Lab Rats Villains Novels & Stories

“Project E wasn’t a single experiment. It was a series. Twelve candidates. All children, all born under the same genetic protocol. Each designed to adapt — faster, stronger, smarter. A new generation of human intelligence. But your mother—Vanessa—wanted to weaponize it. Your father wanted to own it. And in their war, they destroyed every prototype but one.” He paused. His eyes met mine. “You.” My stomach dropped. “So you’re saying I’m—what? A lab rat?” “Not a rat,” he said quietly. “A blueprint.” I shook my head, backing up a step. “No. You’re lying. You have to be. I’m a person, not some—some engineered experiment.”

"They smell the power vacuum. They think the Citadel’s fall means the meat is free for the taking." A dozen shapes emerged from the mist. They weren't Corvin soldiers. They were the Dregs—failed hibrida prototypes that had escaped the lower labs years ago, living like rats in the sewers. Their skin was a patchwork of gray fur and scar tissue. Their eyes were clouded with cataracts, but their hunger was sharp. They didn't have Sora’s refinement or Vardan’s discipline. They were raw, mindless hunger.

I left the lab, almost bumping a few shoulders on my way. I had to get out of there, I had to get some air. All the air on the planet maybe. Liam Anderson was my biggest nightmare. My biggest headache. The thought of having to spend the next six months of my life looking at his face every single day, or well, almost every single day, made me nauseous in ways I couldn't describe. His arrogance was unbearable. Ok, he was the best in robotics, but that didn't give him the right to stick his nose into other people's projects and…my phone bipped. Message. I came to a halt. It was from an unknown number.

Then she wailed in pain, for the hand she’d stitched a grid into was gone, and rats were pouring out from her wrist. It was instant madness. Rats were everywhere, crawling from all sides of the circle, across the floor, digging through books. They all had oversized, all-too-human grins. They went straight for Mr. Pervis, nipping at his ears and fingers. He brushed them away, stomped them with his boots, squished them in his fists. All the while, Loretta wailed in pain.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

said Sebastian. Meanwhile, High Djinn Moraa searched the facility, killed two vampires and one elf scientist, and seized evidence of what this secret lab was used for and what they were researching. She found log books and journals of clinical trials. In one of the rooms, she found a werewolf wearing a lab coat hidden under a desk, shivering in fear. She stupefied him. “Can you send me Zahor and Eva? I found a researcher hiding. I stupefied him to take him to our dungeon for questioning,” said High Djinn Moraa to High Elf Frizzo through their twinning bond mind-link.

However, contrary to expectations, the display fizzled out from just a light jab from Frank, and it even blew up in flames. Shocked, the scientist promptly put out the fire, while Frank smiled in wry amusement and apologized. "Sorry, I was holding back, but it's just more fragile than I thought!" The scientist was left speechless. So that was why Igor was insistent that a bigwig be their lab rat—such freaky physical data would be unmatched, even among the rest of the world! In short, this man was the best lab rat! And over the remaining tests, Frank's results surpassed the norm by a country mile.

Elite Marlon was stuck with the thirty civilians that were found in cells on their way throughout the tunnel after being attacked by the electronic robots with laser beams and vampires. “Argh!” The battlefield was repleted with grunts, pants, perspiration, tremors, spent vomit, sulfur, and blood. Everything in the laboratory was destroyed. As Heron hurled torrents of fists at the tall ogre-like creature before him. Each brutal contact sent the creature clumsily stepping backward until one powerful punch had it flying rearward through several walls that blocked the path of their way out.

Their eyes glowed red. “I’ve got this, Mom,” Ralin said confidently. He quickly created his own air shield, adding a bit of pale green color so Leesa would know what he was doing. The rodents did not make as much noise slamming into the barrier as the crows did, but their fur sizzled more loudly than the birds’ feathers as they died. The swarm of rats kept coming, climbing up upon the bodies of their fellows to try to get at their three targets. The stench of their charred corpses was even stronger and more foul than that of the crows.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. The enemy’s killing each other now? What kind of sick twist is this?” The guy just stared, probably wondering if I’d lost it. Honestly, maybe I had. I turned back to the feed. Flames were still blooming across the screen, eating the lab from the inside out. The security cameras were shorting one after another. All that tech, all that blood money, all those years of experiments it was vanishing in minutes. “This doesn’t make sense,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “Villains don’t just turn on each other like this. They fight to the end. They drag everyone down with them. Not… this.”