Novel & Cerita Lab Rats Series 3

“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.”

seriously, she mumbled. Lia smiled impressively as she watched her, just like a proud mother would for her kid. Even after Kamilla left, Lia still wear a satisfied smile. Gradually, she will help Kamilla get control of her emotions. While Lia is feeling accomplished, Kamilla went to the private laboratory, feeling uncertain. She is almost done with her project. Just a few more procedures and it will undergo testing. It's the most crucial aspect. It is also the part she most dreaded. After a few hours of focus, she calls it a night and tidies the workstation. But her eyes got fixed at the rodents inside the cage. They will be her first tests subjects.

Rumble… rumble… The granite door slowly swung open. “Let’s go! Let’s see the final results of our potion experiments!” said Kagura as he led Herodes and the others in. Upon entering, the group’s jaws dropped in awe. It wasn’t their first time here, but the place never failed to amaze them. In the laboratory were many cages, covered in black cloth. Spine-chilling grunts could be heard coming from within them. Further inspection showed that each cage had many instruments hooked onto it. Some to detect physiological status, some to anesthetize, and many more.

Melissa had sent me a video. It was Howard, playing "Truth or Dare" while tipsy. His roommate, Pierce Milett asked, "Who's your favorite girl?" Without hesitation, Howard replied, "Melissa, of course." He lost three games in a row, being drunk. "What's the most memorable night you can think of?" "Three days ago." That was the day he told me he was busy handling paperwork in preparation for graduation. Turned out he was keeping his beloved company.

“Fascinating. Even partial stabilizer exposure imprints recognition. It wants you. It needs you.” Lena’s voice cracked. “TURN IT OFF!” Kass shrugged. “Can’t. It’s awake now.” The prototype reached the glass wall. Its hand slammed into it— a loud, echoing crack. Lena screamed. The glass trembled. Cracks spread. The prototype pressed its face against it, growling low. “…mine…” Kass typed calmly. “03 shows promising fixation. If it survives this stage, we proceed to Neural Phase Two.” Lena felt cold terror rush through her spine.

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.

“Fuck. Are there investment slots?” Nathaniel chuckled quietly, clearly amused, as he guided her deeper into the lab. They stopped at the animal testing section, where rows of glass cages lined the wall. Inside them, laboratory rats lay under observation. Cassie’s smile faded instantly. Their tiny bodies trembled. Legs stiff. Movements limited. The paralysis was unmistakable. Nathaniel’s voice remained calm, precise, almost surgical. “This is where it begins.” A small group of professionals gathered around them, their attention snapping fully to Nathaniel as he made introductions. “This is Robert Gath,” he said. “Head of research.”

It was like it was constantly evolving, which only made our task of finding a cure seem more impossible. After a few moments of studying the rat, it continued to lay in its spot. Blood from the dead rat spilled over until the alive rat was lying in it. Instead of getting up and moving, it just calmly started licking at the blood on its paws. The sight sickened me worse than I thought it would have. Getting up, I went to retrieve a syringe and something to pin the rat down with. Once it was pinned and secured, it didn’t seem bothered by it, just continued to lay there, and lick its paws.

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.

beep and parted the floor, which lead to what seemed like an old elevator-like path, that was now replaced with a ladder. He placed the bottom of the torch in his mouth and climbed downwards. The floor closed back in shape above him as he continued placing one foot lower than the other on each metal strip. His last step landed him in a laboratory. It was Larry’s fourth visit to Williams’ lab. Alot of renovations had been made to increase the security of the place. He traced the light switch with his torch and turned it on. He caught sight of a creature pacing aggressively in a transparent box chamber, with its canines exposed as though preparing for a blood meal. Larry approached the glass