Monster Mutation Novels & Stories

“Aren't you kidding me?” His parents and uncle only looked down at the boy's question, which gave him to understand they were serious. “But how is that possible?” Dan asked again. “I don't understand…” “It's complicated, Dan, but it has to do with the serum I created to control the mutant gene,” Christopher said. “Somehow it interfered with the vampire's venom and caused your genes to merge with it.” “But the important thing is you're okay now, son,” Amira said. “How am I going to be okay, if now I am a kind of "monster" made up of two horrible creatures?”

Mostly, lycanthropy is hereditary, but some horrible attacks have been known to bring it on. My mother barely survived when she was raped. Coming out of the hospital with the slashes all over her face and arms, her mother barely recognized her. When she didn’t turn on the first full moon, doctors were ecstatic. When she found out she was pregnant, they began to fear the worst again. I only got half the symptoms myself, and people say my dad was a pack leader. "Here you go, sugar," Sheila whispers, appearing from nowhere. Her perfume cuts my nostrils like a knife, and so does her human meaty smell.

I gobbled up the cup contents and sighed, getting in a comfortable position to ask what was going on. “Am I dreaming, is she really a Monster? What are you anyways? I understand you and I am going to tell you anything you want to know” she said getting up from her place, which made me backup a little. “in the military base, there was no such thing as ”terrorist attack” They actually had a plan to create or rather to modify a specific human into what they called “a super soldier” a specific human referred to someone with CCR5 mutation, that makes them naturally immune to the HIV so qualified for their experiments. They just faked the destruction and created all sorts of evidence just to show

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

“This one is a demonic one…” “A demonic monster?” Claude and Darrion frowned in alarm. Jai looked at them curiously. “What’s a demonic monster?” Claude tried to explain. “There are six types of monsters in this world. The normal ones without elements like cats, dogs, the ordinary cows and sheep are considered as domestic monster. They only cause a small amount of damage compared to the others. The next one is elemental monster that is able to use element to its will, and sometimes, they also produce the elemental energy themselves. The third one is intelligent monster. This one usually understands human language and has a higher comprehension of life, meaning, it’s usually a lot more powerfu

:2 Mutation control level : 1 Mutation energy. :(100/100) Mod energy. :(100/100) Family No. : 0 Credits : 400 Condition. : Weak and poor eyesight Build. : Very thin Combat Strength : 5 Skills learned. : None Martial arts : None Potential. : Z Rank Element control. : None Mods available. : Artificial heart ___________________________________________ Notifications Mutation energy can be used to temporarily increase stats and a tenth of mutation energy can be added as stat

One by one, the votes stacked against Raymond. His gaze darted frantically between the raised hands, panic creeping into his features. "You can’t do this," he whispered, his voice laced with desperation. "Not to her." A small, uncertain voice cut through the tense air. "What is Mutatio Dolorosa?" Beck muttered, his expression dark with unease. I turned to him. "It's a Painful form of transformation." My voice was steady, emotionless. "Where someone who can't shift is beaten—brutalized—until their wolf is forced to emerge."

Noa’s hands shook as he shoved extra magazines into his jacket, his mind moving too fast, too sharp, like his body couldn’t keep up with the wildfire now roaring through his veins. His mother had switched sides, or maybe she’d never left Dominik’s side to begin with. It didn’t matter now. What mattered was the message, the location burned into his screen like a brand. The old Moretti estate. Home. The place where the first lies were buried. The place where monsters were made.

Bolts strain. And then, impossibly, her transformation stabilizes. The random mutations stop spreading. Her body settles into a new form. Not quite human. Not quite a wolf. Not quite anything I've ever seen. She's a horrifying fusion of species, covered in fur and scales and armor plating, with limbs that look like they belong to different creatures entirely. But she's conscious. Those reptilian eyes are clear and focused. Fixed on Rick with hatred that burns like acid. "Incredible," Rick whispers. "She's adapted. Her healing factor restructured her entire genetic code to accommodate the destabilization. She's not dying. She's evolving."

A hunger so deep it threatened to swallow me whole. Then, Marcel Monet stepped through the ruins of the door. He looked at the beast, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and scientific greed. “Incredible,” he whispered, even as his hand shook while reaching for a high-tech sonic disruptor. “The biological potential… it’s limitless.” The Apex turned. He sensed the source of the Monet bloodline—the blood that ran through my father, and through me. He let out a roar that shattered the glass of the high windows, the sound waves hitting me like a physical blow.