Mighty Med And Lab Rats Crossover Novels & Stories

"Let my pup go right now or I swear..." "You swear what?!" he mocked, leaning his disgusting snout closer to my face. "Hmm? You're all alone in the woods. In our territory. A lone wolf." He squeezed my throat harder, making black spots dance in the corners of my vision. "You know what we wererats do to werewolves when we see them? WE EAT THEM AND THEIR BABIES!!" He threw his head back and laughed again. "Lord..." the rat holding Mael suddenly spoke. Its beady yellow eyes were wide, completely fixated on the tiny cut on Mael's forehead. "This pup... it's not a normal wolf. He has the blood of a... a god! Their god!"

From memory they definitely didn’t seme this skinny and almost alienlike. Long nails, yellow and brittle looking, but fiercely sharp. Waxy white skin, covered in a soft down of ugly hairs, on arms and legs and weirdly oversized rib cages that are not in proportion to their bodies in any way. They’re uglier than I thought like this. Bony, no connections to the human qualities of Darrius. “Various degrees of DNA dilution. These are mongrels. Or as Darrius would call them, Gutter rats.” Leyanne points out as Carmen and Sierra turn to human to join us. “Wings are common in pure, just not so much in rats.”

A brief time later, Charlotte shouted out, "Look at those thieving fat rats!" Jamien and I jumped as we saw the horde of rats approaching. They had a ferocious look in their eyes, red as hell. Charlotte swung at them while Jamien lit the incinerator on top of his shoulder. "Why aren't they dying, even though we keep beating them until they bleed to death?" I said to Jamien. "Good heavens, that loony woman appears to have mutated these rats into something else entirely," remarked a flustered Charlotte. As one of the rats sank its teeth into his leg, drawing blood, I desperately tried to free himself and strangle the bloated rodent.

As she spoke, she tenderly stroked Christopher's face. Christopher looked at me smugly, a shrewd glint flickering in his eyes from time to time. That familiar look instantly dragged me back into the past. Every time he wore that expression, it meant I was about to be whipped. At the thought of the pain from those days, I flinched. Christopher smiled with satisfaction. Meanwhile, the researcher of the basement laboratory, Gene Harding, chuckled at Eliza's words and cast a meaningful glance over Christopher. "I told you that as long as you handed Sutton Parker over to me for five years, Christopher would definitely recover. Here's the medicine—take it home with you. After seven days, Christoph

Their eyes glowed red. “I’ve got this, Mom,” Ralin said confidently. He quickly created his own air shield, adding a bit of pale green color so Leesa would know what he was doing. The rodents did not make as much noise slamming into the barrier as the crows did, but their fur sizzled more loudly than the birds’ feathers as they died. The swarm of rats kept coming, climbing up upon the bodies of their fellows to try to get at their three targets. The stench of their charred corpses was even stronger and more foul than that of the crows.

She nodded and asked him about his mission. She really wasn't expecting for Yman to acquire such a quest. After all, rats were a very hated pest. They were gross and scary. Yeah, they have fluffy fur, but they were not cute to pet. Well, depending on rats though. Since there were rats also that looks cute like a highbred hamster. Highbred hamsters intentionally bred for petting purposes. But the thing was, Yman took the quest about the Evil Rats! Those Evil Rats were hideous looking with the body as big as normal pigs. And their mouths were dripping with greenish saliva that contains poison. And those pointed teeth outside its mouth, well, scary and gross when it bites you.

“There is nothing here, but rubbish and feral animals.” “The water did that to the rat,” Lyric told him. “Like it turned me into the zombie.” “Mhm,” he guided her onto the bridge. The Mer soldier that he had sent away returned holding a clear container in his hands. Lyric paused and followed him with her eyes as he returned to where the rat was trapped beneath the pot and transferred it into the container instead. The rat did not like the change of accommodation. “You were shiny and healthy, too, Lyric,” he observed. “Under the blood.”

Their loud conversations as they brought in coolers for my organs. But most importantly, the glass jars. Lining the walls of the underground laboratory were long glass jars. Each jar had a pup suspended in liquid… but not normal dead pups. They looked like a failed experiment. The pups were mangled, like they had been tortured before death. Most of them a cross between a wolf and a child. Alpha Tristan swore hotly, his eyes flashing amber as he ran a hand through his hair. It was the most emotion I had ever seen him show.

The poor thing's symptoms were straight out of a horror flick: muscles clenching like crazy, nerves on fire, bleeding inside, gasping for air, and foaming at the mouth. Some of them even had their hearts stop cold turkey. According to the timeline, the rat had been juiced up with three rounds of Starlight Blossom serum and should have had enough antibodies to not just drop dead on the spot. Leon smelled a rat with the data. He fired up his computer and dove into the numbers.

"Please, STOP! I'M BEGGING YOU, SPARE MY LIFE! ARGHHHHHH AHHHH NOOO PLEASE." "DON'T, SPARE MY LIFE." Her voice is quite irritating. Her container has a lot of rats inside and they are big though, her container is also big. No wonder she's still alive. Even rats hates her. "Make it quick, I'm pretty busy today." He looked at me and raise his right thumb. After he put every piece of centipedes inside of the container she scream louder but it's constantly decreasing probably because some of the centipedes already went inside of her body maybe in her ears? Nose? In that area? Well it doesn't really matter to me as long as she die.