Names For Rats Novels & Stories

The Wicked witch Inside the cage there were five other rats plus me to make six in number. They were all laughing at me at first and I asked why they were laughing, the youngest one said am ugly. I was so keen to leave the cage. I did not know what to do because I was a rat. I tried to destroy the cage by pushing it hard.

“I have a pet rat named Sir Itsy. He’s a familiar.” My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. “Really?” She nodded vigorously. “He’s very old, but he doesn’t look it.” Raven chuckled. “Well, you can tell them all about Sir Itsy over dinner.” I looked over at Jase and smiled. “And do you have a pet, too?” He chuckled. “I have a cat named Sour Puss.” I laughed. “You named him that?” Jase shook his head. “No, he told me what his name was.” He shrugged. “He’s not up to meeting new people, but he likes me.”

Gandr told them, flicking his eyes to gauge their response. "A c-cave rat?" The gnomes told stories about cave rats but no one could confirm if they were real. They were rumored to grow as large as a unicorn and liked to eat gnome-lets for breakfast. "It was just a baby cave rat. I ate it to make sure it would not grow up. You heard its final scream."Gandr went back to picking his teeth. "What about its mother?" All the gnomes began to back away and look frantically at the walls.

But, naming them rats is an insult to rat species really. Besides the rat boys, we have cockroach Thalia, who is a warrior’s daughter. The nickname cockroach suits her more than I can put into words. I call her that because she really is the most disgusting creature to ever walk this earth. I know it sounds horrible, but really, you should meet her. She has platinum blonde hair, smooth skin and her body is thin. She looks hot, absolutely perfect. Don’t you just hate it when someone has it all? Besides her personality, that is. Or any personality at all, I should say.

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.

She was a dirty little rat. To her, Miss Lilith was like a mother, sister and friend. When she was starving from hunger…all most dying in a ditch in the street. Miss Lilith was the one who took a dirty street rat like her, bathe her in warm water, gave her clothes and although it was a simple meal Miss Lilith has made…it made her stomach full of happiness and she would eat it every day with relish. Miss Lilith was the one who named her Mary Lin. Suddenly she was not a dirty thing, thief, street rat or You…she was simply Mary Lin, Miss Lilith’s little Mary.

I went to bed that night in anticipation of a dead rat but I woke up the next morning, and the fish was missing but I could perceive no stench smell. I began to notice their presence after I returned from the burial but I had never seen the rat until the moment I met it speeding on the hallway and I dodged towards my room door like I was the one trespassing on its land. It was a huge rat. Maybe it was referred to as Mancho in its land, maybe it even worked out. It was just that huge. It sped to the kitchen. I called Tunde immediately. I knew rats do not bite but I always jumped at the sight of it.

Geneva loosened her fierce grip on his arm and picked up the rat that didn't even squirm. "Ghost rats can't be dangerous or have rat diseases, can they?" She could feel his shrug even with her back turned. "Our own personal ghost pet and I'll name it Mickey." She announced. "How sure are you that it's a male?" His unexpected question made her twirl to face him. "Even if it's a female, Mickey should do." "Minnie," he suggested. "Does this look like a Minnie to you?" "It does look like a mini you."

"You know how disgusting it is for me to get a weird grunt from rats if I look at them. They live in gutters and how dirty they look." She made a face as if she had eaten something bitter. "Then give them a place to live in your house, and then they will not live in a dirty place." Kabir said while tying the bandage on her leg. "I've kept a rat. Enough. No one else needs ..." She laughed and said. "So you're calling me a rat ..." "I didn't even name anyone. It's called a straw in a thief's beard." She messed up Kabir's hair and spoke mischievously.

That said a lot for a girl who once couldn't stop talking. The rest of our friends, whom we affectionately called the 'Royal Rat Pack', trickled in soon after us. The name 'Rat' came from the word Brat. The adults used to joke and call us 'little brats' when we were younger, and Aaron couldn't say the 'b' in Brat, so we adopted the name.