Lab Rats Season 3 Novels & Stories

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that Lily is barely paying attention, handing her bowl to Sebastian’s Beta. I continue with the demonstration and gesture for them to come close and watch. A large magnifying glass hovers over the rat’s stomach where its infection is. Sebastian steps behind me, his chest pressing against my back, towering over me, watching as the powder goes its work. My breathing grows shallow. Subconsciously, I push back into him, tilting my head to the side so he can have a better view. Jessica clears her throat and my gaze snaps to hers. She barely shakes her head, gaze flickering to Lily, whose glare shoots daggers at Sebastian and I. I gulp and dip under his arm, c

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."

After receiving the data from Arbotte Laboratory, Lance immediately led his team into a frenzy of overtime work. The information provided by Arbotte Laboratory gave them a breakthrough and set them on the right path. After several days of research, the team overcame a technical barrier. Excitedly, Lance found Cory and said, "I have good news for you! Our experiment has reached the third stage!" Upon hearing this, Cory was also delighted and said, "This is indeed good news. Lance, congratulations. By the way, Boss is here. Let's go and share this piece of good news with him."

Lily's expression changed. "I don't know what you're talking about..." She edged behind my mother. "I've never been here." Mrs. Grace smiled. "Then how did you find this place?" She turned and pulled up a segment of security footage. The timestamp was three months ago. By then my wolf was nearly gone. I had almost nothing left: no taste, no smell. I couldn't eat. My limbs had gone stiff, and I barely had the strength to lift my arms.

“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.”

"It's all natural if you think about it. Our team has created a supplement that will make any alpha immediately rush into it's mating drive. There's nothing wrong with augmenting their existing nature." I looked wide eyed into the space below. We were looking down into the lab as there was still a flight of stairs to get down to the main floor. But, from here we had a whole bird's eye view of the workings of the lab and the people scurrying about doing their jobs. There were two beta males in hazmat suits who were looking from specimen to another. They were wearing gas masks as they stared up at us nodding and waving. They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into t

She got into the car. Before the driver closed the door she looked back at me. "See you tomorrow, Sebastian." "I will be here." The car drove away. I stood there until it was gone. Then I went back to my office. The building was quiet. Most of the employees had gone home. I was looking at the security schedule for the day when all the monitors in the control room started flickering. One screen went black. Then another. The chief of security stood up. "Mr. Cross." His voice was sharp. "We have lost contact with Laboratory Three."

“Dr. Russell, all your lab mice have indeed died of an unknown cause as of now. As for the videos you provided, they only serve as a reference, as we still can’t determine their authenticity. “This is a serious matter, whether it was you who made a mistake or someone else sabotaged the experiment. Therefore, before we get to the bottom of what happened, you and Dr. Stone can no longer work in the lab.” “What the....” A commotion broke out. “So what Dr. Blanc is saying is that both Dashiell and Lily would have to be contained?” “Dr. Blanc,” Lily slowly said, “I have no objections.” “Dr. Blanc…” Dashiell wanted to say something, but hearing her calm reply, he could not finish what he wanted to

The west wing basement lab was deep underground, reinforced by the same steel that once served as an old war bunker during the founding years of the academy, but even that couldn’t stop the chill that had settled over everyone like a second skin. “We’re live,” Graham muttered, his voice low and strained as he tapped the keyboard rapidly. “Geo-sensors are active, thermal imaging calibrated. We’ll have a 3D heat map of the entire east quadrant in thirty seconds.” “Finally,” Lucas exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’ve been in the dark too long.” “And I don’t like it,” Liam added, pacing near the door, the veins on his forearms taut with tension. “I felt that thing earlier. It’s not a no

"What do I need to do to fulfill grandpa's dream?" My grandma stood up. "All these years, I have collected as much information as I could. You first need to find your grandpa's three loyal betas who now have their own packs and are enemies of each other." She went into the room and brought two magazines. She handed them to me and when I opened them, I was shocked. The pictures of the three men whom I had encountered this morning were carved on different pages. I stared at my grandma in confusion and she said,