My Evolved Novels & Stories

Ethan's eyes filled with tears. No. And I'm not yours. Ethan shook his head. Never. Evan placed his hand on Ethan's shoulder. Good. His grandfather suddenly laughed. How touching. Everyone turned toward him. He continued. But you still don't understand what the photograph means. Ethan looked at him. Then explain it. His grandfather pointed toward Evan. He was the first successful consciousness. Then toward Ethan. You were the first successful evolution. Ethan frowned. Evolution? You inherited Evan's consciousness but developed something he didn't have at birth.

The moment I opened my eyes, I could not stop smiling. Just with the absorption of one core, something within me had changed, permanently too. Even though there were no visible physical changes, I knew that I had evolved. I could feel it from every inch of my bones. I slowly unclenched my fist even as I kept smiling. Even with that small of a movement, I could feel the change in my body. My bones felt stronger, so did my muscles. And when I clenched my fists tighter, I could feel that my fingers now had far more strength than they had ever had, even after the apocalypse started.

After five seconds Morgan made a sound again. "Assuming the matriarch used her full power on that punch, she is an SSS evolver. Same as the man, professor," since billions of years of history and once frail humanity evolved into something more. Their genes changed. This change could be attributed to their mother, the matriarch. The dawn of the evolvers started on her bloodline as the matriarch's spawn married and multiplied, the rest was history. Years of intermingling with the matriarch's family who share her special blood resulted to the new hierarchy, the world order of evolvers.

"The original cells—the ones I used to build the Blackwood empire—are decaying. My body is a library catching fire. I don't care about Kai anymore. He’s a flawed copy. Alexander was a dead end. But what’s inside you? That’s the Fresh Template. Pure. Accelerated. Uncorrupted." "It's a monster." I stepped back. My heel caught on a loose board. "Doc said it’s eating me." "It’s evolving." Elinor reached out. Her fingers brushed the air in front of my stomach. "Give me the child. I’ll give you a new identity. A new face. Enough money to buy a country where Marcus can’t find you. You walk away clean. I get the restart I deserve." "You’d steal your own grandchild." "Grandchild? No." Elinor laughed.

"It's a selection mechanism. 99.9% of humans who get infected turn into zombies, but there's that 0.1% of humans who, due to their genetics, constitution, will force, or some other unknown factor, trigger an evolution within them." She walked back to my bed. "You're part of that 0.1%. The perfect evolved specimen." Perfect evolved specimen? The words exploded in my ears. "What do you mean?" I asked. "It means that you're now completely immune to the zombie virus. Your cells have undergone an adaptive evolution, making the virus ineffective against you. Your physical condition, including strength, speed, reflexes, recovery… All of those have reached the theoretical upper limit of humans." She

"What does the term evolved humans mean?" "According to Doctor Gary, evolved humans are a particular set of people whose genes become advanced and helps their body system function differently, carrying out tasks that seems impossible and exhibiting extraordinary abilities". "Hay, who came about the evolution thing?" Jared asked, his senses tickling. "Doctor Gary is the one who propounded the theory of the next evolution. He and his son; Henry Bradley were the first set of people to experience it". The computerized voice replied. "Hay, tell me everything about the fortress", Jared repeated the question.