Regeneration Novels & Stories

I complained as I looked away. With all casualty, as if nothing happened, Sir Rigor asked, "Give me an empty glass." I glanced at Sir Rigor and exclaimed, "E-Excuse me?" "How pathetic of me... It seems like no matter how much I grow, I can't leave behind the past!" Oi! What the hell am I seeing?! The wound on his forehead is... disappearing?! And the blood on the floor... it's gathering in one place in a shape of a sphere. It's like regeneration! The cut in between his eyebrows is closing off... is he generating flesh?! Impossible!

Each step lands clean and sure — weight settling evenly, like the injury means nothing. "You're healing too fast," I say, voice low. "Bothered?" My eyes snap to his profile. "Why are you healing so fast?" "Missing taking care of me?" "I would rather have you dead." I sneer. "Answer." "Rapid Regenerative Response," he says. "What?" He frowns, annoyed. "Some people regenerate tissue faster. Nothing special." Matter-of-fact. No hesitation. No defensiveness. Just… certainty.

The sterile white walls of my laboratory had become my entire world. For years, I had chased a phantom: the secret to spontaneous cellular regeneration. I wanted to end the era of slow healing, of scars, of organ failure. I wanted to turn the human body into a self-repairing machine.

“Pain knows no gender or age “ I remind myself. I realize immediately how much I need this Therapy, earlier today I made a decision not to see the Therapist ever again because it has always been a struggle to open up or revisit old memories. My therapist says I’ll heal in due time but firstly, I’d have to admit to myself that I am really hurt and also willing to get better. I tried to stay so busy all day so there is no spare time to ponder on everything that has been going on, but some thoughts are hard to avoid. I am stuck between the feeling of gratitude that I have my first love back with me and regretting her return because it’s opening up already almost healed wounds. I guess I need

He hadn't sat since they pulled her off the dais six hours ago. "The cellular regeneration is... anomalous," Wolfy said. His voice was flat, stripped of inflection to hide the tremor in his throat. He tapped the datapad. "Normal tissue repair involves cell division. Mitosis. This..." He enlarged the scan. "This is fusion," he whispered. "Her cells aren't dividing. They are condensing. They are pulling ambient matter from the air and converting it into biological mass." "English, Wolfy," Barzil rumbled. The Commander sat on a crate by the door, his sword across his knees. He looked like a statue carved from exhaustion.

Then the toy started vibrating inside me. My eyes went wide and screamed in pleasure. "OHHHH FUCK!!! FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!!!" I cursed as my pleasure heighten. The pleasure was so overwhelming that my body spasms in pleasure, then out of nowhere I squirted against Hecate. Then Hecate pressed her body to mine riding the waves of pleasure that the toy has given her. I felt Hecate's body spasm and convulses in pleasure. "OHHH YEAH!! MY LOVE!! FUCK!!"

However, it would never be a loss to learn more skills. Regrowing limbs proved to be harder than healing injuries. Part from regenerating limbs, parts of various organs could also be regenerated with this skill. Naturally, it needed more focus and a greater knowledge of anatomy. Thankfully, Zen knew the basics. The only organ that could not be regenerated was the brain.

Hendry couldn't remember how he managed to get out of bed. He was too damn exhausted. The orgasm had been so good that his knees wobbled. Luckily, Brody was quick to help him to the tub. It was a big Jacuzzi that fit four. "Damn, I gotta have this at my place now." Hendry huffed as he got into the warm bubbly water. The pressure was too good to his body that he moaned making Sloan and Callie let out a fit of giggle.

“Start with Ward C. I want to see the progress on Project ReGenesis.” Silver’s head snapped up at that. “ReGenesis?” she echoed softly. She's heard her great grandmother talk about it in her last conference meeting. Detroit gave her a glance, a small flick of his eyes that almost resembled amusement. “It’s one of the institute’s ongoing projects. Gene restoration therapy for neural decay.” Her brows furrowed. “Like for Alzheimer’s?” “Yes,” he said, his tone gentling slightly. “And more than that — trauma, paralysis, genetic defects. We’re rewriting how the human body remembers itself.”

Please help me return to my husband's life. He's the only one I need in this world! "Please don't take him away from me!" I yelled, and at the same time, an excruciating pain blossomed from my back. I fell on top of Winston, and I trembled at the immense pain surging through my body. It startled me when suddenly my limbs regenerated with great speed and my wounds closed up in the blink of an eye. However, no matter how fascinating it is, it is still painful as hell, as if it's making me crazy.