Scrat Novels & Stories

A tall man with brown skin, by looking at him he was sure that he is a good man. "Sss! Don't shout, if you still value your life," the man said while trying to stop Migi from making any noise. Migi trembled when he witnessed the horrible thing that happened. He just covered his mouth and tried to stop crying. He saw Althea eaten by a creature that he could call a monster. Some parts of its body were also severed. But before he could get angry at what he saw, the man took Migi's gaze away from the monster.

it can release light, heat,electricity I found it I have to careful "please come out ya it come out " it almost 4 pm i should go home now or my grandparents start worrying then velliam hear noise of little girl crying he follow sound then he find out there is a creature who is creature well I didn't think I found a little girl her. wait there is not a single person their is a little fury birds who is just 15 cm long and it is faty but it is beautiful with pink color. what how he can cry in girl voice every creature have different voices but it have girl like

she roars mind linking everyone her voice could easy strike fear in the strongest supernatural but turns me on. Trent falls to his knee screaming in pain as each bone break one by one. His body bends and snaps into it new form as white and golden fur cover his body and he stands in front of Rona, He isn't as large as Rona and not a muscular but still larger then a normal tiger even Zeus.

A voice stated from the right. The smirk on his face immediately grated on her nerves, a cocky Alpha. Normally they were egotistical and had exceedingly high testosterone levels. It also came with a superiority complex. He wasn’t as unimpressive as the others; she remembered his bright green eyes and black hair that stood out against his deeply tanned skin. A scar ran down his face from his eyebrow to his chin, cutting through his lip in a clean cut. She had given him that scar. He probably thought he was smart for tracking them down.

"Easy, kitty, I don't bite," the person laughed. I turned to the person and screamed again. The guy was freaking tall, flaming head and eyes with a scar, like the scar Mufasa's brother had but his was glowing lava. "Hey! Stop screaming!" He shouted. I continued screaming until he clamped his hand over mine, his hot hand! I jumped away from him, fanning my mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to… did I burn you?"

*Scree* The red bird screeched in delight and faced the attack head on, much to the confusion of the snake. ‘How could the little bird be so stupid as to think it could fight nature?’ it must have thought. However, soon fear filled its eyes as it watched the small bird open its tiny mouth and greedily suck in the powerful lightning. The small bird burped in satisfaction and then turned to the snake. It chirped disdainfully and almost looked like it had on a mocking smirk. It screeched powerfully and dashed towards the panicking snake who couldn’t even see the creature because of its outstanding speed. *Crack*

Catherine looked at the rescued subjects. "The tribunal asked the survivors if they wished to make statements regarding your sentence. Twenty-two of the twenty-three declined. They said they had nothing more to say to you. They wanted only for you to disappear from their lives. But one survivor did wish to speak. Subject 92, would you please stand?" A man rose. Mid-forties. Scarred from radiation experiments. Blind in one eye from neural enhancement attempts. "Subject 92 is Dr. Richard Chen. He was genetic researcher before the freeze. Captured in 2015. Imprisoned for nine years. Used for experiments because Hammond valued his scientific knowledge. Dr. Chen, please address the tribunal."

“Láta eptir þinn menskr flá, rísmál kurteisliga it ylgr svá bíta til eitr.” I chanted the words two more times and turned to face Harper as her face contorted in pain and the flames were dancing in my hands. I raised my hands towards her and looked at her. “Shift,” I said, giving her the order. I watched her transform as she screamed and I knew that without a doubt, Slade would have woken from that. She was a beautiful, chocolate brown color with white paws and her one ear was white too. She looked at me unsteadily and I knelt down.

Lyra Lyra sprawled on the ground, her hands scrambling against the damp earth. A sleek wild cat, the size of a german shepard, circled her. Its eyes glowed, an eerie mix of gold and green. The creature's fur blended seamlessly with local vegetation, a muted, tawny color that made it hard to see until it had been nearly on top of her. It shimmered unnaturally in the rain, shifting in ways that weren’t natural, jerking in and out of sync with reality. Scarlike markings marred its muscles, tracing pulsating, runic patterns through its fur.

The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground.