Novel & Cerita Lab Rats Villain

Valerius’s laboratory was a blasphemous cathedral of science and sorcery. In the center of the room, a massive, intricate array was drawn on the floor in fresh cinnabar ink, surrounding a slab of black obsidian where Caleb now lay. Above him, suspended by brass chains, hung hundreds of glass vials containing the glowing, crimson essence of the Beta Strain—Valerius’s own blood, distilled over three millennia.

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

“The Dominican Republic is a small piece, but it’s a useful one. We have our men there. I’ll make sure they know about Marcellus’ little scheme.” “And then?” Keith asks, his tone curious. “And then we let him walk into his trap,” I say, a cold smile forming on my lips. Keith nods, clearly satisfied with my plan. I turn back to Nate. “Shut it off. We’ve heard enough.” Nate clicks a few buttons and the screen goes dark. The room feels quieter now. Keith looks at me. “Ally with other mafias?” he says, shaking his head. “Does he really think they will trust him?”

"Patrols reported that they found the Rogue hideout." That piqued his interest. Zain leaned closer. "Where?" "They were following a man, a Jacob Union. I checked with Alpha Rhys, and he told me he was exiled for murdering his adoptive parents. Don't blame the bastard, reports say there were signs of abuse in the house and the parents ran a major meth lab in their basement and liked to test their products on the kids they were taking care of." Zain shook his head, in disgust. "Nothing I hate more than people who hurt kids. That boy deserved a medal not being banished from his pack."

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?”

“They will keep digging until they succeed unless we find a way to make digging through to us fearsome. I saw your rats in action in the tunnel that I collapsed. They were fearsome.” “That they are,” the miner smirked slightly. “When they’re hungry.” “I would like for every tunnel that the humans start to be filled with red-eyed rats hungry for blood. I’d like for the humans to see their eyes glow in the darkness and to retreat in fear. To see them take down their prey in squabbling heaps and tear them to pieces and wonder,” Thaelen felt his eyes heat and knew that they glowed as red as a vampire rat’s in the darkness of a tunnel. “What they would do to them. But they must be controllable, t

He asked. "You see I once came across a method of torture that uses these... Vermins, as a main agent for cruel death." The werewolf began to lead a narrate as he lighted torches all around the cages, making sure non made contact with Martin. "Rats tend to look for the most plausible option to escape their imminent death, at least anyone that they can get their claws through and well. If they're surrounded by cage, get what surface is the most possible to claw through."

Cairo hadn’t been Sean’s choice. FLASHBACK — MESSARA LAB, 1943 — NIGHT A stripped-down lab, crates stacked for retreat. A German doctor in a stained coat stood over a strapped Greek teenager. “Extraction,” he murmured for the log. “No anesthetic.” The boy screamed; orderlies held him. Vials clinked. A second table. A sobbing girl dragged into restraints, then stilled with the butt of a rifle. The doctor’s glare cut the guard to size. “You damage my subject, you answer to me.” Mixtures prepared, syringes loaded, notes scratched in a hand too calm for the room. Down in the catacomb, another body joined the heap. The silence learned to hold all of it.

He killed his own father for heaven's sake. In the novel, he was described as someone who didn't feel any guilt, sorrow, or love and has a hobby of torturing his prisoners. But of course, it changed when he met the heroine. I didn't think it was love, but he became quite obsessed with the heroine and did all sorts of crazy things in order to possess her. The point is, he was a devil with the face of an angel. And that devil was currently standing in front of me. How come the villain and the villainess met at the marketplace? Fuck! This isn't supposed to happen!

"Not mine anymore." "You… are not planning on taking it back from Leon?" "Soon." He muttered. Tentatively Lily moved toward him, half-afraid he might disappear into the night if she pressed too hard. “Um- the rats… wouldn’t dare.” He arched a golden brow. “You’re obviously unfamiliar with the rats native to London. They fear no demon.” “Perhaps no demon, but every creature fears an oversized alpha chief.” His gaze deliberately skimmed over her pale face, lingering on the dark shadows beneath her eyes.