Mole-rat From Kim Possible Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

She struggled to climb to the spot where they had encountered the snow leopard before, but there was no sign of anyone in sight. "Russell! Russell!" Zoey was very flustered, and she was afraid that Russell would come unexpectedly. She opened her backpack and took out a bamboo tube. She opened the lid and poured out the King Worm inside. This was the first time Zoey saw its true appearance, a black beetle with golden spots. Zoey wanted to stimulate the Venomous Worm inside Russell's body so that even if Russell fainted, he could be awakened, or King Worm could find the location of that Venomous Worm, and she could find Russell accordingly.

Mia asked, blinking. The small grey creature sat there, staring at them like they were the intruders. It held a piece of crust in its tiny hands. Chewed. Blinked. Continued eating. Daniel snorted. “Well, he’s got good taste.” Axel sighed and crossed the room, grabbing a plastic container and nudging the rat into it. “Relax, it’s just a field rat. They wander in sometimes when there’s food left out.” Lauren climbed down dramatically. “I almost died. Do you know what a rat can do to a woman in her prime?”

“Rhia is my adopted mum. Some people attacked my pack when I was just a toddler. My biological mum hid me in an underground compartment. I stole glances through the cracks in the floorboards and saw a big-bellied balding man moving around our house with a blade in his hand. My mother had been shot with an arrow that was laced with crushed aconite. The plant is poisonous to my kind; it’s better known as wolf’s bane. In her weakened state, the bellied man chopped my mother’s head right from her neck.” A fat tear rolls down Kim’s face and I can almost feel her pain. I reach out and take her hand. Just as I do, a vision as clear as day plays out in my head. A vision of the same monster I saw the