Alpha Level Mutant Novels & Stories

His heart rate was a slow, rhythmic drum. "The serum, Gianna," he whispered. "The Syndicate’s protocols... they were designed to resist biological warfare. My blood is a mess of toxins and mutations. The Icarus Strain is looking for a Lane. I’m just a Shield. I’m the 'Tool.' The virus doesn't know what to do with me." Analysis: Correct, the Sovereign signaled, sounding almost surprised. Subject Alpha’s genetic structure is too fragmented for the virus to achieve a lock. He is a carrier, but he is not a victim. He is the only one who can walk through the plague and remain whole.

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

"I don't care if you have to burn the entire server farm—don't let them have his pack!" The bone-white towers began to open. Not doors. Fissures. The Apostles descended—three silhouettes made of shifting smoke and vitrified bone. They glided, their presence compressing the air until the quartz pillars in the hall began to weep liquid gold. They were the original Alphas. The ones who had decided five centuries ago that an Omega was just a battery. [ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE CONDUIT] [STATUS: GOLDEN MUTATION 95%]

Me? Could I actually be an Alpha?

“I have provided you with my blood, thus with my entire genetic makeup, do with it as you please. But also remember that not all rogues can be redeemed. The antidote works on a very rare set of rogues, those who have yet to give in completely. In other words, the ones who still do not smell like wet dogs.” I watched the interactions among the Alphas and the silent battle of wits going on around me. Half of their discussion went right over my head, but from what I could gather, I think none of them trusted Alpha Krimson. Honestly, he did kinda give off that power-hungry tyrant kind of vibe, but who was I to judge other people? I was practically just a lab-rat, who was being experimented on.

In the underground fighting arena, there were many fierce beasts, as well as specially bred pets that were both protective and imposing. He immediately called Red, saying he wanted to choose one personally. Red frowned on the other end of the line, having never seen him this serious before. "Caleb, how about that Alpha?" There was an Alpha that had always been kept there. It was fierce but had been thoroughly tamed by Caleb. "That one it is. Airfreight it over." Red lit a cigarette and spoke in a teasing tone. "Are you sure the person you like will appreciate this gift?" This Alpha had white fur, a rare mutation occurring only once in tens of thousands. Moreover, it was an Alpha.

"I see a strategic high point where the 'Correction' can be broadcasted via the Resonance. I see the place where the Alpha is being stored." "Stored?" Panni stepped closer, her heart aching. "She’s your daughter, Jinyan. Say her name. Say 'Grace.'" Jinyan’s jaw tightened. A muscle in his cheek pulsed—a rhythmic, mechanical twitch. "Names are labels for biological variables. The Alpha is the nexus. The 'Medea' parameters are... flickering." "What parameters?" Panni asked, but Jinyan had already turned back to the stairs, his iron staff striking the stone with a rhythmic clack-clack-clack that sounded like a countdown.

POV. Alexander I can't beleve she called me a fucking mutt, my own mate she should know that not only is being called a mutt offenceive but it is also disrespectful as fuck. "You need to watch that prity little fucking mouth of yours before I put it to good fucking use." I growl out not even caring if there are humens at this fucking school that could hear me at any given time. I'm the Alpha of the strangest pack in the world, if I need someone to disaper then all I have to do is give the word and that person will never be seen or heard of ever agen.

"Good day.'' Everyone responds in unison as if they are in a choir. The Alpha's fingers work quickly to tie his black shoulder-length hair back from his face, he squares his broad shoulders, then begins his lesson. Riveria feels herself being distracted by him, thinking that he should not be teaching a class of teen girls with raging hormones. She couldn't help but think that he looks like Chris Hemsworth. But with more muscles, tanned skin, one orange-coloured eye, and the other blue. She sighs, knowing that there is no chance on Earth of her catching the Alpha's eyes. He could easily get any female he wants, and the fact that he has no mate made all the females throw themselves at him. But

I asked her and she cleared her throat . "You deserve to know this . You are our experiment. The ACCM created three experiments, the Alpha ,beta and omega syrup. This only works with a special person. The beta syrup accepted Rachael's blood and the Omega syrup accepted Jake. We searched for years to find a match for the Alpha syrup but none accepted. Then Luis found you outside the back door and a stupid fantasy dropped in my mind. I tried to test it on you and to our astonishment it worked. But you stayed unconscious for many years and we lost hope that you wouldn't make it till that day at the laboratory . I kept your personal Alpha costume in your belongings. The uniform will make them kn