Mutated Godzilla Novels & Stories

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

said Chaos, conjuring the spell he had created, which created a special miasma with very high mutagenic qualities within it, a bit of this black fog-like substance was enough to cover Dura's entire body. A second after, her entire body started to quickly mutate, as Dura felt as if her entire body was cracking and breaking apart, however, it was merely the power of evolving forcefully many ranks. As she was a flesh-living being, she was feeling more pain than those such as Will-o-wisps or Living Brooms could feel. However, the pain only lasted but a few seconds before it fully disappeared, as a new and more powerful body was formed for Dura.

There were some slight changes that he couldn't quite name. The gene sequences curled and twisted around him, glowing in wild colors like some kind of living art piece. It was beautiful, chaotic, and terrifying all at once. "What the hell is that?" Something caught his eye. One sequence looked completely different. He couldn't explain how or why, but he knew it—that the GeneX Pill had altered one. Was he seriously mutating into some freak? What the hell? His heart started racing with panic. "Mr. Horton, this is bizarre. Gideon's vitals... They're fading. Like, actually fading," one of the crew informed the leader, Michael Horton.

The ship's supposedly advanced armor failed, turning everyone into beta mutants one by one. The only one that hasn't changed is Orch. A shudder of turbulence rocks the free-falling ship and Orch stumbles. I run forward to catch up with her. Even with the strong wind sucking the air out of the grip, I am instantly attacked by its intense scent. She turns her face towards mine, revealing eyes that are unnaturally dilated. Orch changed. She is not a beta, but has mutated. There may be no outward signs, but the contamination has reached your body, changing it in unseen ways - your physiology, your hormones, your needs...

It's hard to concentrate through the chaos of the moment but I think hard about what possible reason could armed men have for invading a grocery store only to start splashing water all over the place like they're performing an occult ritual or something similar. Then, I realize it's not a ritual and the liquid is not water. A single word streaks across my mind. Gasoline. Every bone in my body screams, "get the hell out of here". I open the door hurriedly and rush out of the toilet sprinting for the entrance but it is too late. The whole place is crashing down, the shelves are crumbling on each other and everything is on fire. I glance around. I'm surrounded by walls, shelves, shelves, shelve

And then a third. The ground seemed to rumble under them, and the air began trembling as the noise grew and the source of it finally appeared. From the interior of the main building, three colossal, mutated wolves stormed forward. Their fur was covered with strange patches and jagged muscles that bulged as if their very flesh had been reshaped with cruelty and science. Their eyes glowed red in the gloom, dripping with a strange foul smelling fluid. Their jaws were overlarge, with teeth that looked like jagged broken pieces of steel. Their claws were elongated, twisted into deadly hooks, and they moved with a terrible speed that made Damon growl in warning. “Behold!” Elias roared, throwing hi

“Please… shape-shift to Anana.” The snake’s forked tongue flickered in the air, and its mouth curved in an evil, knowing smile. “With pleasure.” It slid to the ground, its body twisting and contorting, scales giving way to skin, the fluid motion sickening and mesmerizing at once. Bones realigned, muscle reshaped, until before Aliyah stood “Anana”. The only giveaway was the absence of her real warmth, this figure wore her face but nothing of her spirit. They locked eyes and then, without warning, the fight began.

Mutation appeared in many forms, some beneficial and others catastrophic. A portion of organisms experienced positive mutation and gained abilities far beyond normal limits. Cyrus watched a clip from the frozen wastes of Norlandia. A young girl raised her right hand and conjured a flame out of thin air. It burned for two seconds, then vanished, and the girl collapsed unconscious. Cyrus was unimpressed. "In this temperature, awakening fire powers is honestly kind of tragic." He kept watching. Another clip showed a man whose body had grown massive and distorted, his skin an ugly corpse green, vaguely reminiscent of a comic-book Hulk. His shape had almost completely lost any resemblance to a hu

"The Emperor is dead. I thought perhaps the city had changed with him." "The Emperor was a flawed component," Ryland replied seamlessly. "He let his paranoia disrupt production. The Consulate replaced him to ensure the machine runs efficiently. And now, you have brought foreign friction into my city." Ryland looked at Torin. The High Consul did not see an Alpha. He saw an anomaly. "I know what you are," Ryland said to Torin. "We all read Valerius’s reports ten years ago. Beasts that share a mind. A hive of flesh instead of iron. It is a fascinating biological mutation. But it has no place in Aethelgard."

They moved with the stiff, jerky reluctance of hostages walking through a minefield. Around their necks, the silver collars pulsed with an angry, rapid red light. The man in the center—the one who had destroyed the gate—was a mountain of mutated muscle. His arms were disproportionately massive, the skin vibrating so intensely that the air around his fists blurred in a localized haze of seismic friction. To his left stood a young woman whose forearms had split open, revealing jagged, foot-long spikes of rapidly regenerating bone. To the right was a boy whose very outline seemed to glitch and tear, his physical form constantly dissolving into dense, black smoke and re-solidifying.