tells them in a dream world. "Daddy read it." "You know deer?" "What is Mommy mouse deer?" "Mouse Deer is the most adorable animal in the whole world. Daddy really likes mouse deer. Once upon a time, Deer and Mouse Deer lived in the same cage. Even though they are different types, they love each other. Share the same food and sleep the same. Deer and Deer always together in pleasure, Deer loves the mouse deer also loves the deer. Deer loves the mouse more, because the deer can see that the day the hare grows bigger and is very adorable. Makes Deer worried that there are bad hunters who will steal the hare. Deer always try to protect the hare. one day, there was a flock of crows.

Taking a small risk, she spoke a little bolder than usual this morning. Dallion’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he observed her defiance. This little mouse was still trying to run, unaware that her fate was already sealed. He’d let her believe there was hope, for now. But soon, she'd learn it wasn’t the cat who had caught the mouse—it was a wolf. And wolves didn’t toy with their prey; they tore it apart.

said the little mouse to the little bird. "You're right, my brother. Let's go! The sooner the better!" replied the little bird, waiting for the little mouse to climb onto its back. Then, after the little mouse climbed on, the two of them darted out of the new Northern Continent towards the Sky Sect where they used to play and grow up. They left in a hurry and did not wait for the blue whale to call them again. On the way, the two of them met several pirates who were preparing to explore the new Northern Continent. But the two of them happily robbed everything they saw without regard to where it came from. Whether they were pirates, ships from powerful forces, or people who were just curious

CHAPTER 9 /MAVERICK/ I leaned back against the headboard of Nathan’s bed, watching him type away furiously on his laptop. He was sitting at his desk, taking this more seriously than I thought he would. I couldn't help but smirk. It was actually hilarious how easy it was to manipulate the department's top student. All it took was a little pressure, a couple of touches, and a reminder about his precious recommendation letter, and he was completely under my thumb. It was nearly pitiful to see him think he'd struck a business deal to save his career when I simply just loved seeing him bend to my will. The arrogant senior who had talked down to me on day one was now doing my homework while I chil

“Damn,” Anton murmurs, tapping his fingers soundlessly on the table while he processes everything Laila just said. “That is…that is definitely not the bedtime stories I was told as a child.” “Oh,” Laila says, turning to him with wide-eyed interest. “What kind of stories did you have?” “About a mouse,” he answers instantly, quite earnest, snapping his gaze to hers, “that would come and take the teeth you lost as a child, give you money for them –“

Walking over to the snack machine, I see something really small moving behind it in the shadows. I lean down to see a mouse about the size of a golf ball run across the floor to a hole in the wall and when it does, it turns around and squeaks at me. Laughing, I stand back up and watch as the door opens again from behind me out of the corner of my eye. Strangely, there is no one there.

Something black shuffled about a few feet away snuffling the ground. Stiffening Elaina waited as it drew closer, until finally it was right in front of her. She stared into beady black eyes that seemed to be placed too far apart on the creatures head. It shoved its mouse like snout into her neck and began sniffling. She could see that it wasn’t black after all, instead an almost burgundy color. Its body was long and rodent like, its long tail completely devoid of hair swished back and forth. Sharp claws protruding from its six legs dug into the dirt.