Rodent Characters Novels & Stories

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.”

She asked, her voice swift but sweet. “Do not believe so. It has something to do with the Rattus though, this much I can tell you.” Vaughan replied. Teo nodded her head lightly. She pondered how such a thing could come into existence, after all, the Rattus was known to be a race unable to use magic. Their ingenuity, however, was unrivalled. She wanted to explore such a beast, and her inquisitive mind ran wild with questions she wanted to ask. She snapped her attention back on the fight, as Vaughan was hit once more in the side with another of the creatures fists.

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.

Lei Bao went around rampaging savagely with his lightning-based magic as if he was a lightning storm himself, moving towards a bunch of giant mountain rats right after dispatching the pack of hyenas. These mutated rodents looked horrifyingly large, being at least one meter long, and their long incisor teeth, sharper than even the keenest blade, gnashed against each other, ready to grind and chew on human bones. Scores of warriors had fallen with their limbs being bitten off or maimed while fighting them.

As the lamp landed, it sent up a plume of flame, the paraffin creating fiery islands on the surface of the water, and the rodents were moving too fast to avoid them. The hideous sound of maimed creatures came at him before a wall of heat. He grasped the rung as several rats launched at him, regardless of the flames, most of them missed, but two managed to find him. One locked its jaws on his lower arm where it swung, frenzied, from the material of his sleeve. The second rodent found its mark, sinking its vicious incisors into his shoulder, the tiny claws raking his coat. He cried out and almost lost his footing as he tried desperately to dislodge his attackers.

Franka's arrogant look made Razer very unhappy. "There are many things that science cannot prove. I was just speculating based on existing scientific theories." Franka really liked to see her best friend crumble in her hands, and said with a mean smile: "So?" "so...." Cross veins burst out on Razer's forehead, and a little thunder and lightning seemed to bloom from the dragon horns on both sides of his head. The two started their daily bickering again (1/1). Roger, who was supposed to be the protagonist , suddenly became a peripheral character. Looking at the two "living treasures" who were part-time losers across from him, Roger wanted to return to the necklace. It was so floating outside t

Lira leveled down on the young boy and met his gaze. "Hi. And you are?" she asked him. "Robb." The boy glanced up to Minos and back, before flashing a reluctant smile. "Nice to meet you Robb," she replied. Something moved from over her shoulders and what Robb thought was fur lining was actually a small but long and slender cinnamon-colored rat-like creature. "And this is my friend, Scout." "A weasel?!" Robb gasped in surprise and the furry thing hoisted its head up and started sniffing his face.

But they had left a dirty trail everywhere that day, because they were rodents and rodents always left a trail. That was the beginning. The beginning when he knew everyone wanted him dead, the fucking universe wanted him dead, if it could it would kill him the cruelest way possible. Marcel's maroon eyes contorted into a smoldering glare. Rodents smelt….. Rodents always smelt far too badly…. Now which kind of rodent had sneaked into the lord's house? He turned his head around. His gaze sharpened. The creatures before his sight were not the rodents he was expecting. They were creatures crafted like shadows. Without faces, just in humanoid form.

*SQQQUUEEEKK! the remaining Rats is not giving up their comrade and attack too but we successfully block them *SQQUUUEEEE..* and another Big Rat has been slain! Art gather another set of water for the next attack of rats *SQQUEEEK!!!!* the remaining Big Rat is more enraged than before and attacks us in front! both of them jumps towards us but the Rat is just an animal even though it is mutated a little, its brain was focus on its primal nature and attacks us without caring about anything

I saw a wicked look flash in Charles eyes. “Really? Alright, I forgive you. I wasn't even all that angry, you know. Just make sure to keep to your promises, and don't try this stunt again. If you're looking for company, the Rambits can keep you company.” Charles responded, the cold look on his face easing. ‘Rambits?’ I see, they must be that horned, rabbit creature from earlier. “Those creatures are too playful, and they eat a lot.” Scymodus scoffed. “So…I guess we’re good now?”