Mutated Godzilla Novels & Stories

“They say they can cure the vampire, can turn them back to werewolves, but they were never werewolves in the first place. They cut and poke and prod, and dissect when it doesn’t work, they mutilate them, and mutate them.” “Mutate how?” “One woman changed, and survived all tests, when they let her go she had different arms, and legs on her, they were able to fuse bones that weren’t hers to her, along with taking her ability to talk.” “So your father, and sister just walk around mutilating things, and no one bats an eye?” Morpheus asked angrily. “Not really, they say it’s to help the vampire, but it isn’t it’s to feed their sadistic nature. I don’t know what purpose they have here, but, it’s e

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

Yet, somehow, they managed to scale those mountains, by themselves in the rain and mud. Then they deployed whatever the fuck it was that mutated them. It happened quickly too. Within a few hours the soldiers made their way to the mountains and mutated. I am trying my best to believe Mara, but I just can’t see how it can be technology and nothing else. There must be something else. There is just no way humans can pull it off by themselves. I can't accept that. I join Mara by the window and pull her off the sill, into my arms. She doesn’t protest when I carry her to the bed and curl up around her, holding her tightly. “It’s late,” I whisper in her hair. “You need to sleep.”

Gathering her in my arms, I shielded her head with my body, protecting her from the light and the rubble that was falling from the ceiling. The power Dilara was exerting was far more intense than I had felt from her. When the room began to settle, I slowly cracked my eyes. Seeing the light had disappeared and the room was no longer falling, although it was in shambles as if it had been struck by an earthquake, I lifted my head. Still keeping my arms around Azura, I opened my eyes fully and looked around the room. Everyone that had been against us had now crumbled on the ground, but that wasn’t what had my attention. It was that every one of them, aside from Arion, was now human.

EZRA The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence but it wasn’t the good kind, or the peaceful, birds-chirping, Sunday morning kind. This was filed with silence, like someone had pressed their hand over the whole house and told it not to breathe. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My mouth tasted like metal, my back hurt from sleeping wrong, and my stomach was a pit of nerves. For a second I thought about just packing up and leaving—money or not, this wasn’t worth my sanity. But then I remembered Lilian’s face, her voice reminding me about the contract. I’d signed my life away for a paycheck.

Hambora chipped in while Doctor Bonnie turned to glance at him, then turned and darted her eyes towards the Lab. "You can relax your Mind Hambora, Science is not a thing to rush and yes, it's an Improvement. We discovered the genetic Mutation responsible for merging with the human genes and transforming the body into one of those Creatures...... "She Explained and smiled I went ahead and mixed the cells with the saliva of another Specimen and have manage to create a Vaccine ready to be tested on one of our test subjects...... "Doctor Bonnie added while Glamora who hasn't said a single word smirked as he puffed out some smokes from his Nostrils

Its fundamental logic encountered a paradox it could not resolve. Alarms erupted throughout the ruins. The main display flooded with corrupted code. The forced reboot progress bar stalled permanently at forty-nine percent. Alexander stood beside her. His massive frame remained motionless. He looked at the woman who had crushed her own hand and shattered every chain meant to bind her. The violent blood surging through his body reached its peak. The system crashed. The biochemical suppression program restraining his mutated genes collapsed completely. The clone’s eyes snapped open. Pitch-black pupils radiated something inhuman.

“You think it’s a tax. A curse for being the Mother.” He glided down, his feet not touching the quartz floor. He stopped in front of my cylinder, his hand—a limb made of shifting smoke—reaching for the glass. “It isn’t a mutation,” the god whispered. “It’s a homecoming.” I tried to snarl, but my throat was a desert of scoured glass. “You... killed... them...”

Harper ordered, her hands flying across her console, bathing the black warship in a brilliant white energy barrier. Sebastian didn't flinch. Facing down an armada of ancient gods that blotted out the stars, the scarred, mutated billionaire simply let out a low, dark chuckle. "Target the golden sphere," Sebastian commanded, his violet eye flaring with pure, unadulterated bloodlust. He gripped the armrests of the throne, feeding the full, catastrophic power of his Titan mutation directly into the ship's main weapon array. "Let's give these bastards a proper Earth welcome."