Squirrel And Hedgehog Novels & Stories

I blink repeatedly. I open my eyes a little. This time, I found the monster by the venue with his hands on his hips. I blink at him and turn my head. My wandering eyes land on two small squirrels quarrelling at the top of the tree. It is a chase for nuts that is driving me nuts. Like a lunatic, I keenly observe their flight from branch to branch that halt at the hollow hood while I slip into the darkest lane of my brain.

If he'll be Huxley’s' sigil, we won't know until he hits his teens. We woke up one morning and the cottage was filled with a bunch of different animals that swarmed our living room. There were squirrels, raccoons, flocks of birds, bunnies, iguanas, possums, otters, monkeys, and a fucking anaconda. Even a cow tried to come in through the front door. Poor Zahir was frightened by the snake. His screaming cries echoed throughout Evergreen Forest. The only reaction from our twins was sparkling bright eyes with angelic smiles.

Thousands of hedgehogs filled the labyrinthine passages below. In the northeastern, the Five Great Shaman families included the Whiten family, known for their hedgehogs, which were legendary for curing all kinds of ailments. Those hedgehogs were scurrying among the cursed and poisoned people, treating them. Many had already woken up, looking around in terror, their worldviews shattered. "You're here. Don't panic. With me around, nothing will happen to you!" Arthur's voice echoed, surprising Chad. Looking at the old man, Chad saw a pure white hedgehog perched on his shoulder.

When she looks down, she saw a furry creature running towards the sleeping lady and about a handful of what looks like a squirrel gathers around her bed and staring intently at the visitor in the house. “Why are they looking at us like that?” Ariadne ask. “They protect her.” “How? They are squirrels. What can they do?” As if on cue, the so called squirrels hiss at them with their jaw spread open and sharp fangs lined up horrifyingly on their gums. They look like creatures form hell with the way their eyes glow. “They are not squirrels. They are Zlokha. Sacred creature raised by my kind to protect and became companion. Like dogs but they are more vicious.”

I attempted to pet them but they squealed and jumped on the ladder which instantly drove them out of sight. I was confused. “Why did they run when I tried to touch them?” Leader Atrix chuckled, “They feared you would ruin the spell the council put on them.” “What?” “The squirrels aren't ordinary, each of them have half a witch's prowess. Together they have enough power to overpower a witch. The council sent them here to keep an eye on me. They knew I wouldn't get rid of the squirrels cause they're really cute.” I smiled at the council's intellect.

Coit I’ve hunted lots of times either with my pack or alone. As a wolf shifter, it’s in my blood to do so. The selection of prey in Moon Grove is limited to small and mid-size prey. The largest thing I’ve hunted with my pack is a wild boar which is a rare occasion considering how tricky they can be to tussle with. On my own, I’ve mostly hunted rabbits and squirrels. ‘What are we hunting? I ask through the mind-link.

I might not be able to read it clearly, but it’s undeniably there. We walk a few more yards, and he huffs a sigh, actually looks over at me, and says, “There are animals out there.” We’re animals. Also, I didn’t see or smell any carnivores at all, only your garden-variety big vermin—raccoons, possums, and groundhogs. He knits his brow. “You might not smell them, but a predator can and will encroach on our territory at any time.” I just keep walking. We’re almost to the hill leading to home. So freaking close.

One of them wore tiny spectacles balanced precariously on its snout, the other was swishing its tail with impatience. “I told you the clouds were forming from the east, not the north!” one brayed indignantly. “And I told you, Cedric, you wouldn't know a rain sign if it kicked you in the hoof!” I stared. Scoffed softly. This place had officially tipped into the realm of the impossible. Every animal we passed was not just aware, but keenly intelligent. A squirrel trailed beside us on her hind legs, her fluffy tail twitching. Behind her, three tiny squirrel children chattered away, one stopping to poke curiously at a glowing mushroom.

An arrow shot so fast that it looked like a flash of shadow. It bounced off the ground not far from a forest squirrel, which flew away as another arrow hit the oak trunk. Twice escape from death was enough to convince the squirrel to return to its nest in the top of the pine tree. Two men approached each of their arrows, one of them picked an arrow from the ground, while the other one who looked older just lamented at his arrow, it pierced too deep into the trunk of a tree, it took the strength of a giant to pull it out.

Suzanne explained. "You did?" Kyle asked, surprised. "Stop exaggerating, Suzanne, it was a boar, a skunk, and a raccoon," Sonia pointed out. "I know what I saw," She insisted. "It was a hedgehog, a rabbit, and a wild dog," Austin pointed out. "Hold up..." Justin raised his palm. "Weren't y'all together?" They nodded in unison. "How come you saw different things," he demanded. They exchanged confused looks among themselves.