Rodent Characters Novels & Stories

well, since the first day I spoke with one, which was when I found Fubs nineteen years ago. I know you might be wondering how a rat could have lived that long. Fubs wasn't exactly the normal kind of rat we know of. It's of a breed called Wererodents and they are known for their awry ability to live as long as an average werewolf. Finally, I stepped into the carriage and I found it that the inside was even more massive than how the outside looked. But it was also filled up with several other individuals. With their scents, I believe most of them were humans.

As I ventured deeper, a low growl echoed through the tunnels, a guttural symphony that hinted at the presence of something far more ominous than the shadows. Suddenly, from the darkness emerged a horde of rats, their eyes glinting with an unsettling intelligence that transcended the natural order. These were no ordinary rodents; their size rivaled that of dogs, and their fur, matted and bristling, added to their grotesque appearance. My gaze locked onto their gnashing teeth, each rodent a harbinger of the unnatural lurking in the subterranean labyrinth. The rats moved with a collective precision, a predatory dance that echoed through the damp tunnels. Their tails whipped the air, leaving a t

The sound, the recent quake, and the smell of blood attracted the rats again, they left their burrows with bloodshot eyes and madly dashed towards the injured monsters. “Fuck! Rhino 4 and Rhino 5 help your brothers! Beenedict get out of the cave and finish the lizard with Skeletor! All the tunneling worms attack the rats with all you got! Earl and Rhino 10 prepare to attack if things go south!” He was starting to get nervous, biting his virtual nail as the rats neared Rhino 3, but the tunneling worms managed to gobble up the fastest ones, then, he hastily moved them to attackers.

As though going through some repulsive pregnancy, her stomach and chest become a heaving cavity of gore-speckled, stinking, burrowing rodents. My sole entertainment consists of watching a corpse rot while the rats gradually dismantle what's left... One rat moves a little closer to me than the others, as though inspecting me. It looks a little different too: the ears black-tipped. The others are all a uniform brown. It regards me, whiskers whiffling for a moment, then moves back to the main event, making itself at home on Juliana's rapidly collapsing chest. Ratty. Rat-like... Surely there's a better word?

Rodarh glared at him, "You're a mean son-of-a-bitch, do you know that?" "I love you too." Ratinus brew him a kiss. Rodarh gave him the middle finger. "One of these days, I'm gonna knock those baby teeth off your mouth, you rodent. With your ears like Naturiah's flag." Ratinus gave him a toothy grin, "I already told you that I love my mate, and I won't make love with you, you pervert." Rodarh moved threateningly towards him, "Why, You little rat—"

The flickering candlelight danced upon their faces, casting an eerie glow upon their features. Their intentions were dark and ominous, plotting to infiltrate the Lycan kingdom and seize control. Yet, on the surface, they appeared as noble scouts, their demeanor suggesting no ill will. They had a meeting scheduled with Rodgers, the trusted army commander of Alpha Xavier's pack, to set their plan into motion. The door creaked open, and the figures turned their attention to the entrance. Rodgers, a tall and imposing figure, stepped into the room, his keen eyes assessing the strangers before him. A hint of curiosity mingled with caution as he approached the table.

He stopped to listen when he recognized Lola her voice. “Why are you doing this?” Lola asked with a trembling voice. Marc just laughed, “You really like stirring up trouble, don’t you? I guess I will do everyone a favor by killing you.” Noah didn’t even have time to do anything. As soon as Achak heard his mate getting threatened, he took over and transformed. Luckily Noah had not taken herbs the last couple of days because Lola wasn’t near him anyway. Achak jumped down the stairs and landed on top of Marc. Lola screamed and Achak just wanted to rip into Marc his flash when he also transformed. His big black wolf was much stronger than Achak thought, and he had a hard time fighting him. He go

Had she simply been telling him to open trade there, strengthening his people and preventing their starvation after the plague? “What the f-k is that?” One of the squires exclaimed, leaping to his feet as a red-eyed rat passed through the chamber dragging with it one of the snakes that frequented the tunnels. The snake’s tail whipped and curled as the creature fought for survival. The rat hissed at them, before disappearing behind a rock with its dinner. “That would be one of the red-eyed rodents,” Lord Jermyne observed dryly. “I had thought them legend rather than truth. A miner’s folk tale, monsters in the night and creatures of horror. What is it that gives them such peculiar eyes?”

Its facial expression quickly changed from shocked to suspicion to fear and then to anger. "Quick! Everyone back off!" Grandpa Rodent began to bark out orders which the others obeyed without question. It did not matter if they understood why or not, they followed the orders to the letter like veteran soldiers. Seemingly out of nowhere, two dozen other rodents, mostly hybrids and mutated rats surrounded Wilson and bared their teeth. Wilson looked around him at his attackers and noticed about a dozen of them being over three feet tall. The rest ranged between one and a half and three feet tall and they were all standing in their hind legs while gripping various well-sharpened melee weapons mad

You should not drag any kind of kaku into your mouth, otherwise you can catch some kind of infection. “Listen,” the girl turned to the rat, narrowing her eyes, in which excitement interspersed with interest, “answer me, you dumb creature, you live here,” she looked around the whole room, “which means you know every nook and cranny here , every click... The rat, having stopped washing its snout, looked sideways at the she-wolf again, twitching its mangy tail warily. - How can I get out of here? The rodent, squeaking somehow hurt, stepped back, while not forgetting to keep an eye on the abnormal she-wolf, who, without inventing anything better, for some reason started strange conversations wit