Mutant Message Down Under Novels & Stories

Edward’s POV I slammed my fist onto the stone table, cracking it down the middle. The Rogue counselors flinched, their mutilated bodies hunching forward in the torchlight. “Incompetent fools!” I roared. “Hundreds of my creatures—destroyed! Months of planning—wasted!” The emergency meeting in the underground den had gone poorly from the start. Failure reports poured in from every territory. The defensive efforts of the wolf packs had decimated my mutated army faster than we could replace them.

How was he even to start, when they were both in different countries? They have tried so many different doctors to no avail. This time, as their reputation spoke for itself, Fairfield Teaching Hospital promised them of a genius doctor who could cure numerous diseases. He was counting on this doctor desperately. This is because, from the look of things, Alexander felt his job was on the line if he couldn't solve this problem. The Dragon Lord of the underground world had been ferociously kicking most of the employees of Shaw Corporations out of the company. After thinking things through for a while, Alexander suggested. "Boss, why don't we continue trying other doctors until this one arrives?

Dante’s radio crackled Sofia: “She’s lying. But the mutation is real. Get out now!” The ground shook explosions below. The hub collapsing. Trapped. With the virus loose. And Chen waiting outside. The end? Or the beginning?

As he ate, he muttered, "Looks like even mutants need food to function. In other words, no matter how strong you are, if you cannot eat, you cannot use your abilities." He laughed softly. "In the end, the deciding factor is still food." He scanned the vast training ground and narrowed his eyes, satisfaction clear on his face. "If that's the case, then I'm basically unbeatable." At least in a war of attrition. … During this period, every remaining survivor in Volaris City received a flood of messages about the former Volmart warehouse theft. The bombardment was relentless, with hundreds of messages arriving over just two days. Most people were baffled. They did not know who sent the messages

"Lade found out about our deal though he doesn't know it's you specifically... it's not like I'm scared of him, and I'm not scared of you either, which is why I'm ending the deal...I'll keep killing them and cutting off their hands till either one of you bastards die and I'm sure I can sell the others to either of you without the other one wanting to find me and cut my fucking head for it." "I've never had to do this but now I've gotta, Lade's willing to pay triple the price for the girls but I know you're just going to offer to pay more. I'll send this message to Lade too, and if the men I sent to deliver this to you are following my orders accurately, you might die a few minutes after list

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

The villagers turned to look in the direction of the roars after they heard it, and it made them feel spooked. To the surprise of the villagers, the tens of zombies did not charge toward them but came to a halt about tens of steps away from them. "You… you guys…" A Mutant Zombie suddenly became scared. That Mutant Zombie was a Rank 5 Zombie, and a Rank 5 Zombie was able to converse in human language. He was able to sense the intimidating pressure from the Apocalyptic Legion and it was as intense as a huge mountain. "Just what rank are you zombies are?" The Rank 5 Mutant Zombie stared at the Apocalyptic Legion and asked.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

These creatures burned everything they saw. Meanwhile, Adam and his father found another computer and were able to send a new message to the US government. Hoping that they will receive help from them. Commander Augustin led the whole army of mutant soldiers. They were moving widely all over the Philppines. Adam had to buy some time. So, he decided to distract commander Augustin. "I am here", shouted Adam. Commander Augustin looked around and checked who he was. He gritted his teeth when he saw a familiar face.

I was far too preoccupied with the journey ahead and the remorse I felt whenever I looked at the faces lining the elaborate dining table to overly concern myself with Pierre’s ego. Their embracing me as their leader changed things. Their acceptance and respect felt good and I didn’t want to lose that feeling. I decided it was best to tell the truth about my journey ahead, rather than simply disappear in the night like a thief. “May I have your attention please,” I said with a firm voice as I stood and waited for their full attention. “As you are aware, my late mother was queen of the subterranean vampires.” I paused a moment to allow the mumbling that consumed the room to cease before cont