Genetically Engineered Catgirls Novels & Stories

She reached it just as the wail was replaced by a thick, reverent silence that hung heavy around the beautiful beast. She closely inspected her kill. If it was too genetically altered, the meat would be dangerous to ingest. To her surprise and delight, this cat looked to be in a healthy and unaltered state. There would be no need to toss the mutated bits of its body away. The entire body was consumable.

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

“David, you’re the tech guy! Build something! Call for help!” David’s voice was hollow. “Julian, look at the girls.” The thousand clones were getting to their feet. But they weren’t the same girls Maya set free. Their skin had gone black as the ship’s stone. Their eyes glowed red now. No tears, no laughter. They stood in perfect rows, staring straight at the sea. “They’re not Maya’s sisters anymore,” Catherine said. She leaned against a tree, looking worn out and heartbreakingly sad. “They’re like antennas now. The ship’s using them, sucking up everything the world knows and pulling it into the sky.”

"Who is Katerina? Who is the girl with the crown of thorns?" Silas smiled. It was a thin, bloodless thing. "You are everything, Alessia. You have been a queen in the Highlands, a spy in the Kremlin, a widow in the Pipeline. You are a masterpiece of genetic and digital engineering. A weapon designed to destabilize empires from the inside out." "And Lorenzo?" I asked, glancing at the man beside me.

From a distance, they looked like the High-Pack warriors of the old days, but as we drew closer, the wrongness became undeniable. Their fur was patchy, missing in spots where chrome ports and glowing fiber-optic cables were stitched directly into their muscle. Their eyes flickered with a cold, digital red. "Synthetics," I hissed, my heart hammering against my ribs. "They’ve taken the genetic markers of the Silver-Crest and fused them with technology." "They don't have a heartbeat," Cindy whispered, her head tilted as she filtered the sounds of the quarry. "I can hear the fans in their chests cooling their blood. Dad, they aren't alive, but they’re... thinking."

“These girls… they have something I’ve never seen. A specific sequence in their mitochondrial DNA—rare, but not impossible.” “But?” I asked. He exhaled. “But the way their genes are structured… it’s like someone designed them. There's evidence of editing. Not just natural inheritance. You don’t get this from just any parents. This sequence—it’s been programmed.” Jace cursed under his breath. “Programmed how?” I asked. Dr. Mayer tapped a sequence of letters on the screen. “Modified for high cerebral neuroplasticity. Enhanced immunity. And something else—” He paused. “It's something ancient.”

she whispered against her skin, “I do both genders.” She pulled back slightly, tipping Isadora’s chin up with two fingers, forcing the girl’s dazed, shattered eyes to meet hers. “Male. Female. Anything I want,” Caterina said with a wicked glint in her eye. “Cocks, cunts, pretty little mouths, tight little asses. I take whatever the fuck makes me wet.” Isadora’s lips parted cause honestly this was turning her on so good, her cheeks flushing dark pink even through the bruises. Caterina laughed low and soft, the sound vibrating straight through both their bodies.

There were also other girls forcefully taken from different packs and it was really disturbing. We finally made it to the massive pack of the vicious Lycan Xavier, but by then I was completely worn out and afraid of what lay ahead. "Your name?" Someone called out to me, jolting me out of my daymare. It seemed like they were writing all of our names down to keep track. "C-camelia." As I stood in line with the other girls, I caught sight of one from Goldmoon pack. Her name was Hazel and like me, she was an omega. She was also a maid at the local kitchen.

It was a mystery lost to the annals of time. But the fact that just a little less than half of the Orangelo population were born as furred Omegas, felines with the ability to carry offspring, was a huge secret. It couldn't be known to anyone outside of the Orangelo race because of the way the world worked. The elders feared they would become no better than no-furs, enslaved to the toms who needed them to carry on the species.

Zirocco said. “Only a few survivors of the species remained on this planet. Until the Chancellor became the last pure Akarrian left.” “How do you know her?” Natalie inquired. “Why did the Akarrians make us?” “I can discover each of your identities by scanning your genetic structures and matching them with your compatible Akarrian parents,” Ziracco explained. “To answer your second question, Miss Chang, in every hybrid exists a gnome genetically engineered to override the offspring’s free will and to use them as weapons to annihilate all other existing life on the planet.”