Narnia Mouse Novels & Stories

As my eyes travel down the wall, they focus on something really small scurrying along the floorboards and then I realize that it is just a tiny mouse with a piece of bread in its mouth, hurrying off to its home in the wall. Squinting, I see his little beady black eyes as he chitters at me with excitement before disappearing into the tiny hole by my bed. “Hm. That’s what I heard?” I murmur under my breath as a chill runs down my spine because it is a little cool for a summer night.

Sensing how slurred her speech was, Zivon couldn’t help but raise a brow as he replied, “…Have you been drinking?” “Just a little… Sparkling wine has a low alcohol percentage anyway…!” …Even if she said that, it simply signified that she could get drunk easily from the weakest alcohols! Just as he was about to say something, however, Whitney suddenly grabbed onto his arm while yelling, “M-mouse! Mouse…!” Following a subtle sigh, he told Nathan to deal with it… and shortly after, Nathan successfully chased the rodent away. “I’ve dealt with the mouse, but… since this is the first floor, there may be more mice around… Don’t worry, I’ll have you moved to a higher ward as quickly as possible,” sa

There was too many of them. I stared desperately from the shifting fog back to the Erelim again. Fear engulfed me. Pushed my face into the pillow. I screwed my eyes tight shut. 'Once a King or Queen of Narnia, Casey Brogan', whispered Mr Tumnus, slipping his warm hand into mine, 'always a King or Queen of Narnia.' My eyes flew open.

Lucas was the mischievous mouse, and Andrei, the good-natured yet sometimes clueless cat. ‌ Their first expedition to expand their territory was nothing short of an adventure. They ventured into uncharted woods, following Lucas's lead, and encountered obstacles that ranged from a river that was wider than they expected to a colony of particularly vocal and opinionated squirrels. ‌ One day, as they stood at the edge of a dense thicket, Lucas pointed dramatically into the unknown. "There, my fearless alpha, lies the path to new territory! It's rumored to be guarded by the ferocious 'Fluffy-tailed Guardians.' Are you ready?"

"Anyway, if you want to continue 'sleeping', I might as well tell you a story. Sharpen your ears, little girl, this is good." "Seven years ago, I caught a very small mouse, together with the mouse's mother, I put them into a small, closed room." The man continued walking around her. "They were really scared! I am not bad of a person! Sigh, their reaction really hurts me... The small mouse was really scared that it started trembling! I know I have to put it at ease, so I painted their room purple- it's favorite color!"

She turned to look at Trish. “Are you going to help me?” she added. Trish was stunned. He held his breath for a few seconds and swallowed his saliva with difficulty before nodding. “Sure,” he said while smiling bitterly, then turned his gaze to the mouse. “Hey, look. It seems to have reacted,” shouted Anwen. The mouse walked around a few times before finally falling in place. Anwen opened the cage when the mouse didn’t move at all. She thought the mouse was dead, but it had just passed out.

said Suzie, we are now walking to our room. "Yup ..." I replied. She giggled. "He's so handsome! Especially his friends who are underground racers." I looked at her. What under ground racers is she talking about? "Under ground racers? What's that?" She covered her mouth. And inhaled. "Don't you know yet? Anyway, maybe that wasn't mentioned in the mansion. I'll tell you what I know, but promise me you won't tell anyone, Zella. Promise me." said Suzie and we stopped walking.