Sci Fi Super Soldiers Novels & Stories

“It is classified…even until now..superman is nothing but fantasy…the Project were called SS Project, and the individual that were chosen as the subject, including me were only 10 people…all of them only slightly better than any human being..for example there’s a private that can run fast, like 9 second flat in 100 meter..good but not to the point of being a superhuman..” I carefully tell Hwa Young my reminisces about all the people that attend the project with me. All 9 of them attended the project with their abnormally patriotism, I remember one of the funny candidate that has the ability to sweats more than any normal person. Which kinda useless, which latter becomes his cause of death. “

Westley stumbled back before showing utter disbelief. He did not think Harvey would be as fierce in such circumstances. He had a dozen genetically enhanced soldiers with him! ‘Doesn’t he realize how strong these soldiers are?! “Kill him!” exclaimed Westley. He furiously made a gesture after that. The soldiers, with strange looks, charged forward. Some instantly grew sharp fingernails, a few grew fur from their faces, and others were seen with glowing green eyes. These genetically enhanced soldiers had some beastly characteristics. Their strength and speed were unlike any ordinary martial artist.

“Secret. If I’m dead, I can’t confirm anything you tell anyone. Remember, if one of us comes out publicly, then it means it will out everyone. Now you understand where I’m coming from? I’m not human. Do I have to follow human laws, and do those laws protect me? Am I an intelligent being or a pet? Think about it. Some families would suffer from public exposure.” “You realize that it’s my job to look into things like this? If I don’t learn about this, it’s going to be hell on Earth if it gets out another way.” “I don’t want excuses like they want to look at us medically. Or super-soldiers. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened to our people.” “Do you really think that would happen?” “The

"Of course I'm not. Ever since I left, my life has been on the death list. Someone wants me dead. For what I know. For what they don't want the world to know. For what the families that have their wives and husbands serving in the army. Children need to know. That the people in charge of our country are dangerous. They are murderers. They will stop at nothing to get want they want." "What are you trying to say? What are you implying." "A year before I left. Before I retired, twenty one of my best men and women. The men who faught and battled beside be where set up for an experiment. The government intended to create super soldiers who could fight an army of one with thousands of opposing sol

The enemy hidden in the dark developed biochips in an attempt to create super soldiers. These super soldiers were extremely terrifying. The chip exerted absolute control over their brains, leaving them without pain receptors. They could regain consciousness only by severing the connection with the chip. This could be done by inducing temporary paralysis in the brain. Even if captured, the chips could self-destruct to ensure instant fatality. The consequences of mass-producing these chips were unthinkable. The main issue now was that they had no idea who they were dealing with in the shadow. Ambrose had already started investigating the matter. Currently, he was heading to the Carter family i

Who needed no sleep. "Project Helios," Sebastian whispered. "The West calls it a cure. I call it... an upgrade." Ivan’s eyes widened. He lowered the gun slightly. "Super soldiers? I thought that was a myth." "Look at me," Sebastian spread his arms. "Three days ago, I was a cripple in a wheelchair. My legs were dying." "Now?" He suddenly grabbed the barrel of Ivan’s Desert Eagle. With a quick, violent twist, he didn't just disarm Ivan—he bent the barrel of the gun. SCREECH. The golden steel groaned and twisted uselessly.

SA-2614 is a genetically modified weapon of war. A soldier—a super soldier— whose sole purpose in life is carrying out orders and achieving the objective. Anyone who stands in her way is just another casualty in her unending war with whoever her superiors deem as enemies of the colony. And one such casualty lies prone in front of her, writhing in pain and shock of the 15000 volts delivered from her shock stick. He was a civilian, just a civilian. But she would do whatever it takes to achieve the mission. Even if she needs to take out a citizen of the colony.

he answered, leaning forward to stare at me curiously. “So there’s this Alien-Scientist who was the assistant to the chief in charge of the laboratory, they had a project called—SUPER-SOLDIER Project- Using that Alien tissue you brought from the Proxima Centauri B, extracting their genome and editing them to create a powerful formula that will turn an ordinary human into superhero, with abilities to teleport and disappear as well as to self-repair. Unfortunately, after many trial-and-errors, it became obvious that the formula was only compatible with the person, whose specific, rare blood. The blood that is immune to HIV” Judging by his face, I could see that he knew what was next, since he

Hate was too small a word,it was too simple What I felt was slower. The kind of suffocating resentment that settled into your bones and refused to leave. Thirty years old man still stuck in a 9-5 job at Apex Dynamics. No money and no prospects The world had already decided I was the designated punching bag. Over a century again,due to some mutation that the government kept super-secret. Superpowers became a thing of existence. That brought about flashy pricks flying around on the news and government-sponsored heroes signing endorsement deals One in a thousand people got powers.

I blew out a long breath and nodded. "Well they wanted to recruit me as well. I learned over time that the torture process is to break the mind and make the soldier more obedient if you will. They used special drugs to increase the rate of submission, but it never seemed to work on me. So they got...creative." I said darkly. So creative they would often talk about how they where hurting Sebastion because I would not submit to their will. "So they where making Super Soldiers." Alliah spoke up, grim and dark. I gave a curt nod. Yes, soldiers who would only listen to the ones who had tamed them to be this way. It was the only reason I could think of that they would use such horrible methods.