Lab Rat Series Novels & Stories

Their eyes glowed red. “I’ve got this, Mom,” Ralin said confidently. He quickly created his own air shield, adding a bit of pale green color so Leesa would know what he was doing. The rodents did not make as much noise slamming into the barrier as the crows did, but their fur sizzled more loudly than the birds’ feathers as they died. The swarm of rats kept coming, climbing up upon the bodies of their fellows to try to get at their three targets. The stench of their charred corpses was even stronger and more foul than that of the crows.

The maddened rat squad must be plugged in somewhere, a situation that Lena’s horrifically blurry warning — Protocol at lab entrance, reversal agent — felt like a lifeline for pushing me farther into the dark. The lab was a mausoleum of steel and mystery, the air heavy with the tang of chemicals and rot, darkness consuming my flashlight’s narrow cone. I felt my heart race, fear driving it as I looked around the cluttered workbenches, which were blanketed with broken vials and faded notes, the last remnants of Marrow’s frantic work. Natasha had been here, I thought with her as a ghost, her meddling in Lena’s lab — N.A. wrote on tainted vials — a cruel tribute to her lack of whimsy. Lena’s fold

Kael Standing at the head of the long steel table in the heart of my underground laboratory, with the hum of refrigeration units and the scent of chemicals filling the air. The walls were lined with reinforced glass cases holding rows of glowing vials, my life’s work, the serum that would turn ordinary blood into something unstoppable. Dr. Lira Voss, the same woman who had overseen Lizabella’s treatment, leaned over a holographic display, as three other lead scientists flanked her, tablets in hand, faces illuminated by the blue glow of data streams.

Lab rat? Now, when Lent put it that way, it was quite revolting. “I wasn’t a lab rat, Lent…I was just trying to know if it would be a better fit for the clan. I have a lycan, so if it's deathly, I wouldn’t be likely to die unlike you all. I was doing it for the good of the clan.” Kaden stated, not liking the term lab rat at all. “I see, but don't do that again, Kaden. Seriously. You should let us in on these things,” Casper opined. “So, what were the results of the experiment?”

Zyris enthusiastically replies, grinning ear-to-ear. The cafe owner chuckles in amusement. "That's good to hear. I'm quite worried about their safety though. I've heard rumors that owls are also around the area and are quite vicious. They won't attack the scientist, will they?" "Don't worry. Their presence is quite rare around the lab. The rats either die because they can't handle it, or they run away from the lab and are caught by other crows." 'What? Rats? Crows? Owls?' Xavier frowns, not understanding a single word they're saying. It could be related to the research they are working on. Are they researching the interaction between rats and crows? That's just cruel.

Seeing that Sue was livid, Igor promptly told the staff to turn on the projector screen and play the recording of the experiment for Frank. It was a time-lapse video, showing that in just three days, a lab rat with its rear leg miraculously regenerated moved around like nothing happened. The later footage of macaques showed the same result, and some of their arms were significantly stronger after regenerating, with one almost punching through the tempered glass. Sue sighed in relief—thank goodness Igor actually produced results, or she would be humiliated.

I left the lab, almost bumping a few shoulders on my way. I had to get out of there, I had to get some air. All the air on the planet maybe. Liam Anderson was my biggest nightmare. My biggest headache. The thought of having to spend the next six months of my life looking at his face every single day, or well, almost every single day, made me nauseous in ways I couldn't describe. His arrogance was unbearable. Ok, he was the best in robotics, but that didn't give him the right to stick his nose into other people's projects and…my phone bipped. Message. I came to a halt. It was from an unknown number.

*SQQQUUEEEKK! the remaining Rats is not giving up their comrade and attack too but we successfully block them *SQQUUUEEEE..* and another Big Rat has been slain! Art gather another set of water for the next attack of rats *SQQUEEEK!!!!* the remaining Big Rat is more enraged than before and attacks us in front! both of them jumps towards us but the Rat is just an animal even though it is mutated a little, its brain was focus on its primal nature and attacks us without caring about anything

Thunder rattled the night sky, but Glen didn't hear it, his mind already lost in the past. Ten hours. Ten hours and seventeen minutes to be exact. The fact Cherish made it amazed him. There were a few times when exhaustion seemed to sap every ounce of energy she had in reserves out of her, the pain too much to bear, her screams ricocheting off the walls of the delivery room. He held her hand, or rather, she held his, squeezing the hell out of it. He thought he would have to get it put in a cast if she kept it up. Still, even with the pain screaming through his fingers, he smiled, telling her she could do it, helping her to breathe like they learned in Lamaze class. Dr. Patton sat between his

“First of all, thank you for coming on such short notice. Jessica and I have made crucial progress with the sulfa tablets. It doesn’t differ much from the previous formula that I fixed for Moonlit Labs, but will be much more accessible to the public and the citizens of the country.” I turn to Jessica and she passes me a large plate that holds four tiny bowls. Inside the bowls is a crisp white powder. I hold the plate out and the three of them take a bowl, inspecting it. Setting the plate down, I take the last bowl and direct their attention to a sick lab rat in a cage. “I’m going to take the powder and apply a small amount to his exposed wound that has sadly been infected.” Out of the corner