Dr Larina Gutenberg Novels & Stories

Still wet. I felt my stomach twist. I reached for the nearest journal. The leather binding cracked under my fingers. When I opened it, dust spilled out like sand from a broken hourglass. The handwriting inside was careful. Elegant. The kind of script taught in noble houses. But the words twisted my gut. "Failed experiment. Fire gland extracted from Subject 12 caused immediate combustion. Recommend younger specimens for future attempts." “Subject unstable after third transfusion. Termination required." "No sedation needed this time. The child stopped screaming after the first incision.”

she was still talking and gesticulating with her hands, showing off a small bump on her belly. ‘Let me touch this woman,’ Uru growled in my head. She too was not happy with the way Sylvia was rubbing Calista’s infertility on her face. ‘It’s okay, Uru,’ I told her. I know what letting her out will do and I didn’t want to cause trouble for Calista and Jaxon.But I can’t let this woman keep insulting my friend. “A real woman is known for many qualities, not just the ability to bear pups,” I said, attracting a hostile stare from her. “Qualities like kindness, compassion, love and goodness of heart. No wonder some women were chosen to be Luna and not others.”

"And she isn't afraid." I don't reply because Sienna has spotted me in the café and her smile, which is soft and almost teasing, hits me like a punch. She's only twenty-one, too young, too human, and too much like her mother. Dr. Lilian Hart was brilliant. She was the first human geneticist to successfully map werewolf DNA, to understand how the shift worked on a cellular level. My father trusted her, worked with her, and believed they were building something that would change the world.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

"How much of this was you, Elara? How much of this biological nightmare did you actually build before Julian took the reins on Genesis Island?" Elara froze, the syringe trembling violently in her hand as the blue light from her wrist-comp illuminated the profound guilt etching lines into her pale face. The silence stretched between them, heavier and more suffocating than the frigid air of the reservoir. "I didn't just synthesize the cure, Dante," she whispered, a single tear freezing as it tracked down her cheek. "I designed the cellular delivery vector for Project Ouroboros. I built the key that allowed the necrosis to bypass the human immune system entirely." She dropped her gaze to the da

I had followed the road of revenge because of this intense need for vengeance. I am aware that the journey would be dangerous, difficult, and full with obstacles I could not have imagined. But like Luna in my mother's stories, I was prepared to confront anything and emerge victorious in my own narrative. Even if the road to revenge is dangerous and gloomy, I want to walk it one step at a time. *******

The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith. "You couldn't destroy someone the Moon Goddess had already chosen to bless." My father began crying openly. "Lilith... I'm sorry, I know I failed you, please forgive me." "Please forgive us, I promise to be the best sister." Nora whispered through tears, I closed my eyes briefly, before slowly pulling them open again, trying hard to block my tears from flowing... They do not deserve a drop of my tears. Oliver stepped beside me. "You will answer for your actions, your fake tears won't save you."

Damien's body went still, his chest ceasing its labored rise and fall. On seeing this, Luna Morgana's legs froze in place, her eyes, once cold and calculating, now blazed with fury, her face contorted in a snarl of sorrow as her tears fell like acid rain. “My legacy, my darkness, extinguished!” She said as if finding it hard to believe what had happened. And instead of being worried about her dead son, she could only care about legacies and powers. “Otis!” I turned back to meet the stare of Lucius, His eyes looked at me with a sense of pride and I have never felt such a sense of satisfaction than to have somebody look at me this way, especially Roshan.

"And his Luna, the esteemed Dr. Juliet Blackthorne, the continent's leading expert in supernatural botany and the chief editor of the Journal of Lycanthropic Gene Therapy." Thunderous applause filled the hall. The same people who had been laughing at me were now clapping furiously, their eyes filled with fawning respect. Orton's gaze swept over the room, finally landing on Cullen. "Cullen," he said, his voice laced with a dangerous calm. "Thank you for being too blind to see the treasure you held in your hands." Cullen's face was pale. "Impossible… Her 'institute' was just a tiny workshop in a basement…"