Muttations Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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

Everyone around the table all turned to look at her in uniform and she felt her cheeks color. “I just… I guess, we’re hybrids, aren’t we?” She gestured around the table. “Vampire and werewolf? It’s made us better, hasn’t it? Not all mutations are bad. I mean nature mutates, right? Changes things to adapt to environments and changing conditions in order to improve survival? Or am I remembering that wrong from high school science?” She looked at Heath. “You’re right,” he raised both his eyebrows. “I’m astonished that you remember anything from high school though.”

"When Haniya thought about his unusual blood, she couldn't help but break into a cold sweat." "After that, Mango looked at Haniya and whispered, ""Desmond's gene cells have mutated.""" "Haniya was stunned upon hearing this, and her mind was full of worries when she heard the word 'mutated'."

Her voice irritates me, my irritation grows even more each time I hear it. "Hm, nice to meet you too Serena," I lie. "And you too Marco, long time no see," I add. He smiles, "Yes, our last meeting was…honorable." Emma clears her throat, "Hi, everyone. I'm starving, can we order?" She attempts to lighten the mood. "Of course, she's starving, she looks like she's been starving her whole life," Serena mutters. "Peasant." She says under her breath. "Apologize," I bark, furious.

giggled the woman "Never mind Mita, do your job well!" "As you wish ma'am!" Mita, a neurologist who Cally trusts, has made modifications to humans several times. Making them robots for Cally that he guessed, the ones that were modified were the ones who must have harassed Cally's head. Strange indeed, Mita admits that her friend's madness since college, in the medical world, genius madly has only a few differences. Mita looked at the young man in front of her with pity, she was wrong to have woken a sleeping tiger from its cage. Mita starts injecting some fluid into her body. then began to mutate the man's mind from the screen of his laptop monitor

polly said quietly. “I’ll need you to leave the room while I do it. I’m not sure what will happen ethier.” Nora said, studying her. Polly nodded and pushed the door open. The door was slow to open. As it swung away, the noise of loud growls and chains rattling flooded Nora’s ears. She walked onto the white tile floor and was overwhelmed. Polly wrapped her fingers into Nora’s hand nervously. Nora squeezed back as the door was behind them. Nora’s eyes surveyed the creatures, it was heartbreaking. These poor people were mutated against their will into an uncontrollable and unrecognizable beast. There was on closest to them, it was the only one quiet he hung his head low. Nora walked slowly over

Aret added, "Our best chance of survival is to stay together and use our skills and teamwork to our advantage. Jannah, how's your leg holding up?" I glanced down at my injured leg, which was throbbing with pain despite the makeshift bandage. "I'll manage. We can't afford to stay in one place for too long. We need to keep moving, stay vigilant, and avoid unnecessary confrontations." With a collective nod, we made a plan to continue our journey through the Hunger Games arena. The moonlight remained our silent companion as we ventured deeper into the unknown, our determination unwavering even in the face of formidable adversaries.

Would it consume her, or would it set her free? A knock sounded at the door. His Beta, Elias. Lucien didn’t look up. “You shouldn’t be here at this hour.” “You’ve been at those scrolls for days,” Elias replied, stepping inside. “You’re chasing shadows, Alpha. She’s just a mute girl. Fragile. She won’t last the year in the camp, let alone by your side.” “You’ve been buried in those scrolls for days. She isn’t worth this much worry, Alpha. She’s… mute. Fragile. If you want a Luna who can stand beside you—”

Her guttural voice scratched at the walls of my mind. "And leave our pack? Never," I thought back with pure determination. "That's a bridge we will cross when we get there," my father responded to my earlier question. He wore his age. The wrinkles lining his face and the circles ringing his eyes were earned from countless sleepless nights spent leading this pack. Alpha Killian Sommers had made a name for himself. Everyone expected him to pass on the pack to a worthy heir. However, after an attack, my mother, Vivian Sommers, couldn't bear any more pups from severe injuries sustained along her abdomen.

Matto laughed as he took the dishes into the kitchen. We spent the day watching scary movies and talking. He really was an interesting person and I loved hearing his stories. He told me more about his mother and his father. His mother had passed away when he was sixteen of cancer. He told me that for a few months after he lost his mother he had contemplated leaving the tribe and becoming rouge. Then one day he was out hunting and came across a hiker who had lost his way. The hiker was being chased by a bear and was about to be attacked when Matto shifted and fought off the bear. After the bear had run off, he had looked back at the hiker and could see the gratitude in his eyes. It was then t