Alpha Level Mutants Mga Nobela at Kwento

"So you'll think this Alpha Brian that points out others mistakes and never his own is the best candidate to be your ruler?" My hair stood at its end, afraid of what will be the outcomes of everything she's spitting. I whispered from where. I was trying to get her attention but she instead moved forward and took the microphone from one othe reporters, "Alpha Damian is trying to maintain the unity amongst the humans and werewolves so much that even though he knew I was a rouge he still calls me human!" My eyes widened at this blatant lie she just dropped and I feel like laughing immediately.

She said with a sad sigh. "I'm so sorry for the loss of your mate." I consoled her, "Alpha's are much harder to take down so they will easily distract us by taking most of the pack members first, they know how weak that can make any alpha." "I suggest we take immediate actions, five packs unite and kill any rogue that walks in with their terrible rotting scent, ugh." Luna Aegis suggested. That was one thing I knew her husband would never have done.

Riska, though clearly shocked, immediately activated her Master AI. "Master AI, scan the Mutant Alpha! Find a weakness!" The Master AI blinked yellow, hovering in the air, projecting a complex data hologram. << MUTANT ALPHA ANALYSIS (THE BEHEMOTH): OMEGA CLASSIFICATION BIOLOGICAL ENTITY. EXTREMELY HIGH PHYSICAL RESISTANCE. >> << WEAKNESS: HYPERSENSITIVE TO SPECIFIC HIGH-FREQUENCY SOUNDS (ULTRASONIC) AND FOREIGN ORGANIC CONTAMINATION (PARTICULARLY HIGH-ACID SUBSTANCES OR CONTENT TRIGGERS). >>

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."

Lost in surprise, I hardly noticed Horace come through the kitchen doors, pushing a large metal serving cart full of steaming plates of food. Only Alphas could reproduce with someone other than their mate, since they were required to have children that could take on the duties of the pack. Hundreds of years of history and research proved that an Alpha’s genetics were simply too strong to be affected by the rogue gene. According to scientists like the ones Sylvia employs, the rogue gene had various levels of severity. The worst was what the warriors protected us from, the beasts no longer able to take form of a man, frothing at the mouth as they werewolf and human alike. A mild case might loo

"Four betas. One Alpha." The Alpha was easily distinguishable. It was twenty percent larger than the rest, its armor plated in a darker, gunmetal grey, and its fangs sparked with electrical energy. MOB DETECTED: ALPHA STEEL HOUND (NETWORKED ELITE). LEVEL: 40. HP: 15,000/15,000. "That's the router node," Jax whispered, lying beside Ren. "The betas are slaved to its command frequency. If we capture the Alpha, the rest of the pack—and the real-world drones they represent—will follow."

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.

"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.

Before I could stop myself, I had already reached for my hand and held it in his. “It’s fine…” I said before showing him a smile. I was very surprised at how accepting I was of everything. Although I wasn’t sure what the doctor was going to tell me, I felt like I could take whatever it was that he had to enlighten me with. “This might sound surprising to you or even unbelievable, but this is what we believe is true. An ultimate alpha is a human being that also embodies the soul of a wolf. You’ve already been taught about the genes of a wolf that is embedded as a hidden trait in some people already. This case is a more prominent and very rare case of that,” the doctor explained slowly.

Me? Could I actually be an Alpha?