Novel & Cerita Caitlin Lab Rats

“Most of SO’s upper rank is the same as Shadow. In SQE, except the Mandrill Monkey, all of them are the same as Shadow.” Most of the upper rank from SO and everyone from SQE except the Mandrill was the same as Shadow. It meant… they were the experimented subjects. “Though, only seven of us are Potential Lab Rat. But, only one is the successful Potential Lab Rat.” “Shadow…” Aidan easily guessed who it was. “Yes. The Hyenas are the failed products. The failed Potential Lab Rat, meanwhile, Shadow has succeeded.” “You are… how many is a Potential Lab Rat? What is the difference between you and them?”

Cracked vials in clusters, some empty, some with dark residue dried in the bottom. "This is a lab." I said. "Yes." Rylan said. "They were doing experiments here." "That's what labs are for." Torin said, moving inside with his sleeve still pressed to his nose, looking at the nearest table with an expression that was equal parts disgusted and grimly curious, "the question is what kind." Kaelen was already at the stone desk in the corner. An open journal, pages brittle and yellowed, handwriting faded to the color of old tea. He leaned down and read for a moment in silence.

he murmured. She gave him a terse nod. Probably helping them because of what he did back then to Selene. He's form was still distorted but at least not monstrous. Caius brushed his fingers across Selene's face, he gave her a reassuring nod and they moved forward. The labs sat under a low dome of glass, humming with life-support systems. A red sigil—two overlapping crescents she knew too well—was painted above the lab doors. They moved through corridors lined with observation windows. Behind the glass, rows of tanks reflected pale blue light. Forms swam in suspended animation, partial limbs, pale shapes, faces half-formed. Some tanks were empty and the place smelled of rotten and decayed bodi

Lilian taught Athena the art of experimentation, honing her skills in tracking and understanding the werewolves. As the youngest member of the lab, Athena was both intrigued and humbled by the opportunity to delve into the hidden truths of the supernatural world. The lab buzzed with a symphony of innovation, but it was the basement, where the most classified research was conducted, that held the secrets she yearned to uncover. One day, Lilian led Athena through the labyrinthine corridors, their footsteps echoing against the sterile walls. The air held an undercurrent of anticipation as they arrived at a room filled with shelves lined with dusty tomes, each one bound in leather and adorned wi

said Emily who was standing at the door of her daughter's room. Felicia immediately left. Her stomach is easy to feel hungry lately. Perhaps because she was recovering from her illness and the food in the hospital was mostly not what she wanted. So she only ate a little there. She herself doubts if she still insists on doing research in this condition, she will just be troublesome later. "Yes, Mom." .......... After weighing the rats one by one and putting them in the cage, Jayden marked the cages. There are four cages containing five mice each. Previously the rats were marked with a stripe symbol on their tail. Namely one line for number one and then the number of lines depending on the num

You must know you can do that. He was pleased that for once he could give her information. I managed to scratch a hole in the wood to allow them in. Caitlin could call animals to her; she had been doing it since she was a child. And that talent she and Zendedari shared accounted for the rat carcasses she had seen buried in the wall with him. "Are you saying there are others who do these things?" She hurried to her computer, turning on the generator so she could work. "What else do you remember?"

"What's happening down there?" "Um, um!" Henry stuttered. "Rats!" Jack said, and Henry shot him a surprised look. "There are rats in the lab! Lots of them." "Rats?" Mr. Richard said, sounding alarmed. Jack and Henry nodded. "Yes, dad," said Henry. "God knows I can't stand rats!" Mr. Richard said, entering his office as one of his guards opened the door for him. "Now's your chance to run!" Jack whispered. "Dude, find out why he's here!" Henry whispered back and headed for the lab.

A noise report. My jaw tightened. I felt it then…heat crawling up my neck, rage licking at my control. “There’s nothing down there for you,” I said evenly. “The basement houses laboratory specimens. I have permits.” “Specimens?” he echoed. “Yes,” I replied without missing a beat. “Genetically sensitive laboratory rats. A special breed. Highly reactive. Harmful if mishandled.” It wasn’t even a lie. Not entirely. The officer didn’t look convinced. “I’ll need to verify that,” he said, stepping closer. “Unlock the door.”