Mutant Godzilla Novels & Stories

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened as he recalled the past. "When Maridona turned 15, Victor completed his greatest invention, the Nobles Blood. That blood causes a mutation at the cellular level, altering a person's DNA or genes. Being a mad scientist, he continued his human experimentation. He started kidnapping homeless people. Those who mutated without psychic ability, he sold on the black market. He deems them useless because they don't have special powers. But his weak mutants still sell at every auction."

The seam continued up between his brows and then ran a crooked pattern to disappear beneath the hood. They called it a cleft palate but she'd never seen one so bad. The two halves of his face had seemed to shift; the bone structure beneath the flesh, causing his face to sink in slightly, gave him a gorilla–like appearance. He also had no color. He was as white as an albino. His grey eyes were fringed in reddish lashes that looked almost non-existent. His upper lip seemed to have three distinct sections that she couldn't quite understand. He was by far the scariest looking man she'd ever seen.

Red juice dripped out from their huge, disc-like mouths. Saber in hand, Hu Han said calmly, "Don't panic! Keep together!" Before he could finish his words, a sandworm had attacked swiftly. Those farthest out in the circle hacked at the worm, but their sharp blades could not sever its body. Instead, they rebounded off its soft body. The company was shocked. They could easily sever an ordinary sandworm, but these mutants seemed impenetrable.

“He swore to me that he would never do human experiments. I think this is my father’s mistake. If possible, I want to find a way to restore Tracy and Wales to their original state.” I shook her shoulders and tried to make her look at me. “But you have to tell me, what is the principle behind Mason’s blood causing their bodies to mutate? And what does obtaining his fluid have to do with this?” Claire stared at me blankly, her eyes gradually reddening. “When Mason’s blood is injected into a human body, it’s like in his own body. The cells divide very fast as if injecting cancer cells into a normal person. Then they become cancerous…”

Amon said cautiously, her long curly blazing golden hair and her near silver looking eyes were very uncommon, even among werewolves. It was common knowledge that the most dominant eye color was either brown and black among the wolves but due to the blessings of the goddess and the affinities of each wolf or whenever their abilities were in use. Their eye color changes but yet, Atarah wasn't a wolf but her eye color turns silver. "You mean my eyes don't you?" Her hair too drew unusual attention to herself. Amon nodded his head, he had only eaten a bit of his food since the conversation started. "It's very unusual for a human to have silver eyes, according to the books. I have read."

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

Not just any visitor, the God of War himself. The hall was prepared for the arrival of the God of War—Lucien Kael, Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. The name alone had silenced even the noisiest warriors. Lucien wasn’t a man. He was a myth and death wrapped in skin. Stories whispered of him were soaked in blood and fear. It was said that he owned nothing and no one but took everything he desired. Anana barely had the strength to care. Her body was failing, and her heart was already in ruins.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

It charged with terrifying, skittering speed, its massive mandibles opening wide to snap the Crustacean mutant in half. Nero held her ground. As the beast lunged, she didn't try to block. She ducked beneath the snapping mandibles, planting her feet, and drove her oversized, hydraulic pincer directly upward into the beast's underbelly. CLANG. The pincer clamped shut. But the Goliath’s bone-white armor was incredibly thick. The hydraulic pistons in Nero’s arm whined, venting hot steam as they struggled to crush the carapace. The beast thrashed, raising a massive, scythe-like foreleg to impale her.

"The Emperor is dead. I thought perhaps the city had changed with him." "The Emperor was a flawed component," Ryland replied seamlessly. "He let his paranoia disrupt production. The Consulate replaced him to ensure the machine runs efficiently. And now, you have brought foreign friction into my city." Ryland looked at Torin. The High Consul did not see an Alpha. He saw an anomaly. "I know what you are," Ryland said to Torin. "We all read Valerius’s reports ten years ago. Beasts that share a mind. A hive of flesh instead of iron. It is a fascinating biological mutation. But it has no place in Aethelgard."