Romans & histoires Creepy Rufus The Mole Rat

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

My stomach lurched, and my skin crawled. They were thin and sickly, almost furless like naked mole-rats. What bugged me the most was their wrinkly, flushed skin, slick with mucus and dark veins branching beneath. “Moon Goddess, w-why do they l-look so abominable?” I stuttered, nearly losing my stomach at the sight of the monstrous wolf. Then I remembered that Selene was powerless. We were on our own.

Myllyof tried to sound uninterested, but he was not in the same class of storyteller as Erwaith. “Why, yes of course it did. It contained an abundance of water and quite a few very nasty little bats. Oh…I do hate those little winged rats. I once saw what seemed like a millions bats fly out of a tree. It’s totally disgusting when you think about it. All those winged rats…eating bugs…of all things. Makes me want to wretch.” He shivered and quivered a bit. “What about the cave at Veldir?” Myllyof was getting a little anxious. Velsusi was looking rather surprised by his attitude and behavior.

The rat turned its muzzle towards Viktor, whiskers quivering, and fixed on him a blank jaundiced eye and a glistening empty eye socket. But this was only the beginning. From under the papers on the desk, from under the table, from the dark corners of the room, from the holes left in the floorboards by knots in the wood, and from the shady ceiling beams, crawling things came out. , decomposing bodies, stuffed vermin. Dead things. Suddenly a rotten hand full of worms came out from under his bed, at that moment absolute darkness covered his vision... ♦ ♦ ♦ "Erich? T… have I woken you up? "

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

The crowd spilled onto the platform, pursued by the knot of creatures that entered the hall. Svetlana’s mouth went dry. All three forms of Kosmops were present. Towering above the rest were tall humanlike figures wrapped up in their signature black trench-coats that were part of their hide. She knew that you could tell Kosmops from humans if you came closer, but in the dimness, they looked like well-fed Council bureaucrats from the Speak-House. Their retinue, however, instantly gave them away. Milling around their feet were snarling, slavering creatures that looked like bald dogs with oversized jaws and pink crania. The rattling came from them. Their tails were like those of rattlesnakes: fl

The inspectors stepped inside. Their faces changed immediately. Kira frowned. “What’s wrong?” Marcus entered the kitchen behind them and stopped frozen in the doorway. Kira was still holding the door, she left it immediately and finally stepped inside herself. What she saw made her blood pump three times faster than the usual pace. There was a dead rat on the floor. Not a small one. A massive rat, easily the size of a small cat. Its body was bloated and decomposing. Blood had pooled around it, dark and sticky on her shiny white tile floor, with maggot on it.

Curious beyond belief as to what it was they were murdering. There was what looked like a huge black rat, lying flat with the axe pierced through it. It had a long whipping tale. Almost like some lizards I’d seen back along the Sourthern Shores. It was a vicious looking thing with a thickly furred body on tiny spindly legs. Though it clearly had far too many legs for a rodent. Nearly as many as a spider. I’d never seen anything so horrifying. “What is that?” I pulled my head in to ask them.

The underground moisture mixed with the feces added to rat and bat droppings and numerous bugs, insects, and tiny creatures gave off a disgusting smell and spectacle. Iris felt strange to see the sight. She didn't particularly feel pleasure due to her previous terror that was slowly subsiding, but she didn't feel sorry for the evil maniac either. Dom coughed loudly and Y trembled and raised his head to show his sunken eyes and hollow cheeks of a creature who had to starve for decades, not more than a couple of days. Iris couldn't believe her eyes.