The Mouse That Roared Book Novels & Stories

Tom was the only one still glued into the area as if he was waiting for something more to come through the brush. Paranoid was the first word that came to my mind at that point. But when the animalistic roar came from behind the trees, I understood his paranoia. Out of the depths several creatures burst forward into view leaving an explosion of limbs and leaves in their wake. They stopped in their tracks and began making odd clicking noises with their mouths then let out a loud high-pitched scream signaling to every creature in the area that they had found the prey to whet their appetites.

Celine was tired and hungry. Roar sped off and came back a moment later with a rabbit in his jaw. He padded forward and lay the kill at her feet. His eyes hopeful as he motioned for her to feast on it. Celine glanced down at the gift he had brought her. The sight made her hungrier. She swiped her tongue along her mouth before sinking her canine into the food. Roar watched her, smitten, as she ate the rabbit greedily. He patiently waited for her to offer some of it but that moment never came. She let out a growl of satisfaction after she was done. Rabbit's blood smearing her mouth. Roar got up and affectionately licked the blood off her mouth.

I drooled and stepped just a bit nearer to my target. Roaring, a black figure leapt at me, knocking me off my legs and almost rolling me over on my back. Instinctively, I kept the motion going until I was back on my paws. Jaws snapped at my shoulder, but I twisted away. My ears rang with another roar, but I howled back and made a lunge of my own, almost catching his foreleg in my teeth. We both backed off and circled, and he was magnificent, his black fur almost blue, his proud stance a poem in the starlight.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Just as I was starting to lose hope, a deafening roar echoed through the cellar, "ROARRR!!” My heart froze, my eyes widening in terror as the roar grew louder, more menacing. The ground beneath me seemed to tremble, and I could feel the vibrations of heavy footsteps echoing through the cellar. Whatever was making that noise was coming for me, and it was getting closer… A tiger!

The murmur of conversation filled the air, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the sound of footsteps echoing against the walls. Finally, we reached my room, and I ushered the mouse inside with a gentle gesture. I paused for a moment to take in the familiar surroundings, the cozy warmth of my room enveloping me like a comforting embrace. As I settled down at my desk, the letter from the mouse's friend clutched tightly in my hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement stirring within me. I felt the weight of the mouse on my shoulder, and chuckled softly as it nudged against my cheek, its tiny paws scrambling for attention. It had not, in fact, forgotten the promise of m

He howled loud and long– it was a call and despite the distance he knew they heard. Lyall howls back. They were ready for war.

said the little mouse, whose voice sounded more mature than when he was in his mouse form. “Hehehe, Of course! I, the Roc, will prove that I’m worthy to be your brother! The black lightning of destruction, strike for me!” Shouted the small bird, also in the form of a Roc. Its massive body was suddenly engulfed by black lightning, and at its command, the lightning bolts attacked the formation above its head. BOOOOOMMMM BOOOOOMMMM CRACKKKKK

"Roosevelt, lost in madness, stared with eyes full of bloodlust. Eloise smiled, mocking him. 'I told you I would ruin you, Your Majesty. May bitterness and sorrow be your eternal companions.'" Micha's brows tightened. "She provoked a man who already lost everything. That's suicide." The next lines formed slowly, dramatically. A roar shook the skies. Not human. Not beast. Ancient. "A dragon appeared. Black scales, silver eyes, wings stretching wider than any castle. It landed with pride, lowering itself before Roosevelt." Both of us froze. A dragon. A real dragon. Even the book seemed to tremble on the page. The dark-winged creatures bowed. The dragon bowed to Roosevelt.

Broken cries forced their way out of my throat. The Werelions’ growls became louder… deeper… more impatient. Their golden eyes glowed fiercely in the dark. Saliva dripped from their mouths. They weren’t waiting anymore. They were closing in. Slowly. Carefully. Like hunters enjoying the fear of their prey. My legs shook badly. I stumbled back. “Please… don’t… don’t kill me…” My voice trembled helplessly. Suddenly— “ROAR!!!” The leader let out an earth-shaking roar.