Mutant Oc Novels & Stories

A mutant, for instance, claimed to be the ‘Bull Demon King’ on the internet due to the horn on his head. Many recognized the mutant and knew that he was Wilbert Gunnhildr, who activated his bloodline in Alex’s home. A forty-year-old, and the manager of some winery, everyone just called him by his first name. He was small and introverted back then—a good man who adored his wife. Now… he felt better than ever. He grew to two meters in height and bulked up considerably as well. The horn on his head was especially eye-catching, too, being black and shiny.

" These mutants are not developed, they cannot exist for more than 24 hours." A man had spoken next to my grandfather. From the top of a hill, the Shield of Rain Alpha with a few people observed the Alliance and the defective mutants from a good distance so as not to be detected by the phenomenal sensory qualities of the Soul Moon Alpha. They were watching with binoculars and Sophia's grandfather spoke. " It was only a sample. With the alfe genes that I was able to recover recently, the next ones will be perfect, stronger, faster, more powerful, smarter, and above all more durable."

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."

He howled in pain, as I shifted and commanded that he shift to his human form. As he did, I could see his leg bone had broken through the skin. “Who the hell are you?” I commanded. “I am a Rogue wolf,” he muttered, stating the obvious. “What are you doing here?” I commanded. “We are looking for her,” the mutt responded. “Who?” I asked, a sense of unease rolling over my shoulders.

Banks, phones and otherwise. If nothing else, that truly convinced Yanlong they were fighting to death. However, that's not the worst news. The worst news is the zombie they mentioned. This is a special zombie called 'Mutator'. This is the only zombie that almost always evolves from the zombie / humans it eats. Mutator is a collective conscience. While it is cowardly, it's survival instinct is strong and worse, they grow exponentially intelligent as the time passes. She can miss on the olympian, but she needs to kill that mutator before it overcomes it's weakened state.

I couldn’t shift while touching pure silver buttons on my jacket. The creature’s eyes—glowing an eerie green—locked onto mine. Time seemed to slow as it gathered itself, ready to pounce. Where was Dominic? Had this creature already taken him down? The mutant’s claws dug into the earth. Its jaw opened wider, revealing a grotesque maw lined with too many teeth. In the next heartbeat, it launched itself toward me.

“Allies?” He nodded. “A Seer gave us a warning. A dangerous power will rise and take over, and when that happens, no one will be safe. Not humans, not wolves, not even those with special abilities like you.” His gaze darkened. “We’re only saving our lives by getting rid of anyone who fits the description.” “You think Terran fits the description?” He crossed his arms. “He’s grown suspiciously more powerful over time. More than he should. No normal Alpha gets that strong that fast. We’d rather be safe than sorry.”

Although they also have eyes and noses, they are entirely deformed, unable to see their original form. My heart was filled with fear. 'What creatures are those, after all?' While I was thinking, the other two mutants rushed into battle. They mainly use force from their arms; their arms are solid, and they can lift a block stone easily. Contrary to their large bodies, they move extremely fast and agile. But there is a unique point: their eyes do not seem to see; they only use their ears to listen and rush to the enemy.

Cyran’s hand tightened around mine and I could tell he was afraid. “That brings me to the good news. While her cells are consuming themselves, she is also developing new cells, but they aren’t human.” He handed the iPad to Cyran with a smile on his face. Cyran released my hand so he could examine what was on the iPad. Feeling nervous, I strained my neck to try to see what he was looking at. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t see, so I gave up and rested on the bed again. “What does this mean?” Cyran asked a minute later.