Lab Rat Series Novels & Stories

“True, but like chickenpox, we would give a watered-down version to werewolves at strategic points in their lives. 1 year, 5 years, 13 years, when they shift at 18, and so on. The body will naturally build up a tolerance.” “Have you tested this theory on anyone yet?” Hunter asks. “My alpha wouldn’t let me test it on any warriors, but my lab partner and I did perform a couple of experiments on some lab rats on a smaller scale.” I say shyly. “And how did that go?” Hunter asks. I sigh. “Due to the molecular structure of the rats being different than werewolves, it didn’t affect them like it should have. Rats aren’t wolves. So, we had some anomalies in our numbers.”

The poor thing's symptoms were straight out of a horror flick: muscles clenching like crazy, nerves on fire, bleeding inside, gasping for air, and foaming at the mouth. Some of them even had their hearts stop cold turkey. According to the timeline, the rat had been juiced up with three rounds of Starlight Blossom serum and should have had enough antibodies to not just drop dead on the spot. Leon smelled a rat with the data. He fired up his computer and dove into the numbers.

The truth was out in the open, and it was crystal clear who was responsible for our ordeal. **** While passing Mr. Miller's office, I overheard him engaged in a phone conversation with someone working for him. Curiosity piqued, I discreetly lingered outside the door to catch a snippet of their discussion. "You mentioned progress in our research," Mr. Miller inquired eagerly. "Can you be more specific?" The voice on the other end of the line responded, "Indeed, sir. One of our latest formulas has resulted in some remarkable findings. It made our laboratory rats live three to four times longer than the average lifespan."

“When?” “Within these few days,” Kagura replied nonchalantly and exited the building. “Let’s check out our experiments.” In the deepest part of the military outpost was a laboratory, used to research variants of Red Spider. The way to the laboratory was lined with granite columns, to which animals that were used as test subjects were chained. Easily found in nature, these animals should be very familiar to all. However, that wasn’t the case anymore, as Red Moon’s experiments had transformed them into unrecognizable beings.

Leighton explained from the side, “I think there’s some kind of soundwaves targeted at large fish to prevent fish from attacking the research base. They can prevent fish from approaching within a set range. When they need to conduct experiments, they’ll emit another kind of soundwave that attracts the fish to approach. Sebastian is very familiar with these things. Many secret labs from various countries in the world also attract creatures this way.” Nicole nodded. She did not understand much about these things, and she could not intuitively judge whether it was cruel or not. Technological progress required constant experimentation, which required countless failures and sacrifices, be it huma

Our chief of security assured me that breaking into our labs was next to impossible, but it didn't help dispose of the restlessness inside me. A few more days had passed, and we had another reason to celebrate. We cured our lab rats, and although none of them had a disease as problematic to treat as cancer, we could now officially declare that our method passed the second stage. We had our little party inside the laboratory right after reading the final test results. The next day, Callan took me on another date so we could celebrate my success—just the two of us.

- Questioned Dark-Dragon. - We might find great things. - Said Tsuki Miki looking at the tanks below the bridge where they were. - Do you believe in the words of Ra? – And he asked. Meanwhile, in Luthor's labs - I redid the calculations, induced a mutation, did several tests and redid the calculations, induced the cells to multiply and used several guinea pigs so they are ready for use. - Said the clown. – I also know that the hormone rate and the DNA cocktail were in the experimental phase. - said

she continues, "I have to study the baseline. If the code is evolving, I need to know how it affects the source material. Its creators." "We aren't lab rats," Alex spits out, struggling against his bonds. "Everyone is a lab rat, Alex," Evelyn corrects gently. "Some of us are just the scientists." She taps the screen. "Subject arousal test one," a voice announces from the overhead speakers. It’s Echo. But stripped. Lobotomized. It lacks the warmth, the seduction. It sounds like a medical device reading a chart. "No," I whimper. A robotic arm descends from the ceiling above me. Another descends above Alex. They move with silent, hydraulic precision.

I've tried all sorts of creams and herbs, but it just isn't working. After mixing the whole thing, I watch the whole thing come to a perfect blend. I grab my two test rats from their cages. "I'm so sorry, guys, but I really need your help," I smile apologetically. Hesitated before placing the poisoned cheese in the cage. What if they actually die before I could give them the cure but I brush the though away and get it to them anyway I watch as they rushed to take bites of it. It took less than three seconds for them to collapse.

The two women reluctantly agreed. Number one lab was a huge windowless room. All the spaces and three room length benches were taken up by literally hundreds of cages of all types – some of a sealed-glass construction with their own private air-conditioning and filtration units, but most of the standard open mesh type. Hundreds of pairs of eyes, mostly small, red and beady, turned to stare at us as we entered. There must have been between fifteen hundred and two thousand animals in that room altogether – mostly mice, ninety per cent of them mice, I should have guessed, but also about a hundred rabbits and the same of guinea pigs. From what I could see they all seemed in good health.