Genetically Engineered Catgirls Novels & Stories

"For the most part, they refrain from giving in to their instincts but this has known to happen over the years." "What would the kittens even be like?" Callie asked. "Will they be sentient too?" "No. They will not have the same abilities as their parents but they are more intelligent than the average animal." He smiled at Nettie. "You’re going to have some smart kittens." "I am so disappointed in you." Aubrey waved a finger at Nettie. "I am not ready to be a grandmother." Nettie let out a pitiful meow. "A little late for regrets," Finn muttered.

But before, it had one last pit-stop to make. A shady delli place to any common folk passing by in the city, when entered brokered in two large rooms holed up with a frail unconscious girl protected by three trackers loyal to the symbol, the emblem given to Nora, the cat mid-roar. A society, not-so-secret now of changeling cats who were either born rogue or became one under social conditions to stand against the tyrannical forces festered by the Communion. She might be unconscious but her mind was alive. And Vanessa slept on.

This was the uncontrollable aspect of genetic engineering. Even though, in principle, these were carefully selected superior genes and the expression of their traits should be perfect...but life could not be measured by precise calculations. Artificially created beings would have unexpected, irreversible defects. Lola faced the problem of anemia. It was fine if she didn't bleed or get injured, but even a small wound would make her dizzy. It didn't harm her life, but it would cause discomfort.

"And it recognizes its mistress." Harris's fingers brushed the revolver's checkered grip. "Where is Subject Eight?" His mother's smile revealed teeth filed to subtle points. She pressed a sequence into her console. The wall behind her split open with a hydraulic hiss, revealing a cylindrical containment chamber. Suspended in amber fluid, a girl floated in fetal position—her dark curls swaying in the current. Not a girl. A weapon. Luna's face. Anna's eyes. Rachel's smile. "Generation Nine," his mother breathed. The black veins pulsed as she approached the tank. "The first perfect hybrid."

Where her skin had been eaten away by the harvest acid, her synthetic cheekbone gleamed in the gloom”a polished, silver-grey alloy threaded with microscopic conduits that flickered with low, electrical indigo light as her body rapidly cauterized the wound. "Your flesh," Vane whispered, his voice trembling through his bloody lips. "It isn't human marrow. It isn't even vampire blood. What did Rusty build in that cathedral cellar?" "An absolute countermeasure," Cattleya replied, her voice entirely flat. She knelt beside the frozen form of a pupal harvester that had been trapped mid-lunge in the white wave. The creature was suspended like a museum display, its six-inch ivory finger-needles outst

She looks surprised but curious. “Oh? Do you guys have … kids? What … what are they,” she says cautiously. I grin like an idiot, happy as hell she was thinking about interspecies babies and how that all worked. “No, no cubs for us yet. These crazy ass kids are all my siblings. Our babies will be tigers though, it goes by the most dominant gene and technically I’m a human. But our cubs will be very special and have powers,” Katrina answers, looking pleased. I glance at Livia to gauge her reaction and she seems thoughtful. I tighten my grip on her hand.

The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's. Catarina had a secret: she abhorred human flesh. Having gone to college for Biology in Manila, Catarina had genetically engineered fruits: mangoes, lanzones, calamansi for teas - everything jade and green under the sun of Bathala that produced the florid juices of the jungle - into sustenance for aswang, with human proteins.

Horatio explains. And there it is, all the girls squeal when he shows them pictures of the litter of kittens. I can feel Elayni staring at me; I know that means she wants one. It might not be a bad idea. I look at the kittens, and they actually have fur. They actually look like little leopards. Horatio tells them that these kittens are a week old and that he will bring them here when they are old enough to be away from their mother. Uncle Grayston has Alphas Dillion and Gideon on the computer. Travian is also on the screen. He couldn’t be here since their egg has been very active, and they think it will hatch anytime. “Well, what did the three of you find?” I ask.

Except the girls had no choice but to be here. Each girl here had been yanked from their home or the street and sold as slaves. There was no need to implant an inhibitor chip as the Hybrid girls had no spirit animal. They are faster and stronger than humans, but nowhere close to as strong as shifters. That’s why Vargr favored their race as slave whores. They could be tussled up, used violently, and would most likely recover because they could handle more. They couldn’t heal like a shifter but their bodies endured more than a human could, they could fight back though they could never match a male shifter in strength.

In the lower chambers, right above the cells where he keeps the people who piss him off, well except me, I get sent to my room, and he'll make it up for me later with ice cream and chocolate. The room was a lab, a full equipped lab with creature laying on the bed, five in total, they are exactly what he called them to be, humans with the tail and ears of a cat shifters, if I help him with this, they'll also have some of my magic in them, and since they are made by him, they are part demon, this was insanity. "You want?" I ask him with anxious, excited and worried about what we're going to do here, but I was also fully in this!