Gene Wizard Novels & Stories

He came to the huge living room to supervise the process, limping weakly. Jordan was sixty-something years old. He wore a suit, his hair was all grey, his face was wrinkled, he was swaying and limping as he walked, and he couldn’t even stand up straight. This was the result of hypersexuality when he was young, and it had taken its toll on his body. Professor Cruz, the chief pharmacist of the Weaver family, was instructing his assistants to set up the equipment in the living room. A micro-reactor, an extractor, and a centrifuge were placed for the preparation of the new prescription.

"Not before or after. Not until the night the hellhound bit me." He shrugs. "It could be they didn't think you would shift to a Shadow Warrior. All Shadow Warrior females carry the gene that produces K-5. Unfortunately it only activates in one out of a hundred. Your grandmother and mother may not have ever made the transition. In males it's opposite and only one in a hundred don't shift." "I still think my father should have told me where I came from." Half of King's steak remains and he pushes it across the counter. "Eat."

Well, I was curious. Almost exactly fourteen years ago a gene was developed in a research laboratory that was supposed to prevent mutations in the womb so that children could no longer be born deformed or disabled (both physically and mentally). It was tested on various pregnant dams (monkeys, dogs, cats, rats, mice, martens and even a few lizards, for what reasons I know). At the beginning everything worked quite well so far, the first test results were absolutely terrific, but the ambitious Doctor Christopher Krynick's research was progressing too slowly. Animals are not humans and the prescribed procedures until the agent could be tested on humans were forever. So he decided to use radioa

“It… I don’t know what it is.” He squeezed my hand, but it was so faint I almost didn’t feel it. “Tell me… About it…” I took a deep breath, glancing uncertainly at David, but he nodded, silently encouraging me to go on. I told him everything. As I spoke, his eyes fell shut, and I feared he had fallen asleep, or worse. But when I finished, he nodded, and said quietly, “Ah… The Guardian Mother Gene…” I furrowed my brow. David leaned forward with a sparkle in his eye I’d never seen before. “It’s a very rare gene,” he murmured. “And a highly treasured one, at that.”

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"

The research and development wing was a hub of creativity, with laboratories equipped with advanced equipment for genetic analysis, data processing, and experimental studies. I met Dr. Owen, a brilliant geneticist and researcher who was at the forefront of our pack's scientific advancements. He explained how they were leveraging modern technology to uncover the mysteries of werewolf genetics, enabling us to better understand our strengths, weaknesses, and potential. Dr. Owen's passion and dedication were contagious, and I felt a renewed sense of wonder at the possibilities that lay ahead.

I didn't look up from the centrifuge. He held my stare for a long moment, then sighed and pulled a sealed case from his bag—a gene sequencer, military-grade, the kind the university would never approve for personal research. He helped after that. Not from love—we'd never had that. James needed my pack lineage for credibility, I needed his money and his brain. Our marriage was a business arrangement that produced two daughters. But he was brilliant with genetics, understood wolf physiology in ways human researchers couldn't.

William asked as we walked. "Yes," I answered. "How are they all doing so well? Weren't they all super sick?" he questioned, clearly curious. "How did you heal them?" "I created a gene fusion agent and used my genes to complete their process. Apparently, as the first-born mutated wolf, my genes hold special properties." I explained, trying to dumb it down a little for him.

Jeff looked up when he heard someone walking in the door. Xylon could barely contain himself as he sat down on the other side of the desk. "It worked! The Dire Wolf Gene is turned off. In fact, it's totally disabled. They tried to turn it back on and it was just down right dead. The antidote apparently can keep it from ever being turned on again." Xylon was grinning ear to ear. Of course, in his excitement, his Greek accent was thicker.

Now all I had to wait patiently to see my Genie's reaction. I knows I am doing wrong. I am again forcing her but I am helpless. Eve is like a drug for me. I am addicted to her. I am well fucking aware for what reason I married her and what I had done to her was wrong, brutally wrong. I don't need to be reminded again and again from everyone. I fucking know and I am fucking sorry for that. But now she is my wife. She is legally only mine. I know I have hurt her pretty much but now I want her back. I know I am one heartless, selfish jerk but this is what I am. I won't change myself nor I have any plans to do that in future but yeah, if my Eve tells me I will change for her, but only for her. I