Narnia Mouse Novels & Stories

(As if she caught me up into the story, one I felt I needed to know the rest of, I pushed the door open a bit further to snake my way inside, Hael noticed me, he smiled but then looked back up at his mother as she continued on with the tale. With that the bear lifted his paw and the little mouse scampered off. "It will reward me for my kindness!" the bear repeated, and in spite of the fact that he was fast caught in a net he shook again with laughter. He was still laughing when the little mouse returned with a great flock of his fellows. All the mice at once began gnawing at the ropes of the net, and in a very short time they had freed the big bear. "You see," said the little mouse said, "al

I built the magic power inside me and then repeated the word I learned from the book. "Translationem ad mus!!" I yelled from the top of my lungs. "Oh, you sneaky little bitch!" I heard Rania yell on the side, but I ignored her and watched the smoke heading toward the mouse's body. It started to enter the mouse and slowly disappeared inside him. Then, the mouse suddenly came alive in my hands and started squealing. "Shit!" I cried and shoved the mouse inside the back. I expertly tied a rope around it the same way I had practiced a hundred times. The rope was charmed, too, so the mouse couldn't get out until someone let it out.

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.

After staring deeply at both him and Jenna, Xavia simply replied, “I’m afraid I have to correct you two, Brother-in-law, sister. That isn’t a mouse at all. Instead, it’s the carefully picked out Sylvie that I got for you.” …What? What the hell was a Sylvie? Just as everyone was wondering what Xavia was going on about, Nathan walked over while declaring, “I’ve caught the animal, Young Master Burton!” Once it came into view, it was revealed that the tiny fur ball had snow-white fur… and it was adorably hopping up and down in Nathan’s hand!

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.

Zayn stared at me and wiped a smudge of dirt off my cheek, his hand shaking just a little bit. "I'm glad you're back Ariana, your wolf is a terrible communicator, You just threw me across a room," he muttered, a small, dark smirk returning to his lips. "I think the little mouse just grew some very big teeth." "Don't... don't call me mouse," I grumbled, closing my eyes as the darkness of sleep finally took me. The last thing I heard was his low mischievous chuckle. "A cat bares its teeth at a wolf and now it wants to be called a Lion?" He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me whole.