Raising A Bat Novels & Stories

This was the same kid I'd raised with everything I had for seven years. Should I give him another shot? Yeah. One more shot.

Still, she called me her little bat so I knew she wasn’t upset even if she didn’t clarify it. My smile was frozen in place, and I forgot my phone for a moment to brew myself another fresh pot of coffee. Bats are small, with beady eyes and leathery wings. They sleep during the day and appear scary to some because they’re all black and swoop forward quickly. I’ve held one in my hands before, and fed it a banana while it was recovering from an injured wing. I was sixteen years old and found it whimpering behind an abandoned shed on my way back to the orphanage from school. Francine calls me her little bat because I adore the color black, and I’m quite small myself. That being said, I’m also int

The little bat looked at Kiara again then flew towards her and landed on the table . " Miss......you don't need to be so sad . " said the little bat with a smile . Kiara looked around a bit scared , to see where the voice was coming from . " Down here ! " said the little bat . Kiara looked down on the table and saw the white little bat waving at her . " Hello ! " said the little bat and made Kiara flinch shocked .

The one Noah showed me was rather unusually named "The God of Blood Bats". I looked at it again carefully and found a brief record of one thing on it. A hundred years ago, a nobleman of the Blood Race had discovered that there still existed a race of Blood Bats that almost no one knew about, the Blood Bats. Unlike other blood races, although blood bats suck blood, after sucking blood, their whole body will turn blood red. Sucking blood from the Blood Bats before draining them and using it on other Bloods will cause them to lose control and go berserk.

Jarred whimpered as he blindly groped in the crate for something to defend himself with—a tire iron, a crowbar, anything—and desperate hope surged as his fingers curled around something wooden wrapped in worn, cracked tape. The thing settled onto its haunches, gathering itself. “Let’s get it on!” It sprang forward, a dark blur of decayed flesh, gnashing white teeth, blazing green eyes. Without thinking, he yanked the wooden object free of the crate and swung it with every ounce of strength he had, and only as it passed did he see . . . It was a bat. An old, worn Louisville Slugger. His son’s old baseball bat. The one he’d given Bryan for his twelfth birthday, back when things had been good b

"Ekkkk!Kekekekek!" Jubatus the giant bat was startled when he saw Erella on his back. But after a few moments, he went back to his senses and he went mad knowing that a little lowly human was on his back. He could never imagine that a lowly human could ride on his back. Surely, his brethren back in devildom will laugh at him if they will know that a weak-looking human was able to ride on him. Just thinking about it, made him more furious.

With her mouth still murmuring words, Suna looked up at the ceiling, her words became louder and louder, more blood trickled out of her eyes and rolled down to her cheeks. At once, the faces of a thousand people showed in the green light on the ceiling, Suna scanned each face, her mouth murmuring words and her eyes shedding more blood. Slowly, she let down her face, and saw a knife beside the golden jug on the table. She picked it up, walked towards a cage filled with bats, she opened it, picked up a bat which flung its wings nonstop. Suna held it tight around her neck and walked towards the altar, the blood that dripped nonstop from her eyes fell on her hands but she didn't care about that,

Alexander is upside down on his bed when I open the door, his feet planted against the wall, his face red with the rush of blood, his shirt riding up to expose his pale belly. "Why are you upside down?" I ask, even though I know better than to expect a reasonable answer. "Practicing being a bat," he announces, as if this is the most logical thing in the world. His voice sounds congested, thick, all the blood settling in his head making him sound like he's underwater. "Why do you need to practice being a bat?" "In case I need to be a bat someday. Ethan says it's good to have diverse skills. I'm diversifying."

The spiked bat would be my best bet. I picked it up and it was so heavy yet my anger had no bounds. I was hungry and angry. I was filled with so much anger it could burn worlds. I literally had nothing to lose. As my motto said, if I could not escape, I would at least die but this time, this time I would go down swinging. I stood by the door, the bat heavy in my hand as I gripped it with both hands.

She bent down to look closely at the mirror and laughed happily, "Found it." Hana punched the glass on the window hard, and the furniture inside the room slowly appeared. A large box was set in the middle of the floor. In it was a bat bound with black barbed wire. It was lying on its breath; Hana touched the rope, then she rubbed it with mermaid tears. The bat closed its eyes, breathing becoming weaker and weaker. Hana was afraid that if she didn't hurry, it would die.