Orochimaru Lab Novels & Stories

To say that she was confused would be an exaggeration. “What is this place?” Amaka’s voice echoed. The crunch under their feet made Ejima tighten her fist on the sling dangling on her waist. There were dried bones everywhere, skulls of men and beasts and certainly children. She was right, this was a cave, not of stones but of bones and grasses. Skulls lined the walls, adding more horror to each stride they took. “Iworo.” Uche said and when Ejima thought he was not going to continue, he added, “Once known as Death’s eponym. It was first built by Gruchi, an old wizard who served the kingdom, not for money or power, but blood.”

Jade After the unexpected attack on the pack, Darius and I wasted no time organising meetings with scientists. Now, five days later, we found ourselves in a secret laboratory that seemed more like a fortress than a workplace. The lab was bathed in cold, sterile white light, the kind that left everything sharp and cold. It stretched wide, with rows of polished metal counters lined with vials, wires, and gleaming weapon prototypes that looked as deadly as they were sophisticated. Scientists in pristine lab coats moved around like ghosts, focused and determined, their heads bent over blueprints or screens flickering with code, adjusting equipment that hummed quietly with raw power. This place w

"Colonel, it isn't as easy as running a search,” Marie said as she handed him the report for Mitsunari's lab. "We are working as fast as we can, but sir, it is just the two of us, and we have to search every facility's records."

I left the lab, almost bumping a few shoulders on my way. I had to get out of there, I had to get some air. All the air on the planet maybe. Liam Anderson was my biggest nightmare. My biggest headache. The thought of having to spend the next six months of my life looking at his face every single day, or well, almost every single day, made me nauseous in ways I couldn't describe. His arrogance was unbearable. Ok, he was the best in robotics, but that didn't give him the right to stick his nose into other people's projects and…my phone bipped. Message. I came to a halt. It was from an unknown number.

It was assumed that the old chief had only told his son about it before he died, and then it was used to frame Terea. Further ahead is the laboratory, which has been so neatly dismantled that it is impossible to tell what it was originally used for. The only thing left is the power station. This is normal. Access to and from the lab depends on teleportation, and if it is dismantled, the people inside will not be able to get out. In addition, there are many orc corpses, including centaurs and people of other races. They turn to powder at the slightest touch, so it seems that they have been here for a long time.

Oliver knew about their past and deliberately avoided Adriana's workstation. "Mr. Este, this is the core laboratory of our building—the largest in terms of floor space. "This machine was imported from Djarmany, worth over ten million dollars. Apart from me, it's the most valuable asset in this building, and there's currently no domestic equivalent. "This is our Ph.D. graduate from Djarmany—our most academically accomplished team member." Oliver rattled off his introductions while Francesco simply nodded along, a faint "hmm" punctuating each point.

PROFESSOR CORNELIUS FELL The laboratory is beneath the British Museum. Three levels underground. Climate controlled. Magically warded. Perfect conditions for experimentation. I'm examining the bodies collected from the Rookeries battle. Fifteen specimens so far. My mages are efficient. Collecting during chaos. Transporting while everyone's distracted. Body one: Young wolf. Female. Seventeen years old. Turned six months ago. Still has human memories. Perfect for cognition studies.

Most of them have huge sharp teeth ready and hungry to devoure anything; few got wings, but all of them are large monsters that could squeeze a house into the ground. Situated adjacent to it is a set of scientific instrumets. On top of its long rectangular table are body parts that are used as her specimens. There is an ogre fixed with leather strips on a chair. He is not moving and he doesn’t almost looked like an ogre at all. This is Vamoire’s laboratory. They are forced to kneel to the ground with their hands tied at their back. “What the hell is this?!” Alpha Lachlan shrilled with a gaping mouth. He couldn’t conceived the idea of what Vamoire has been doing during her time. His knees tre

“Looks like we still don’t have enough teammates. This beast has way too many heads, and all of them are as strong as Spirit Severing cultivators. More importantly, they’re big, have thick scales, and rejuvenate fast.” Martiny smiled. “The Orochi is the guardian of Mount Fuji, and it has been on this Earth for a very long time. So it’s naturally hard to beat! Now that it has been corrupted by some demonic Chi, it has become even more bloodthirsty than before. And we don’t really have to kill it off. It knows just how powerful we are now, so I don’t think it’d do anything rash. Our main goal is to save everyone.” “Follow me!” Martiny held onto her bell and swam forward.

Orochi emerged from the black sea. Not as a serpent. As a man with dark eyes and long wet hair. He looked young. Tired. Human. “You came,” he said. Ayamira held his gaze. “You said the eastern trench was built over the first chain.” “It is.” Raiken’s first life raised his sword. “And if you lied?” Orochi looked at him. “Then kill me before the sea does.” The memory shifted. Beneath the trench, the three of them stood before a massive chain buried in stone. Crowns had been fused into every link.