Scooby Doo Strain Novels & Stories

"You're so pretty like your cousin, buti naman at nakahanap si Tyrone ng sariling scar-" "Roosie, what are you doing here?" Sabay kaming napatingin sa pinto, dahil sa biglang pagpasok ni Tyrone, pero anong scar, anong nakahanap ng sariling scar? Sugat? "Oh hi, actually wala gusto ko lang sabihin na nag tratrabaho na ako." Proud pa nitong sabi.

“What’s with that thing that you can slap my hands for that—” “This is a dangerous one. So don’t touch it.” “Is this related to something that could kill my life?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His eyes widened as he looked upon his watch flickering in a red colored light. “I gotta go.” “W-Wait! I still have many questions—” “Save those for later. I’ll pick you up after school.” “Hey! Wait! I will skip sch—” And again he just disappeared in a speed of light without me seeing him. I don’t know what’s happening to Doom but it’s really concerning me. Plus the fact that I still have many questions about him.

Leo screamed. ​Ren threw the scroll to Leo. As Leo caught it, the silver circuits in his arm locked onto the circuit-mesh of the vellum. The world around him slowed down. He could see the individual molecules of the Origin Strain rising into the air. He could feel the heartbeat of the volcano below. ​Leo pressed the scroll against the central thermal vent. ​"This is for the pack," Leo whispered.

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.

“Do I hear wedding bells in your future?” She laughed. “I didn’t mean it that way. He’s just enthusiastic and it’s refreshing.” She took a seat. “So what do we have on his romantic attachments?” “Well, you’ll have to ask, but I’m betting he’s single,” Caleb replied. “Not a lot of girls go for morticians.” “I meant Leroy.” Emma shook her head. “Try to stay on point.” He chuckled. “You were unclear.” He looked at his report. “Well, as Donati said, there seem to be a lot of women coming and going with the victim. It could take a while to question all of them and we still haven’t ruled this out as mob-related.”

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

So I was counting on that to get him to have an appropriate reaction. "Strain 5 is the one they've most likely released. It's the strain that has the most vials available, so they can use it more easily," Daemon said, and Izan raised his eyebrows. "They don't have time to replicate anything, so surely that must be it. They used what they had on hand." I cursed through my teeth at what that really meant. “Of course it has to be the most terrible strain!” I said angrily. “Magic silk coating every single wolf organ until the damn cocoon chokes them with toxins more lethal and painful than aconite is ideal. Isn't it?”

Only Mona wasn't ready to give up. She had no clue how corporate hierarchy actually worked and assumed this was just another one of my tricks to weasel out. Mona let out a scornful snort. "Nice try! Keep it up! "A busted phone and a voice-changer app, some accomplice mumbling into a mic outside the room—you really think we're three-year-olds? "Derek, this is obviously a scam. Get someone to grab her already!" That one stupid sentence out of Mona's mouth was like throwing a thorny lifeline to a drowning man.

The sharp pain from my scalp had me holding my breath. “I’m not a bug, but your face is red. Are you hot… dog? Ha, ha, ha I make myself laugh. Hotdog, It’s perfect!” I had no words as the thing somehow managed to situate itself back on my shoulders now. Still holding my left ear, it smacked the back of my head so hard my vision blurred. “Ow, ouch! You little fucker!” I clenched my teeth as I spoke. “Gee whizz! Come on Scooby Doo. Try harder.”

She sprayed the red powder on Darryl’s body. At that moment, Darryl could smell a funny scent starting to spread. “What are you doing?” Darryl became worried as he furrowed his brows. “You scared?” Quincy kept the jade bottle as she grinned and her eyes full of contempt. “I sprayed something called the Stray Scent on your body. It’s a special herb from South Cloud World. Poisonous bugs love this herb. Imagine, there are so many mutated poisonous bugs around, how many would be attracted to come over?”