Mutant Message Down Under Novels & Stories

His phone buzzed in his pocket. When he checked the screen, it was a single message: Check Channel 7. Now. He turned as the reporter’s earpiece lit up. Behind him, the live broadcast shifted. Footage of Hollowmere. Mutated bodies. Julian’s final rampage. Evelyn’s last transmission: “If you’re seeing this—we were never supposed to survive.” Damian’s face darkened. The world had just seen behind the curtain. The footage had been running for three hours straight. News anchors across the country tried to make sense of it: deformed figures in glass tanks, blurred faces of scientists, the half-lit corridor where Evelyn bled out while still speaking into her comm. A world that had always whispered

"What do you think you're doing? I'm a Level Two resident. Show some respect." The officer smiled without much warmth. "A Level Two resident? You? What exactly did you contribute to earn that?" Rhett straightened and launched into his explanation about having helped fund the underground city's construction. The officer let him finish. "That funding bought you an entry permit. Nothing more. Do you have any idea how many people tried to buy their way in during the evacuation and couldn't? "And as for living on Level Two, that was a courtesy extended because of Ms. Vale. Not because of anything you did."

He dropped to one knee before my chaise lounge, holding my hand with his warm palm and vowing earnestly, "Nothing will ever come between us ever again, I promise." I withdrew my hands and replied, "Safe travels." As soon as he left, I got up and started packing. All the ceremonial jewelry and regal dresses that belonged to the future Luna Queen were returned to their respective locations. Then, I opened a secret compartment where I kept my casual clothes, money, food, medicine, and the dagger my father gave me. Later, at a little past noon, my link crystal chimed with a voice message from a frequency I didn't recognize. "Susan, it's Anna. Daniel is with me now. Unrest in the north was just a

" I know that tonight is really a heartbreaking night. You expected to hear something really positive from the president. You hoped your strength would be filled again. But then, it's the opposite. It is not a reason to be sad or bitter. Rather, it's more reason for you to find strength from yourselves. Tonight, the president of the United States of America has suffered a great blow. Whatever is wrong with him has not been figured out yet. All we know is that his health is a million times worse than that of you people. You are not in this alone. If the president can be struck this badly, then who are we to stay safe. This is a challenge to all of us. And we must embrace it with full strengt

Sean explained, watching them in amusement, “Besides, they only hunt feral rogues.” Alastor cleared his throat, “So… are we good to go?” “We're good.” Sean began typing again, “Besides, I know this kid. A bit paranoid but he’s a good guy…” Still frowning, Harry came closer and watched Sean type into an open chat box to email this so-called monster mercenary. But... “Why the hell are you typing dots and dashes?” Harry demanded, brows furrowed, "What is that, some sort of coded message?"

Tears welling up in her eyes. “Ya baby, me too. But Daddies job is important. There’s people in New York that need his special talent of saving lives.” “Daddies a SUPERHERO!” Jude threw his arms up and acted like he was blasting off from the seat. “Yep, Daddy is a superhero.” She sighed and the car was silent for the rest of the four-minute drive. Pulling into the house Roberts Range Rover sat in the drive. This of course irritated the shit out of Kat. He could have gotten the kids after all. Kat was convinced sometimes he did shit like this just to see her mad. The kids were already rushing from the car.

“Gale, what happened?!” “Shit! There is a small group of people who tried to release the head council, I gotta go!” The sudden disconnection left him unsettled. He quickly ordered two of his Beta members to guard the cabin while he investigated the situation below. Transforming into his wolf form, he witnessed Soma and Gale battling a group of berserkers. These hybrids had augmented strength from a chemical injection, attempting to save the head council while eliminating witnesses. Fortunately, they had anticipated this assault. Gale and Dimitri foresaw that the opposing forces still had some reserves and would strike during the executions. Despite the berserkers' formidable nature, they wer

One soldier lay with his spine snapped backward. Cassandra knelt. “Whatever did this… it wasn’t human.” Natalie pressed on, deeper into the lab. When they reached the central chamber, the containment pod was empty. Adrian’s voice was tight. “It’s gone.” Natalie scanned the wreckage. Then she spotted something. A message, burned into the wall: “EVOLUTION IS LONELY.” Her hand curled into a fist. Geneva – Safe House That night, as rain lashed the city, Natalie sat by the window, trying to decipher the message.

“We need time. We need to watch his steps and watch out ours. No one can see us.” The other man beside him giggled. “It’s not like police here don’t know what we do. They had to understand the living here is kinda more expensive than it was when we were out. If you want to go to the damn restroom, you need to pay for the toilet paper to clean your ass. Do you know how I cleaned myself before I met you?” The big man looked at his mate. “I don’t need to know your trash.” “Sorry, sorry. Getting back to where we left off, what are you going to ask to the woman after the little work is done? We need a new smart TV, a couch to watch the TV, also we need some dollars to buy other things…”

My fingers moved fast across the screen as I typed out everything I knew. I detailed the major events from my past life that would unfold over the next three months, my full theory of the apocalypse, and the rough location where I remembered a massive meteorite would fall. I included the mutations that would appear in humans, animals, and plants, how superpowers awakened, and the fact that Crystal Cores could be upgraded. I organized it all into a single anonymous email addressed to every relevant domestic department I could think of. I scheduled it to send automatically in seventy-two hours, then logged out and wiped every trace of activity from the phone. I sealed it in a waterproof bag an