Mutant Message Down Under Novels & Stories

Evan stuttered, his voice barely audible. "The base," Maxton confirmed, with a grim expression. "It’s an underground facility carved into the heart of the mountains. No sunlight or luxuries that you are used to. Just a year of being broken down and 'rebuilt' into a soldier. Or, as is more common with boys like you, just being broken."

"Mission failed. You're going to be wiped out. Do you want to restart the mission and keep trying to save the underworld queen, Daniela Falcone?" I shook my head. "Just wipe me out." "Understood. Wipe-out protocol initiated. You have 72 hours left." I closed my eyes. The silence around me felt deafening. A second later, like a man possessed, I tapped open Luca Bianchi's livestream. He was broadcasting from the hilltop villa Daniela had bought for him. On screen, he stood at an easel mixing paints, an oversized shirt hanging off him and a hair tie looped around his wrist.

The night before the apocalypse was so calm it felt suffocating. I stood in front of the bunker's observation window made from bulletproof glass and watched dark red rain pour down outside. It was unusually thick with the metallic smell of blood. The news kept cutting in with one grim emergency report after another. "Unexplained mutated rabies attacks have broken out across multiple parts of the city. Residents are advised to stay home and keep all doors and windows closed..." The reporter's voice shook despite his effort to hide it, and faint, piercing screams came from somewhere behind him.

The peace of it lulls me. “Yes.” “You finding a little place in your head to sink into?” How does he know? “It’s called subspace,” he offers. “All submissives go there when they’re getting what they want and need. It’s their happy place. Get cozy, baby. You’ll be spending a lot of time there.”

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

"Even if I was the one tormenting Jamil, and violating Jamil, I have Drake covering for me, what can you do to me?" "And I have many more things you have not seen yet. Like the mute boy, naked and kneeling on the ground like a dog begging for mercy. Want to see?" "Do not worry, once I am out of the country, these videos will undoubtedly make the mute boy become the new king of the adult industry." When Elena saw the messages, her hand holding the phone trembled. Her claws wanted to push through her skin. Rage burned in her wolf blood, but her fingers still moved quickly. She captured the messages, every word like venom, and sent them to Barr. Anderson.

The mutant zombie let out a furious, ear-piercing screech after missing its attack. The sound was so sharp that it made everyone's head throb. It felt like 1,000 needles stabbing their skulls. A crushing sense of pressure radiated off the mutant zombie's body. Everyone who felt it froze in fear. "Damn it. It's a level-2 mutant zombie! Fall back!" Hayley shouted at Leonard. That finally snapped him out of his shock. The moment he heard her voice, he sprinted toward the fuel truck.

the man's red eyes glinted, his pale white face was adorned by dangerous glint. 'So, those werepups hadn't died. huh~' ***

I may have experience disarming a bomb but this one is different. I looked at James and said calmly, “James, run outside and call for help.” “Why are you-” Looking at me with confusion in his eyes. I shushed him. “I will explain later, go on the medics department and look for a guy named Mr. Woods,” I asked before pushing him away and closing the tent behind me. Mr. Woods is Uncle Rouge..It is a good thing Bryson and Andrew left already as they finished packing. “Zen! Tell me what is happening!” I heard James yelling outside but I ignored him.

"I can't see a foot in front of me!" "Keep your weapons raised! It might be a chemical attack!" the squad leader barked. Under the cover of the dense, hydrokinetic fog, Jabari and Musa sprinted across the road. They reached the ten-foot chain-link fence. Jabari didn't bother trying to climb it. He gripped the heavy steel mesh with his bare, obsidian hands. The raw, dense strength of his mutation allowed him to simply tear a hole in the fencing as if it were made of rotten yarn.