Novel Laboratories Novels & Stories

I would go insane thinking of them doing to Mere and my daughter what they did to Tana and Liekki. We pick up where we left off, continuing our grid approach to finding the laboratories. The first one was empty, but it looks like it was left in haste. We collect as much intel as we can find and I send Ishir the coordinates to come and get it. When we get to the next laboratory, we find that it is still operational. This one is openly guarded. They aren’t even trying to hide anymore.

Elara stood completely alone in the center of the massive laboratory. Bright morning sunlight streamed through the expansive windows, warming the floor tiles. The heavy machinery hummed softly around her while the climate control system maintained perfect environmental equilibrium. Walking back to the main workspace, she took a seat at the primary bench. The black, chemical-resistant surface was pristine and completely unmarked. It was simply waiting.

That was why I liked Aaron: he always went straight to the point and didn't waste time beating around the bush. “Tell me about the other laboratories in town. I've been to the one where I was kept before but I was told nothing happens in there anymore.” “Whoever told you that was telling the truth. The other laboratories are not more than three, speaking from my last assessment and I have access to all three. However, I don't know if there have underground laboratories like the one you were kept in. For the past few months, I've been trying to find out if there are any scientists currently working there but I haven't seen anybody.”

All around, beakers, test tubes, and plastic tubings littered the place, along with books unreadable to humans and angels alike. The lone figure at the center of the den hums to herself. Carefully reading a note in front of her, Monique daintily squeezed the tip of a plastic pipette. Emerald green liquid dripped into the corpse's exposed organs, burning where it touched. "We lost five of the nobles and several of The Infected. Those who escaped are currently on their way here. We need to make room for them." Fabienne came barrelling into the laboratory, frantic and disheveled.

Connor chuckled disdainfully and was a little speechless. “Sebastian stole someone else’s achievements and connections. Now, he even stole our design?” Seeing Nicole’s puzzled look, Leighton explained, “This laboratory is practically the same as our research institute. The entrance and the location of the anatomy room and exhibition hall are the same as our research institute.” Nicole froze in shock. “Then you guys will be familiar with the lab, right?” “Of course. I can go around with my eyes closed. It looks like today’s operation will go smoothly.”

Finally, Maksim spoke: “I agree with the proposed alliance. We must eliminate the remaining laboratories. And maintain vigilance over all territories. What we face is no longer a war between clans. It is something greater.” Alexei then stepped forward, his expression serious. “During the interrogation of the Demidov heir, we extracted valuable information. There are three laboratories operating on Russian soil: FineTech in Novosibirsk; VermaLabs on the outskirts of Saint Petersburg; and the most discreet, Kovner GenTech, hidden inside a private university in Kazan. None of them appear in the official records of the Genetic Control Agency.”

The Labyrinth Entry The entrance gaped like a beast’s throat—twenty metres wide, as tall, a stone arch flayed by floodlights so that deep carvings cast jagged shadows. Labrys marks—double axes—glimmered where water ran down grooves older than empires. Cables snaked along the ground, feeding rows of lamps that pushed the dark only so far. The air tasted of oil, hot metal, and men who worked too long. Stephanos slipped inside, keeping low, a mouse that knew the hawks by name.

I gasped, pushing myself up onto my elbows, my chest heaving as I looked around. The room was massive, illuminated only by the faint, pulsing emergency glow of chemical-green and violet tube lights. It was an abandoned, high-tech laboratory, sealed off from the rest of Sector Four by thick, reinforced tytanium bulkheads that had rusted over time. Shattered glass containment vats lined the walls, filled with the dark, decomposed remnants of old genetic experiments. This wasn't an ordinary testing facility. The air was heavy with the distinct, metallic scent of ancient Lycan magic and sterile corporate preservatives.

Chapter 173: The Laboratory of Broken Mirrors The transition from Tier Two to the deeper sectors was a descent into an alchemical tomb. The air here was dry, cold, and heavy with the scent of old paper and calcified bone. This was Malakor’s private sanctuary—the Laboratory of Mirrors. The walls were lined with thousands of small, polished obsidian fragments, arranged in intricate, geometric patterns designed to reflect and amplify the light of the mountain core throughout the mountain complex. As Natalia’s group burst into the long gallery, their torches caught the mirrors, creating a disorienting, endless hall of flickering orange and violet reflections. Every step they took was multiplied

I asked quietly, though I already knew enough to dread the answer. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out right away. Then she said, “It was a lab. Julian, it was an actual lab.” I felt something in my stomach drop. “What did you see?” Her eyes shut briefly. When she opened them again, she looked furious and hollow all at once. “Chambers,” she whispered. “Medical equipment. Genetic storage. Cryogenic units. There were labels. God, there were labels.” My jaw tightened. She shook her head once, as if trying to knock the image away.