Experiment 666 Novels & Stories

What has this bastard been up to? Something told me to check it again before doing so, I called Farah and excused myself for not being able to go. … It’s midnight, and I was having my sixth cup of vodka. This file had me so distracted I didn’t notice it was this late. Every file had information about what he was doing. Testing in humans and animals. Trying new weapons and chemicals. It seems the spies that infiltrated the place had seen a lot. Reading the last two pages, I notice a word that’s highlighted “Specimen.” This caught my attention. The details about this were scattered, like in a certain code. But why do this?

Release me! - Calm down eh... - Avoid r... STUNNING! - I was surprised to see the blood streaks running diagonally across the other face, the numbness and tingling from the sharp fingertips went straight to the heart... Day three hundred and eighty-six after the experiment. - Beep. It is now 23:30. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. Stop it! Don't cry anymore! - METHOD! METHOD!!! Is that my name? Who is calling me?

" And he nodded again. She reached to slap him again but I intervened, stopping her. "He is just nodding, no words, no explanation", she complained. "Just give him a little time to process everything, he was almost killed by the creature, he is still in shock, " I explained and she dropped him to the ground. I raised him and asked, "What do you think was wrong with the experiment?" 'as you said, it could be the measurements of the chemicals used, and from the greenish color of the vein, you could tell it was probably too much", he started explaining.

He completed the spell and the dread that defies any moral reasoning as he smiles in a Cheshire-like way and whispers. “Let me have everything.” Unto the gore of the spell where a lady in two, virgin and innocent are the vessel, the necessary tools and called ingredients is the tool in between and all over. The innocent scream filled the air as she watches undisturbed by the blood, brutality, and gore that she is seeing, as he smiles in a twisted way and says. “Now, now, now, take the blame.” With the lust and everything under the influence of the seven deadly sins, that comes way from the past, this sixth loops and the darkness that consumes him and whole. The experiment is a success, as he

Sera held her hair in place and walked downstairs. The doctor drew the serum into the syringe and injected it into the man's veins. The man could only mewl before fainting. He wasn't the only man tied to the bed. There were more than 20 bound to the bed, shaking with fear. Another day, another experiment. They were the guinea pigs, the subjects of horrifying experiments being done in utter secrecy by the leading Romeo Ferrari Pharmacy. These nerve-wracking experiments had been going on for decades, causing death to several subjects. These twenty were the last of the lot, and soon they were going to abduct more. Sometimes they were tied to the bed for days, forced to relieve themselves where

“What do you know that we don’t? Or better yet, what did you hear on your end?” “Becky your ex-husband is in town and there’s nothing good coming from it. There’s incriminating evidence in the labs about definite illegal experimentation. We’re talking illegal in that the experiments go against all sorts of worldwide rulings that date back to World War Two. I want to say the Genova Convention, but I’ve not had enough caffeine this morning to know if I’m talking about the right Convention or not.” Grace mumbled into a cup of coffee, hating to be the bearer of the news.

Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your target. Kindly ensure that you diligently carry out all of his orders, or you will be given punishments accordingly." What?! I broke into a cold sweat and slowly lifted my head to look at the screen. The contract that I had just filled in was displayed on the pink screen. However, this time, the words had been translated into Zinglish, a language I understood, and it was only then that I learned what kind of contract I had just signed. The title read, "The Devil's Contract", and Jared's name was listed as the "master", while my name was listed as the "s

They were tall, draped in robes of liquid light, their faces shifting between a thousand different human features every second. "Iteration 167," the lead Architect spoke. The voice didn't come from a mouth; it resonated directly within the iron of Leo's glass arm and the silver of Meilin's ghost-form. "The 'Regret' variable has reached 99.8% saturation. The experiment is concluded. Prepare for extraction." "Extraction?" Leo stepped forward, the indigo light of his arm flaring. "We just fixed the air. We just found a way to live. You aren't taking anyone."

William continued, his tone tightening, "this enhancement comes at a cost. It drains the host's vitality and mental energy. "Our simulations suggest that once the host reaches a major goal, such as completing the SAT, the parasite enters a mature stage. At that point, it begins to feed aggressively, consuming the host's remaining cognitive function. The result is rapid brain death."

“You are being hunted. But not by them.” I stopped cold. Not by them? By who, then? I pressed on and then, just before the outer grate, I found it. A door hidden in shadow. Curious, I pried it open, Inside: scrolls, dozens of them, ancient, sealed with healer wax, and labeled with names I recognized; Cassia. Darius. Me. I lifted one. “Subject 3: Bond Severance Under Magical Interference.” My heart stopped. These weren’t just scrolls, they were experiments, logs. Records of scent manipulation, bond testing, emotional reconditioning.