Mutant Oc Novels & Stories

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.

She muttered out a thank you before continuing to walk ahead. I set out on my journey, screaming at the top of my lungs whenever I felt like it because a miracle had happened last night. I was no longer mute! My voice had returned to me after my one night stand, it was still so hard to believe! It made me wonder if it had something to do with Kavan. Maybe the Lycan King had special powers. He wouldn’t be the first one to have such. With excitement coursing through my veins, I called out Lyka, “Lyka, did you see what happened? I can speak and scream as much as I want to!”

Lucian hadn’t found me! Slowly, I peeked out from behind the pillar to see Lucian walking out of his office. But he was not alone. Beside him, another man was walking. I didn’t recognise the guy and looked him over curiously. My gaze then fell on his hand and my eyes widened. He was not familiar to me, but the tattoo on his hand certainly was. I will never forget it in my life. It was the exact same tattoo I had seen in the assassin's hand right before I fell off the cliff!

Violet took Chriselda as a sister, and Evolet almost made that mistake again by accepting Fiona as her family. It was too late for Violet to take note of the real enemies, but Evolet was given that grace to tell who is who. The more I think of this, the more my blood boils out with rage for them. Backstabbers! That’s who they are! “Evolet, we have to move!” Cadell said when he saw the mutated wolves coming. Instead of doing that, I gave in to my rage and ended up changing my plan. I turned around to face the beings that were coming. With just a raise of my palm, “Cease,” I released my powers at them and they immediately fell to the ground, shifting back to normal.

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.

From the way it's blood-splattered, I knew it was going to be a blood bath. I wondered why they would be so foolish to allow themselves to be used in such a nasty and disposable way. I wondered what Glover may have promised them to allow them to give up their sanity and their eyes. Glover's gift of manipulation knew no bounds and these mutants were the unfortunate fools to fall for his trickery. The moment I took off its arm, it began to grow back, and it took me off balance. I had never seen anything like it before. Even I did not have that ability.

Controlled. Deadly. My shoulders tightened before I could stop them. Ronan stood three lockers down, bare-chested, pulling his jersey over one arm with infuriating ease. Up close, the scars were impossible to miss—old claw marks across his ribs, a faint line along his collarbone where something had nearly torn his throat out. This wasn’t a man who survived on reputation. This was a man who enforced it. “I skated like I wanted to stay on the team,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.

They gave her and the other few still alive their venom. My gasp didn’t go unnoticed when I heard the words mutant and vampire. Nor did the shift in my seating. Her hand shot out to catch my forearm in a vice grip, preventing me from following my instinct to run as far away, as fast as I could. “You need not fear me, child,” she assured me. “I don’t drink the blood or eat the flesh of humans. Remember, I’m not pure vampire. I’m mutant, but I’ve conquered the desire for human flesh. If I eat meat, brains are my chosen delicacy. As for blood... I never developed a taste for it and since I’m mutant I don’t require it for survival. I’ll partake in some on occasion, but it’s rare.”

She smiles closing her eyes, “Looks like someone decided to wake up after all! Took you long enough! Grab me something like a container or a container so that I can fill her blood in it!” The policeman who had shot her before, has finished his mutation. With hard scale looking brown skin, yellow eyes, with muscular body 7 feet tall, with horns that shape the head going backward and pointy ears. Exhaling steam breathing heavily walking towards Gwanhoya holding a container, growling. With every step the earth feels the weight of the step. “Good boy!” she praises him like a he is an infant. She takes the container from him without turning a head, puts Mukura’s blood in it. Turns to look at the

Being a mutant, it not only possessed high intelligence but was also significantly more powerful than its kin. When it pounced onto Victor's chest, it opened its mouth to reveal sharp fangs and bit ferociously at the armor. The armor that ordinary mechanical rats couldn't damage at all started to crack under the mutant's bite. "Its fangs are really strong," Victor marveled at the sharpness of the mutant's fangs. However, even if its attacks were effective, it would still need some time to breach his armor. By now, Victor's engine power had already been replenished to 80%.