Genetically Engineered Catgirls Novels & Stories

Through the decades they perfected their new specimen. By 1985, they had created what would be the final design. They named the creatures Hish (Human Inter-Stellar Hybrids) and their characteristics were alarming. For all intents and purposes they appeared to be exactly like normal human women. They had the ability to become pregnant, they had breasts, and appeared to be woman in face and body shaped (most, in fact, were beautiful as the genes of only the best and brightest were engineered into the Hishes). However, these women also had something different. The NASA engineers who had worked on the first generation of Hishes in the 1960's had nicknamed them "dickgirls." Notwithstanding their

I demanded, my voice rougher than I intended. "They enhanced her." Marcus picked up one of the photographs, studying it with something that might have been admiration. "Modified her wolf genetics to create something stronger, faster, more resilient than any natural-born wolf. She was supposed to be the first of a new generation, the template for creating super-wolves." "That's insane," Kade breathed. "Genetic modification like that—it's been banned for decades. The Council would never approve—"

in the margin with enough pressure to scar the page. She’d been obsessed with wolf genetics. With binding and breaking bonds, with the idea that you could program loyalty, love, even violence, into the marrow of a person. She called it “integration.” I called it playing God. But in the end, she’d succeeded. Catherine had made the first generation of recalled hunters, the ones who could live with other wolves and never feel the urge to dominate or be dominated. The defect in the line, is that you think you need a hierarchy. What you need is a buffer.

He pointed towards an open silver cage, the bottom lined in plastic. "Let her go, first." "I think not. Since you didn't bring me your sister, I'm going to need some extra female bodies to use as incubators. Congratulations, my precious cat, you are going to get to play stud. Even if all the babes you father don't' come out clouded leopards, I can still sell the extras. It's amazing what people will pay for genuine shifters." "No." "As if you have a choice. Grab him."

A fifteen-year-old girl from Moscow named Katya. But her neural signature did not match the database. "Run the DNA test again," Wei demanded. The results came back. The girl was enhanced. But she was not in the Phoenix database. She was not part of the original two hundred. She was something new. Something Vasquez had created after the facility in Brazil. "Where did you come from?" Maya asked the girl directly. The girl smiled. A cold smile. An enhanced smile. "Dr. Vasquez sent me," she said. "I am the activation trigger. The moment I enter the facility and connect to the network, I will initiate the global activation sequence. All two hundred children will activate simultaneously. No integr

“Ana. A woman who hasn’t even been part of this family for long.” I looked at her, my gaze sharp. “Ana is my wife. And this isn’t about her. This is about justice. Celeste tarnished the name of Horrison Tech. She entered the Saint-Roch project, sabotaged the sensors, and endangered the migration corridor under study. Everything was clearly recorded on the live CCTV feed. We can’t pretend we didn’t see it.” “Are you certain this wasn’t fabricated? I know that girl. Celeste would never do something like this without a reason,” my dad said, his voice tense with controlled anger.

The first one has a cheetah pacing restlessly in his cage and I look at the prince in question. “Our scientists have tried to engineer the gene that allows us to shift. Thanks to the power of the Mizuki crystals, there have been a few prototypes and one of them was tested on this cheetah. At first, it was that the gene was not compatible with life. With time however, we’ve gotten it right and yet the gene seems to lie dormant in her body, unable to manifest. We’re at a loss.”

He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline. This subculture of Supernaturals was as diverse as it was majestic, boasting a lineage that included weretigers, werelions, wereleopards, werecheetahs, and even some domesticated cats. Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios.

After a few minutes, she stirred and Ceaser quickly ran to her, he ran his hand through her hair and gradually began to stroke it. "My kitten," he smiled, running a hand across her cheeks. "How do you feel?" Aria slowly raised her face towards him, crying. Her eyes had changed colour, and were now deep red. Evil, malevolence, anger and vengeance was all I could see inside those eyes. Caesar continued. "Are you ready to pay them back for what they did to you?" He asked her, and just as I had expected, she nodded, hypnotised. "Very well, my little kitten." He continued to stroke her hair and then kissed her forehead before he handed her the knife. Then he instructed her.

Luther announces my father, who basks in the cheers that fill the room. Luther hushes everyone, and they don't complain, all eager to know more about Kade's daughter. All eyes on me, I felt like a statue at the museum, scrutinised and torn apart by their gaze. I could feel them picking out my every flaw, although they didn't get to see much due to my hoodie. "Katalayha Stone ,... First born of Alpha Kade and Luna Sasha ,... first Alpha Female ,... chosen mate and wife to the notorious Alpha Hardin, and today we have the privilege to see how thick blood really is!"