Shredder Mutated Novels & Stories

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

The entire cave trembled crazily, rocks falling from the ceiling and striking me. I screamed from the bottom of my lungs, pouring every ounce of willpower into the light. “Return to what you were meant to be!” With a deafening crack, the black energy finally began shattering into pieces. The gray mist began to dissolve almost instantly, unraveling like smoke in sunlight. The crystal slowly returned to its original clarity and soon began glowing softly. Outside, Kieran felt the change instantly. The mutated leader let out a horrified shriek as its regeneration failed. But before it could recover, Kieran lunged forward to take it down.

"I can hear... everything. The station... it’s screaming." "He’s undergoing an Isotopic Mutation," Mina whispered, her voice trembling with horror. "The spores... they aren't just energy. They’re a Genetic Catalyst (a substance that triggers a permanent change in living cells). His body is rewriting itself to survive the new environment." Jun let out a sound that wasn't a scream—it was a high-frequency chime. His fingers elongated, the skin thickening into something that looked like iridescent scales. He was becoming a "Harvester," the very thing Thorne wanted to turn humanity into.

For a split second, the blood in my veins turned to ice as the man followed the fallen body with a gun in hand. “STEEL!” The iron bar came at my face again, but I rolled over, avoiding it altogether. Finally, with my head back in the game – a game that was called ‘kill this mother fucker so I can get to Steel asap!’ – I kicked out, landing a blow straight in my attacker’s stomach, and he took a stumble backward. Accidentally, he landed on a control panel, and something behind me roared to life. Glancing up, I realized that he’d turned on the metal shredder that we used to crush the cars into scrap metal.

Then I grabbed as many loose leaves and branches as possible and threw them on top of the mud, disguising it as a normal forest floor. It was a simple trap, but it would work, especially for the mutants. They were stronger and larger than normal shifters, but the madness that set in took away their processing capabilities. They weren't stupid necessarily, but they weren't clever either. I walked back closer to the guard circle that surrounded the building and moved back and forth between the trees until two of them noticed and branched away from the group. Proud of myself, I slowly led them to the trap. I stood directly across from the mudhole, in the wide open, so as soon as the two rounded

I coughed but went rigid underneath the steel toe black marauder boots. "You should have stayed out of this. You had no business interfering Shields. Do you know how high and how far this will go? It doesn't stop with me and that is why I've gotta take the opportunity to end you." I laughed. This was my maze on my premises, I'd be buried here one day but not murdered. "You don't get it do you?" I retorted and begin unraveling truths for him. "Someone from high in the chain told me to get you and them and to deal with the infestation. You guys are like crumb snatching roaches."

Compared to the rest of the people gathered in this room, she was more than capable of taking them out with bullets to spare. Slowly and reluctantly, the people seeking refuge under Guild Survivor's umbrella told Zen what he needed to know. Zen plotted out the people the way Yelena taught him using cards and coins. Guild Carnage was currently divided. Party Undead's fighter was injured, but so was Controlled Berserker. In any case, the Shredder was poisoned, and Zen needed the couple to work on taking him out of the equation for the rest of this event to prevent Party Undead from feeding Johan their movements.

blazed red with bitter irony. In the photo, he looked so upright. But who would guess that underneath that mask of righteousness hid a heart so rotten? The sky grew darker, and streetlights flickered on. Dragging my legs that felt as if they were weighted with lead, I finally reached the entrance of our apartment complex. I swiped my card. The gate alarm beeped, flashing red. Harvey really had changed everything. Even my access to the compound had been revoked. Matt Shepard, the security guard, poked his head out of the security booth, a troubled look on his face.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

"I'll call you tomorrow. We'll work out the details of the agreement." I drove home feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The anger was still there, the hurt was still there, but now there was something else too....hope. Not hope that everything would be perfect, but hope that maybe, just maybe, we could all find a way to move forward without destroying each other in the process. And for now, that was enough.