Project X Strain Novels & Stories

I ran a cold eye over the panicked, floundering Karina and went on. My voice wasn't loud, yet it cut through all the noise and dropped clearly into every ear. "Doctored footage? The camera system in the Perrone family archive room is maintained by Troy Security. Every piece of original footage is backed up in real time to encrypted cloud storage. This is the original cloud record, and the head of the security firm is standing at the entrance to the hall right now, ready to come up and testify at any moment."

"So are you." "Victor severely underestimated how irritating I can be." Marcus laughed. Several agents laughed too. Lena looked mildly offended. "I wasn't joking." That made everyone laugh harder. For the first time in what felt like forever, the tension eased. Slightly. Only slightly. Agent Bennett entered carrying a thick black folder. My attention sharpened immediately. Project Phoenix. The name appeared across the cover. The same folder from Victor's photograph. The same project connected to Richard Kane. To Rory's parents.

Sarah added quietly. Everyone in the room went still. The Strain. The genetic mutation that occurred in approximately one in every million humans. A quirk of DNA that made their blood toxic to supernaturals. Not just mildly toxic. Lethally toxic. One drop of Strain-positive blood in a werewolf's system would cause seizures. Two drops would cause organ failure. Three drops would kill them within minutes. It was the Vigil's holy grail. The weapon they'd been trying to weaponize for decades.

“You put yourself between her and wherever she wanted to lead you. That’s stubbornness masquerading as strategy.” I stood up. “It kept Chloe safe.” His mouth softened. For a second there was nothing between us but shared history….bad decisions and more stubbornness than either of us ever admitted. “You did what you had to do. But now we stop improvising.” He stood and walked to the bookshelves, fingers trailing over spines the way other men fingered guns. He pulled a slim binder with a purple band and set it between us on the table. The label was simple: W PROJECT — FILES. My hand twitched. I’d seen pieces of this before in the lab, but it had been fragmented……diagrams, blurry photos, lab st

“Sounds familiar. Shady biotech company that went down a few years back. Rumors said they were experimenting on shifters, trying to create super soldiers or something. Everyone thought it was a myth.” “It wasn’t,” Riley said, her voice hard. “I was one of their test subjects.” Jaxon stared at her, his throat tightening. “That man you followed the scent of? He worked there. He was one of the lead scientists. I barely remember his name, but I remember his face. And I remember being strapped to a table.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “They called me Project Echo. Said I was special. Said my DNA responded differently than the others. Something about… hybrid anomalies.”

The years of hidden pain etched lines across his face. “We need to talk,” he said quietly, turning when he heard her. Iris dropped the birth certificate and the kill switch file onto the polished desk. “I confronted Wren,” she said, voice raw. Callum’s jaw tightened. “He’s more dangerous than we thought. I’ve been digging deeper into Project Eve. It’s not just a secret lab experiment. It’s a vast network — governments, corporations, even some we trusted. They want to control humanity’s future. Noah isn’t just a child; he’s their prototype.”

The zeros just have to keep increasing in his bank account. "Who would go to Lagos, my King?" Cosmo addressed the man who had lost himself in self-praise. "Third will go." Scorpion was taken aback. The project One Nine Two point Three popularly known as Third was the only technology his boss had successfully created but it wasn't as magnificent as Project Five One Three which was with Dr. Johnson. His boss must be joking. He can't possibly let that project out in the streets after what happened the last time. Scorpion clenched his jaw and watched him pace.

I asked, a little confused. Why is everyone acting with horror every time I bring up my projects? “You've lost it,” Indiana threw her hands up and spun around. “Taylor, I don't deal in body parts or I would've happily lent you a brain. Why the heck are you still treading down that path? Do you not realize what destruction your projects bring?” Rea inquired. “I haven't even told you what it's about yet,” I said incredulously. I knew that my projects were a disaster but their reaction was a bit too excessive.

"Yeah, you're the one I've been waiting for. You would work really well for it, and I could see you being a perfect fit on a couple other projects." "Wait, 'Bringing in the Nudes Year' is that...are you…naked? You want me to model naked?" "Well, for that particular project, yes." He answered her very matter of fact. And after she gawked at him, he added, "Is there some problem with that?" "Yes! I'm not modeling naked!"

So he still worked after our last encounter, which made me very tired. Curiosity got the better of me. I couldn't resist the urge to take a peek and see what he had been working on. I sat at the table, forgetting about the tea that I had just made. As I opened the laptop, a rush of guilt washed over me, but my curiosity was greater than my conscience. The screen displayed a document titled "Project Wolf" with numerous tabs open, revealing an intricate web of research and plans. I clicked on a document and began reading about the project. It seemed to be a top-secret initiative involving the genetic engineering of…werewolves?