Creepy Rufus The Mole Rat Novels & Stories

Remembering that we still had a second mole within our mists that needed to be taken care of as I move to emit a low growl from deep within my chest. Our men BETTER have found something, I growl. The need to get my hands dirty now rising. Having thought we fixed our mole problem by eliminating Lucifer and mounting his head on the traitor's pike, only to learn that there was a second one within our mists which resulted in bigger problems as the moles kept showing up just like roaches. Eliminate one and two more took its place.

And slowly, something starts to come out of the ashes. A black creature with black fur and red eyes. No bigger than any of the logs. Limping out of the brick fireplace and letting out small coughs like a little child. It's a Rogue. A baby. A pup.

“Stay here yourself and be ready. The locals are unlikely to go to this house, it is considered cursed. But keep an eye on everything here. The men nodded. Baruz climbs the stairs to the second floor . Around garbage, old boards, dust, cobwebs. The steps creak under the weight of the body. He goes upstairs, it's dark here . With tattered furniture around. Part is covered, once with white sheets, now dirty gray. Through the clogged windows, moonlight faintly penetrates in thin strips, illuminating the old sofa. Baruz collapsed heavily into it. Crossing your legs and spreading your arms in different directions . Dust rose, playing in the rays. - Szazzul, there is a conversation with yours, com

he says with a smile as a question popped into my mind. "I actually have a question, do mice drink milk?" I ask it was the question I told Blake I'd have to get back to him on, Ink gives me a weird look as Anthony walks back out the basement handing something over to Ink, he quickly takes it sending me a quick wave before walking out the kitchen.

After saying that, I browse through my [Mini Map], the forest is small so my [Mini Map] was able to cover the full map of the entire forest. "Young Master…I think I know where this Chutullusia might be…A few months ago, my Zombie gatherer who has been roaming the entire forest to gather resource was often disappeared in their search…after much researched, I found out they were actually abducted by this octopus-like creature living in the lake up north…After a few battle between me and him, I wasn't able to defeat him as he always fled to the bottom of the lake…that guy is both annoying and a coward actually..". (Alfred)

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.

Their skin was pale, leprous, and had a strange discoloration. Moles and the stigma of mutations and disease. Ragnar had a strange memory of the twisted forest outside the cave. When I opened my mouth, I somehow realized that these people were people like the deformed trees there. The scariest part is that these creatures were clearly human or never existed. her or their His ancestors were people like his tribe. How old was she, Ragnar wondered. how many billions? Had to trigger a race of monsters sent from underground in slow motion? Was there a stigma to mutations?

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.