Genocide Online Novels & Stories

"Not good ones. But choices." Seraphina continued where I left off, our thoughts so aligned through the bond that we spoke almost in unison. "First choice: register. Comply with the act. I hope humanity shows mercy. Historically, this has never worked. Every registration program in human history has led to persecution. Japanese internment. Jewish ghettos. Indigenous reservations. Registration is always the first step toward genocide."

“They know about you now. Can’t put that cat back into the bag. The government is already voting on legislation for mandatory testing and cuffing of any monsters, branding and tagging them. They’re talking about forced sterilization to control the population, seizing property, and restricting access to schools, all that sort of thing.” “Of course, they are,” Talen sighed. “Dissenters will be relocated to re-education camps, and their children taken into care,” Talen’s Van Helsing continued. “Re-education camps,” Talen nodded. “Let me guess that few will return from those camps alive.” “Genocide,” Rohan said, unsurprised. “That’s what August has been telling everyone their plans are.” “It’s h

" Since the Progenitors now planned to kill millions of innocent humans who didn't know they were werewolves, the death toll increased exponentially. Elena protested, "You're committing genocide against non-werewolves." The Progenitor said, "We're removing contamination from the baseline population." "Those 8 million carry markers that could grant werewolf abilities to future generations. We're eliminating carriers to prevent that." President Marshall's government tried to help the 8 million Americans being killed, but the Progenitors dismissed human authority like ISOC. "Baseline specimens don't negotiate with experiment administrators," Progenitor said. In 48 hours, we'll bring sterilizati

Stench of blood, ashes and fire. Zeve’s lips left my skin, and I remained paralysed for a few minutes. Those visions were not of just a normal attack, it was the end of an entire bloodline, a complete civilization. The genocide saw no gender, age, caste, colour or creed. Lives were lost in intimidating numbers — it was the end of the ultimas. The colossal darkness engulfed those lively islands. Streams of blood flowed thinner than water. Houses shattered, palaces trampled, memories of the dead, incomplete stories were the only things left behind as the blood seeped deeper in the soil, turning it red.