Muttations Hunger Games Novels & Stories

However, since the scientists became too busy studying the plants, they didn't notice what was about to happen next. The radiation had gotten into the food cycle, and the animals and bugs that ate the mutated plants began to mutate themselves. Mice and rats reproduced at accelerated rates with hundreds in only a few minutes. Ants and cockroaches could now work together to form solid shapes such as limbs strong enough to break through brick walls. Even the simple flies had mutated. Now, flies could hold electric charges. They would use these charges to burn through fly swatters. What few of the mice, ants, and flies that were slow to mutate were quickly eaten by other animals, and it wasn't l

His eyes were bloodshot eyes, and he looked as if he had lost his rationale. He charged right toward Harvey, and the simple move was enough to shake the entire earth. This was a Giant—a type of Mutant from America. Harvey watched him curiously; changing one’s muscles through genetic science resembled divine power. Genetic science was a little stronger than what Harvey initially thought. Even so, he had no intention of taking action; all he did was show a little interest. Romina’s expression changed, and she waved her hand; she and a dozen sacrificial soldiers behind her raised their firearms at the same time before pulling the trigger.

Lucas said to Biggy. Biggy threw a punch upon receiving Lucas’ order. Boom! A thundering sound was heard, and the Rank 1 Evolved Ones instantly died unsightly deaths. As Lucas had ordered, only one Rank 1 Evolved One was spared. Lyla was stupefied. She had heard of mutant zombies and their realms before. Levels 1 to 10 were ordinary zombies. From level Level 10 onward, they were mutant zombies. Mutant zombies were called Rank 1, Rank 2, and so on.

He knew I remembered every detail of his betrayal. "Eva..." he whispered. His voice suddenly became very small. His hands dropped back into the mud. "You... You remember that?" "I remember everything, " I said. ". That is exactly why you are never getting inside these walls. You wanted to live badly Marcus? Then survive on your own. Show me how strong you are without using someone as bait." The three mutated variants finally broke through the pile of debris at the end of the block. Their elongated legs pushed them forward with speed. Their dead eyes locking onto Marcus and his mother like target indicators. They let out a roar that shook the glass of my lookout window.

the call was disconnected before Navin could ask anymore. Mahira was picked up early morning at 7:30 am from her house, she greeted Tazz and Anuj, Tazz just nodded while Anuj was drowsy so he just smiled and shut his eyes. When a germ mutates, its called bacterial mutation, When a blood gets mutated, its called blood disease, When blood relations get mutated, it called rotten relations All Hearts !

My stomach churned. Kael stepped forward. "She's already mine." Thorne's eyes narrowed. "Is that so?" "Yes." A tense silence stretched. Then Thorne laughed—a cold, humorless sound. "Interesting," he said. "A half-breed Alpha and a Mute Omega. You're quite the pair." He stood, walking toward us. His presence was suffocating. "I don't want a mate who doesn't want me," he said, stopping in front of me. "I'm not Marcus. I don't take what isn't offered."

In the hospital ward, the long-term patients awoke in gasps, each with a new taste for something bitter and beautiful, and every time they wept it was because their bodies had finally remembered what it meant to want. On the river, Carolina watched the city buck and sway, and she felt herself almost splinter, so heady was the rush. For forty hours straight she baked and whittled, feeding the new hunger, trying so hard to keep up with what she’d made. Mira managed the incoming crowd: those who survived the first wave and those desperate to mutate with it, their skin already stippled with faint blue, their nerves tuned to some new frequency. She caught the stories, too—each petition, confessio

I thought about all the times he pushed me down, stole my lunch, and mocked my clothes. The anger burned, pushing down the pull. “I hate him,” I said, my voice firm. “He’s not my mate. I won’t let this happen.” I turned to run, but my foot snapped a twig. Zion spun around, his eyes locking on me. “Gazzy?” he said, his voice curious. He sniffed the air, and his face changed, a smirk forming. “Well, well. What do we have here?” “Stay away,” I said, my voice shaking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

"My name is Director Vane-Sallow. I speak not as an auditor, but as a relative. I speak to the hunger in your bellies and the fire in your veins." ​Leo’s heart stopped. Vane-Sallow. The name was a jagged blade in his mind. ​"The Directorate recognizes your 'Republic,'" she continued, a sad, maternal smile touching her lips. "We recognize your strength. But we also recognize your pain. The 'Black Bloom' is a beautiful mutation, but it is a hungry one. It is eating you, isn't it? Your sons and daughters are glowing, but they are fading." ​The Poison of the Olive Branch

A baby born screaming, born old, born gone. Balance. Seven impossible things fed at once. Storm. Fire. Earth. Hunger. Null. Containment. Me. The root that holds. The land paid to make us. Now we pay to keep it. “It wants a harvest,” I say. Tastes like blood. “Seven lives. One for each vessel. Or it takes from Duskbane. From the pack. Years off everyone. Pups born wrong.” Quiet. Then Moira laughs. “Oh. That’s all?” She stands. Stretches. The collar doesn’t matter. “Take me. I’m Hunger. I know empty.”