The Bat With The Gat Novels & Stories

Cathy’s laughter died in a squeak as she tried to shield her eyes from the intensity of the light. “Liar!” She blinked her eyes several times to adjust them to the light but just as her sight cleared a heavy blow to her belly sent the breath out of her. Cathy grunted against the pain and through the crack of her lashes saw the baton that had been used to hit her in the hand of the largest of them. He was the only one she recognized among the others. They were all tall, dressed in black, and dangerous. She cracked a smile at them through her pain but they certainly weren’t looking forward to making friends with her.

What made that bad so unusual was the size bats at the time were miniature and rare to see, unlike this one, it was the size of a basketball. As the two got closer to each other, they examined seeing all the differences they had, so the little boy put his hand out, showing the bat that he was friendly and that he was not going to hurt him, but what he does not know was this wasn’t an ordinary bat. So as the bat slowly went to his finger, he was getting his jaw and all ready to bite the vampire himself.

“Hurry up, General. I thought we were in a hurry?” Batton’s face went flat and unemotional. “Don’t be facetious, little demon…your reward still hangs in the balance.” Kat glared at him before turning it into a lovely smile then turned her back to him. Batton grit his teeth and lifted his hand to unclip her bra then cut the straps and pulled it away from her, throwing it on the vanity. He turned and walked out of the bathroom. “Door stays open.”

Richard was on him in a heartbeat. Here it comes. End of the trail, chief. Get ready for it. The whistling bat took his kneecap apart and Salt crumbled with a screech. His stunned gaze flashed to the Blazer as he went down, to the CPS grille guard sneering in the dappled shadows. Richard was already shifting, taking up the two-handed grip. Get ready, bastard. Motherfucker. This one’s for the dog— George’s prize bat descended, and the bones in Salt’s face crunched.

But Agent B just smirked. In the nick of time, and at the last second, Agent B held her baton with both hands and proceeded to split it in half. He then swung both halves of the baton which is still equipped with electrical voltages and hit the attacker’s lunging hands. With a loud cry for pain, they both dropped their knives and quickly retreated their hands back and held it in hopes that the pain would stop. That the seerig heat would disappear. Emitting a growl from their gritted teeth, they looked at the agent who was still wearing a smirk on her face as she flicked her batons once again.

Borkana saw the opportunity and pulled out the large sword that was inserted into the ground and came towards me. Once I retracted my hand and the barrier disappeared, the bat would immediately gnaw me to the bone. Watching him get closer and closer to me, I could only pray in my heart for a miracle. The great sword came down toward my head, and I couldn't dodge it. The next second, another great sword pierced through Borkana's body, knocking the sword out of his hand. The bat that attacked me also turned into a black mist and dissipated. "Quintas...... you're still alive?"

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I swear to God, ribs sound like bubble wrap when you get the right angle. That sweet, delicate pop-pop-pop under the bat. The bat was slick in my grip, the blood making it slide just a little. I adjusted, aimed lower. He was choking now. Gurgling through what used to be a jaw. My shoes squelched every time I stepped closer to him, and still I didn’t feel done.

She carefully held the fruit bat in her hands, looking into its tiny black eyes as if trying to transmit her message through sheer willpower. ‌ "Listen, little guy," she said earnestly, "I need you to find the vampire castle and deliver a message to David. Tell him that the werewolves are coming, and they're planning an attack." ‌ The fruit bat stared back at her, seemingly unimpressed by her urgent request. Reina sighed, realizing that this wasn't going to be as simple as she had hoped. She needed to find a way to make the fruit bat understand the importance of its mission.

Everyone looked up to see what was making the noises and was taken aback. Countless bats rested on the roof of the secret chamber. Their bodies were all grayish, and their eyes were blood-red. The bats were obviously venomous. Those bats were hibernating before Yusof woke them up with the whistle. They acted like they received an order and flew toward the people below them. It was definitely a scene to remember when the bats duck together. Those bats had a special powder on their bodies. Everything they flapped their wings, the powder was dispersed into the air and formed a white color poisonous fog.

Suddenly, a gust of wind echoed in the cave, accompanied by a rotten smell. Kiran quickly lowered his head to dodge it. When he looked back, he saw more than a dozen pairs of eyes looking back at him. Although he could not see what they were, Kiran could guess they were bats. However, these bats looked like they were controlled by black magic—their entire body was covered in poison. Kiran ignored them and continued to move forward. However, those bats flew toward him to attack him. “Go to hell!” Kiran shouted and shot his inner force at those bats.