Creepy Rufus The Mole Rat Novels & Stories

Rector said, his voice almost whispering, “See there? The slightest stoppage of wind, it was possibly about to…” Rector’s words were cut short when an explosion of dirt and rocks in a circular shockwave shot out from under the ward. A large white creature blurred out from the centre of the dirt explosion, and with long slightly curved three-inch black claws, struck out at the ward, destroying the ball of magic in a heartbeat. Landing on two incredibly muscular front legs and while still half protruding out from the mound it had created, the white mole-like creature turned its head, and with completely white eyes and loud snorts it sniffed the air. After a few seconds, the beast seemed satisf

“Now?” I nod. “More than ever.” This new information gives way to a new expression on his face. Instead of looking super annoyed, he looks curious, suspicious—even careful, if that furrowed brow reveals anything. Good. He should be. Because the thing about moles? They’re not just rats in fancy coats. They’re quiet. Patient. The kind of people who know how to smile with you, bleed beside you, and still slit your throat the second you turn your back.

Carson had his eyes wide open as sweat entered his eyes burning and reddening them, afraid to miss something, especially with the flickering lights. Reaching his short but long destination, Carson pulled back the machine with all his strength. That was when he saw it. “Ahhh!” He screamed out loud and backed up until he tripped on an object and fell. Anderson was right. It was a rodent. A huge rat the size of a football. Its black fur glowing with lights. It stopped what it was munching on and looked up threateningly with its red eyes at the intruder that had just ruined its meal.

“And take us to the nearest ritual room.” “Got it.” Wulfie continued down the driveway and into the street that encircled the wildflower garden around the hotel, the palace, and the High Court building. I twisted around in my seat and stared at the disappearing hotel, looking for signs of the black insects. “What on earth was that?” I asked. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” Griff snarled. “They had glossy black carapaces like scorpions, but they could also fly.” “Fucking Hades,” I growled.

Lira furrowed her brow and murmured, "This rat isn't normal... Why didn't it struggle when we caught it?" Malcolm shifted the creature slightly, still holding it, to get a closer look. The rat emitted a guttural hiss as it flailed in his hands, baring its long yellow teeth. Its fur was sparse, revealing patches of raw, inflamed flesh beneath, and its claws seemed to come to a sharp point, like small knives. "Not right," Malcolm said, his voice low but steady. "No rat grows this size. And those eyes... they're not normal." "It's like it's been... mutated or something," Lira said, her words faltering as though she couldn't even believe them.

Rufus shook his head fast as if to let the reality of those fables slide from his exhausted mind. He didn’t watch any of the war, nor could he hear any of it from the position he sat, deep in the cavern of the beastmen, at the confluence that led into the narrow tunnel of bones. He sat just out of eyeshot of the writhing twin creatures behind the stone bars. His mind reeled as he studied the creatures and then looked away. In many a night time fable, he’d heard tales of creatures like these, called Uilepheists.

Even if you’re safe in your slumber spot for the day, you feel it. She laughs, quite obnoxiously and it makes my stomach churn. Nearly like the cackle of a witch who is underestimated and about to do some major shit. The male who’d been rubbing her down gets up and goes to a nearby chair to sit. He’s human, and likely her pet of the week. Some sort of … panther shifter perhaps.

Inside, her parents moved quietly through the farmhouse, shadows in the yellow light of the kitchen window. She scratched behind one of the pup’s ears. All three heads tilted in perfect unison, as though one soul shared the gesture. “They don’t see it yet,” she whispered. “But I do. You’re not a monster. You’re special. And one day, you’ll prove it.” Cerebus licked her hand—three tongues at once—and she laughed softly. The Awakening Far below the earth, deeper than miners had ever dug and older than the hills themselves, something stirred.

Inside, it was pitch black, with the smell of disinfectant mixing with a strange, putrid stench. The BRF corridors were filled with broken lab equipment, rat carcasses, and chemical fluids dripping from leaking pipes. [Warning! You are entering the 'Biological Research Facility' area!] [Detection of 'Acid Mutant Zombies' and 'Superior Mutant Formula Project' active!] [Warning! Kevin’s 'Superior Fitness Mutant' detected in the deepest part of the BRF!] "Damn! Kevin is already inside!" Bima growled. "We have to find that Mutant Calming Leaf as fast as possible!" Riska urged.

said Fluttershy. Next I put the two holograms of a buglin and rupter a side and uploaded eight mobs infected by the COTH “These are mobs are infected by the COTH aka the Core Of The Hive six mobs while two mobs has two different variations the six mobs are Villager, Pig, Sheep, Zombie, Cow and Wolf, their job was to kill other mobs and merge into advanced mobs. These parasitic mobs or “husks” are gruesome by appearance and they are ones to have tricks of their own once they die they either drop a head or explode and summon buglins” I said “honestly I feel bad for these critters” said Applejack “I know you girls feel bad for these critters but I’m not sure these critters react to see you” I e