Hamster Wheel Brain Novels & Stories

"My mom stayed over and messed it up, so I replaced it." He sounded totally normal. Not a crack in his voice. "Anyway, I booked us a place for tonight. Dress up, okay? I wanna see my gorgeous wife properly." I hung up, but the longer I sat with it, the worse it felt. Finally, I posted on social media: [Just got back from a six-month business trip. Found my hamster dead, lungs completely black. Suspect someone's been smoking at home—or worse. Should I suspect my husband of cheating?]

He was one of the most intelligent wolves she’d ever met, he would find out. “Did Vedma give it to you?” She nodded. “Did she also tell you about the side effects of not being fully in control, brain damage if combined with head trauma, addiction…?” “She did,” Ada answered still boiling at him patronizing her like that. She wasn’t going to justify or explain her decision. “You weren’t even fighting properly. Just throwing strong punches will get you killed faster. It is worse than being drunk. Your brain gets fogged up in either anger or euphoria and you stop being careful or logical. That’s the last thing you need during that fight.”

The great doctor. On a norm, we wolves have a fast healing ability for physical injuries like broken bones, bites, or even poisoning. But a brain tumour isn't an external wound. It is an abnormal cell growth inside the brain. The healing can't recognise it as an injury, so instead of repairing it, their bodies actually feed it, making it worse. And as a human doctor, Madeline would know how to diagnose and treat the condition with surgery, scan and medical knowledge we wolves don't have.

I am about to say something witty and sarcastic and then our phones start chiming and vibrating from our wake-up alarms. “Three-on-one in wolf form!” I yell out to the warriors. They break off into groups and get to work. I weave in and out of their circles and take mental notes. Sage would have been so proud of the she-wolves. Nobody knows where she is. Saph and Richard told me that her brain scans showed some damage to the area that controls her memory. It’s possible when she woke up, she didn’t know where she was and panicked. I just hope she is safe. I want to lead a team to look for her, but with this newest threat from Bram and The Underground, we can’t afford to send any warriors away

I did not complain even when the procedures felt quite uncomfortable because all of it was a small price to pay to learn what exactly had gone wrong on me, so we could fix it before it got worse. But they hadn’t found anything out of the ordinary, nothing to say about why I couldn’t transform into my wolf or how I’d miraculously recovered from the blood draining as well as the torture in three days. I did not know how that had happened. It should be impossible. And on top of that, the scans didn’t show the damage in my brain. As far as everything was concerned, I ought to be healthy. But I was not. “I believe so. All I have at the moment are hypotheses that I came up with after doing extensi

He wondered how Zion had managed to be so arrogant and domineering in the military region. Seeing that he didn't move, Zion kicked him. "What are you waiting for?" "Hey, I'll go now." Whale felt that he was very miserable. It seemed that after coming here, his brain became more and more useless, and he was getting less and less liked by his boss. Could it be that his intelligence had dropped? Whale shook his head and felt depressed. It seemed that it was time to eat more DNA to supplement his brain. Zion didn't care what Whale thought. He said directly to Anton, "Do you know where Maximilian lives?"

But he's no gonzo inventor–he's Maurice Hart, head of Research and Development for Neuroworks, a trillion-dollar tech titan. Now this human is sitting in front of me, claiming he’s invented a collar–a fucking collar–that will stop a wolf from shifting. It allegedly works by disrupting electrical impulses in the brain. He’s explaining all this to me very excitedly, so pleased with himself. Maurice hands me the silver collar. It doesn’t look like a totally janky piece of shit, unfortunately. It’s smooth and cold and looks legit. “Let’s take it for a test drive,” I say.

The thought of such blatant disrespect, coupled with the potential failure of his mission, fueled a cruel contempt for the Moon Howlers Alpha. “Regrettably, yes,” Antonius confirmed, shaking his head with sorrow that felt entirely genuine. “Beta Jax had, in fact, recently contacted a specialist in the Human Territories to assess her condition. Her symptoms are consistent with the onset of an aggressive form of dementia, though the pack doctor cannot confirm a precise diagnosis without extensive neurological testing.” Walther allowed a sharp, guttural growl of exasperation to escape, his anger aimed not at the messenger, but at the treacherous complexity of the situation. He was now chasing a

Yianju Headquarters is the largest research base located in Shamo Country. The base had come under fire from the World Physician Association just as they created a new variation of the beast called the horsehair worm. Horsehair worm is a kind of parasite that usually lives in the body of insects, especially grasshoppers and is able to influence its host's thoughts to commit suicide. The new Horsehair worm made by the Yianju headquarters, once destroyed the inhabitants of a city in the land of Shamo. Unfortunately, although it often receives criticism from various parties, Yianju Headquarters remains firmly established because reportedly, the headquarters has a fairly strong support behind th

My fear of looking broken had made me blind to the actual danger surrounding Maverick. "Forget the blame," Ford muttered, his voice flat. He looked at Irene. "Irene, what exactly were you able to pick up from the sample?" Irene leaned forward, resting her hands against the edge of the table. "What I could deduce was that its primary function is to disrupt the brain, Alpha Ford.” She replied, almost looking proud, as if Ford looking to her for answers was a huge honour for her. “Once the liquid is exposed to any direct heat, it evaporates into a microscopic vapor that systematically targets the brain's cognitive pathways, inducing what looked like hallucination and paranoia."