Lab Rats Villains Novels & Stories

What she had never expected was that he would persuade someone within the base to betray them and help him. "What do we do now, Ms. Gillis? Please make a decision!" Everyone was frantic, like ants on a burning nest. "Extract all core experimental data. Destroy everything else." Sheryl closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, they were bloodshot, demonic. "As for all experimental subjects… eliminate every single one. Leave no survivors!" A chill swept through the room. The so-called experimental subjects included children as young as five and elderly individuals up to seventy. Yet in the eyes of this cruel and bloodthirsty woman, they were nothing more than lab rats. Their lives h

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?”

My heart beat in my chest. Then the lab doors blew in, Bloodhound raiders—Roland’s wolves, fur up all over, eyes lightening with raving vengeance for Julian—stripping through, their snarls a madness that shivered the building. Silver Veil guardians fought one another, blood splattering the vats, claws tearing at flesh, the lab a battleground of fur and steel, screams and howls merging in a frenzy.

I continue. “And you, Lily…you’ve ruined Moonlit Labs. You’re motivated by greed and power. You use people around you for your own needs and never return the help they give. You belittle people, you hit them, abuse them, and use them like they are pawns,” I begin. Gasps and hushed whispers ignite around the room. Instead of looking at me, they turn their attention to the heads of the Silvertail pack. I smirk and stand in front of the three villains.

She was fingering herself, not knowing that her life has become a show to whoever that stares or watches her from the windows. This is what those monsters are doing to ladies they lure into their trap. Once they give them this drug, they become a nymphomaniac, craving for sex whenever their body gets an itch. That's how they run their sex club and please themselves by watching. "I wonder what happens when it gets to an advance stage. Do the mafias still keep them or toss them aside?" I asked myself, curious to know the end result of an infected person. "I noticed the three new lab rats you brought in. Two ladies and a man. Did the dude gulp down the substance as well or..."

He kicked her in the stomach, and Valeria felt her breath getting caught in her throat. “Son,” Vladimir snapped. He left Valeria, and Valeria couldn’t see properly for a while. “I don’t care who you are. Here, you are our lab rat. I have always wanted a powerful lab rat, and now I have one. You are going to be put into so much pain; I hope you still maintain some courage,” he said, and Valeria looked at the ceiling. It was so bright here. “Begin,” he said, and they all left the room. They went outside, and he sat down on the chair, looking at Valeria.

“You give me your panel; I’ll run it myself and share aggregate findings. My patients don’t become your lab rats.” He inclined his head. “Negotiable. Two: protection. I’m running out of safe places to sleep. Victor Voss doesn’t like loose ends, and neither do his friends.” Her wolf bared its teeth at that name silently. “You think Victor is behind this,” she said.

Byron hadn’t called anyone on the phone. But his mental state had not changed he was still insane. He hadnt abducted anyone yet, but he still did his experiments. “All of my rats have gone missing, as if they knew I was after them as if they were saved by an angel.” Byron said, holding a rat with his two hands tightly preventing it from breathing. Byron then looked up at the ceiling, Agent lunga controlled the robo bugs to try and hide them.

Virel leaned back slightly. Riven’s vision tunneled. The room erupted into overlapping voices. “What lab?” “What are they talking about?” “What could possibly be happening at this lab.” “Bait?” “What are they trying to do to his mate?” “Was this authorized…” Other alpha’s and members of the council were confused about what was going on. Riven couldn’t fully unravel everything yet, he needed proper evidence of what was happening in that lab before he could fully rat out the council. Murmurs filled the chamber but Riven heard none of it, his thoughts splintered violently.

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.