Lab Rats Villain Novels & Stories

The sound, the recent quake, and the smell of blood attracted the rats again, they left their burrows with bloodshot eyes and madly dashed towards the injured monsters. “Fuck! Rhino 4 and Rhino 5 help your brothers! Beenedict get out of the cave and finish the lizard with Skeletor! All the tunneling worms attack the rats with all you got! Earl and Rhino 10 prepare to attack if things go south!” He was starting to get nervous, biting his virtual nail as the rats neared Rhino 3, but the tunneling worms managed to gobble up the fastest ones, then, he hastily moved them to attackers.

"Smart. But risky. If she thinks we’re using you as bait, she might cut you loose completely. You ready for that?" "Ready?" I laughed sharp. "She already cut me loose. Left me as payment. I want answers from her. About Dad too. The informant said she wasn’t clean. Maybe she knew about the labs." Victor stood and walked around the desk. "Your father’s name keeps coming up. He fought the experiments. Lila might have played both sides. Money from the vaults could be going to whoever runs the remaining labs." I looked up at him. "Then we stop her. What do you need from me right now? Besides sitting here as collateral."

The universe really said expectations versus reality that all her expectations really went down the drain with her standards. She was given romance with the villain. The villain who is the devil she signed a contract with. The villain who is sleeping soundly on her chest right now. The villain named Navier. Now, dating the villain doesn’t seem so bad… or is it?

Despite knowing deep within that it was ‘almost’ impossible for her walk into Acre Hills much less enter the heavily secure cold storage area without being caught, the man was determine to blame the clueless girl or perhaps to convince himself of another possibility as oppose to having his precious vials stolen by the dead. To think of all the extra measures he took just to get his hands on the Rayburn’s RNA that flows through the genetic cells of the old man and his twin offspring, including the perverse act of capturing additional persons as collateral lab rats to lure those he truly wanted… framing them for crimes that weren’t even real, labelling them as mentally unstable and turning the

"Boss, we've got a problem. Things are about to get ugly." I downed a stiff drink and gestured for them to continue. Tom took the lead, reporting on the progress of a task I had assigned him earlier. His words sent a shiver down my spine. "I found the guy, boss. His name is V, as in Valentine," Tom said, his voice barely above a whisper. The glass slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor. My mind raced as the truth finally dawned on me. "She's the rat, isn't she?" I asked, my voice choked with bitterness.

As I got closer, the contents of the tanks became clear. They were wolves. Werewolves. In the first tank, a malformed creature with oversized claws and no skin floated in green liquid. In the next, a perfect human child with wolf ears, dead. In the third... I stopped. The face in the third tank was familiar. It was younger, softer, but unmistakable. It was Valerius. Or rather, a Valerius. "Subject V-748," Ben Carter read the plaque aloud, his voice devoid of emotion, purely analytical. "Defect: Aggression centers unstable. IQ below threshold. Disposition: Incinerated."

The Harley Davidson is by the side, the engine still running as the woman screamed for help. The vampires, as he guessed, were pulling her up by her limbs to capture her as their slave. "Leave her..." he slurs upon his words. Hearing his voice, they all turn to see the male in faltering steps by the tree, only his silhouette visible. "Or what?" Lucien chuckles gravely, his shoulder bouncing with delight. "You don't want to know that." It was because he was mutated. Without his permission. He was made into a lab rat when he was barely eleven years old.

She nodded and asked him about his mission. She really wasn't expecting for Yman to acquire such a quest. After all, rats were a very hated pest. They were gross and scary. Yeah, they have fluffy fur, but they were not cute to pet. Well, depending on rats though. Since there were rats also that looks cute like a highbred hamster. Highbred hamsters intentionally bred for petting purposes. But the thing was, Yman took the quest about the Evil Rats! Those Evil Rats were hideous looking with the body as big as normal pigs. And their mouths were dripping with greenish saliva that contains poison. And those pointed teeth outside its mouth, well, scary and gross when it bites you.

--- Inside the Lab — The Nerve Center The doors hissed open, smooth and seamless, as Soo-ah hacked the biometric lock. Valerian moved with precision, clearing the small antechamber before entering. The lab was pristine, sterile, almost unnervingly quiet. Rows of serum vials glimmered under fluorescent lights, computers displayed live test results, and cages in the corner revealed the cruel experiments — human subjects strapped to tables, unconscious under monitoring equipment. Soo-ah’s stomach churned. “They’re worse than we imagined,” she whispered. Her hands shook as she began copying files to a portable drive, ensuring the evidence couldn’t be destroyed.

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