Evolution Frenzy Novels & Stories

Having Breeders at Pine Paw must have been a huge taboo for the Elders to push my case to the top of their list. “Yes, I managed to get an appointment. It’s easy considering Bloodsvain is one of the oldest packs in Canada.” Eeva answers, her head held high with pride. I can’t help but wrap my arms around her in a tight hug as best as I can. It dawned on me that running into Bloodsvain territory is the best thing I have ever done since being declared a Breeder.

The shift ripped through me instantly. My bones cracked first: sharp, brutal, familiar. My spine arched, vertebrae snapping and reforming. Muscles stretched and twisted, tendons pulling tight as my body reshaped itself. My fingers curled, lengthened, nails hardening into claws. Heat surged under my skin, the wolf taking over with a fierce, primal urgency. My jaw snapped forward, teeth sharpening, vision turning sharper and brighter as everything exploded into detail, every leaf, every scent, every sound.

"They've activated a Great Hunt. They’re using the new frequency we broadcast to track down every 'Glitched' shifter in the Neutral Zones. They’re treating the evolution as a culling." Sif’s eyes widened. "The Fenris Kin. My brothers... they haven't come to witness. They’ve come to 'cleanse' the gene pool before the New Breed can take over." Elara looked at the Trench-King, then at her pack. The war for survival wasn't over; it had simply shifted from a laboratory to the global stage. "We saved this city," Elara said, her golden eyes flashing. "Now we save the species." Kael stood tall, his scarred hand igniting with a small, controlled flame. "Let them hunt. They’re about to find out what h

After five seconds Morgan made a sound again. "Assuming the matriarch used her full power on that punch, she is an SSS evolver. Same as the man, professor," since billions of years of history and once frail humanity evolved into something more. Their genes changed. This change could be attributed to their mother, the matriarch. The dawn of the evolvers started on her bloodline as the matriarch's spawn married and multiplied, the rest was history. Years of intermingling with the matriarch's family who share her special blood resulted to the new hierarchy, the world order of evolvers.

But he reacted quickly and put on a shirt while she was busy stripping away his pants. This only increased her fervor, and she evolved her bacteria to keep pace. She was practically drooling as she frenziedly peeled off layer after layer. "You probably shouldn't watch this," she told Miko. Miko rolled her eyes with slight exasperation. She couldn't understand why Eva indulged herself like that. By the end, Eva had beat the top score by at least threefold, and had worked herself up into a sweat. Her bacteria had evolved over a hundred times and became the apex predator of every textile.

"I am the director of the Apex Initiative. I would like to congratulate you. You are the first generation to successfully survive the 'Great Culling.'" The Controlled Chaos "The Culling?" Elara stepped forward, her white hair flaring. "You mean the war? The Rejection? The millions of people Liora enslaved? You're saying that was an experiment?" "Evolution is a brutal teacher, Elara," Thorne said, walking toward the Well. He reached down and touched the white water; it climbed his fingers like a loyal pet. "Shifters were stagnating. You were obsessed with bloodlines and old packs. Humans were stagnating, obsessed with silicon and steel. We needed a catalyst. We needed a pressure cooker so int

the man said terrified, falling down to his knees with his hands clasps. "That was the made from the only flock of griffins left in the entire world. Trix furrowed her brow. He spoke words, yet all she heard was genocide coming out. "And you call me filth," she retorted, sending a deadly silence throughout the entire party.

All thought left her, as she curled into a peaceful ball and drifted quickly to sleep. Heath had been watching Faidh on the screen in front of him. Was she the one? Did she have the sequence he was looking for? Would she be the one to live through the splicing? He silently prayed he had found "the right" girl. How he had searched! Fifteen years had passed since he began searching for his "Eve". Every death, every disappointment reminded him of his own imperfections. He had failed. Time and again his efforts to save the human race had failed. THIS had to be the success! He could feel it. This girl was so special. He had watched her for months. He knew EVERYTHING about her. She HAD to be his "

The experience was quite strange, and I knew I was becoming accustomed to it. Which sort of scared me, I do not want to become some cold-blooded killer. There's a reason why I kill, yes, that's what it is. Now that the barriers have been removed, the monsters are not prevented from beginning their crazy battles. The monsters managed to defeat some of the enemies and secured some space for them to feed. Mutations and experience gained from all those battles will give these creatures a decisive advantage over other newly spawned creatures. The longer they are alive, the more likely they are to evolve and advance rapidly.

The moon above him blurred into a silver smear as his eyes began to glow faintly, light bleeding into the edges of his vision. His head fell back. He could feel his jaw aching, stretching, reshaping beneath the skin. His teeth ground together until they began to splinter, then sharpen, pushing forward. He wanted to vomit. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run. Something deep within his mind stirred. A voice—not human, not entirely. Something older. Louder. Finally. The word pulsed through him, not in his ears but in his blood. He groaned, clutching his chest, gasping for air as his spine rippled under the skin. Vertebrae popped, one after another, realigning. His shoulders broadened, muscles