Shredder Mutated Novels & Stories

She rolled her neck slightly, and I saw the tension in her jaw ease by a fraction. "Contract's cloaked," Brianna said, confirming what I'd already understood. She looked at Harper with the particular calm of someone who had recently died, come back, and found that the experience had reorganised their priorities considerably. "The monitoring spell is blind. We have a window. Maybe three hours before the shield starts to degrade, less if the contract actively resists." She looked at me. "You'll feel different in there. Your soul signature is unusual. Without your counterparts, you're not reading as wolf or demon-blood to the Neverplain's natural sorting mechanisms. That's not a weakness. Use i

After that incident, he had absolutely refused to let me work late at the lab anymore. In our tiny one-bedroom apartment covered with mold stains, he had held me close and promised that someday he would provide me with a big house protected by the safest keypad lock. Yet now, as our circumstances had improved, the anti-theft lock we had chosen together was being used to keep me out. Just as I was about to leave, the door opened from the inside. A woman stood in the doorway with lingerie barely hanging on her shoulders, a sheer wrap doing little to hide the red marks on her skin.

“We must terminate him before he harms civilians any more civilians.” “That will be a bit of a problem, sir.” He looked at him, shrugging his shoulder. “During the genetic transmutation process which we performed on Mr Shade, we altered his genetic makeup in such a way that would make him hyperactive and incredibly strong. This means Mr Shade is nearly impossible to destroy.” “You should have thought of that before you created him,” William muttered. “You made him, so figure out a way to stop him. I won’t have all those deaths pinned on me.”

His friendship with Faith remained intact. After the first year at the University, Shola and Daniel went for Thanksgiving after all that happened. Daniel was around for Thanksgiving. These three built cords couldn't be broken and the events of the past were erased due to their availability to each other. Shola had peace once again and had joy all over him. Though he lost his family, Shola still found his way to the top.

Sometimes my vision blurred without warning, shadows stretching too long, colors blurring together until I had to squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through the dizziness. The shaman said the virus had been neutralized but he did not say I was healed. Every mirror in the safe house had been removed at first. I didn’t understand why until one night I caught my reflection in a polished metal surface by accident. The scream tore out of me before I could stop it. My face looked like a stranger’s, wrong in horrifying ways. The structure was still mine, but the symmetry was off, skin marred by faint distortions where the mutation had warped bone and tissue before retreating. My eyes looked… haunted.

Its fundamental logic encountered a paradox it could not resolve. Alarms erupted throughout the ruins. The main display flooded with corrupted code. The forced reboot progress bar stalled permanently at forty-nine percent. Alexander stood beside her. His massive frame remained motionless. He looked at the woman who had crushed her own hand and shattered every chain meant to bind her. The violent blood surging through his body reached its peak. The system crashed. The biochemical suppression program restraining his mutated genes collapsed completely. The clone’s eyes snapped open. Pitch-black pupils radiated something inhuman.

These weren't just any zombies. Every single one of them had evolved. They were faster, stronger, and tougher. They sprinted down the street like Olympic athletes. "Raarh!" "Raarh!" The horde kept coming, one after another, chasing them down. Flames roared in Hayley's palm, the heat scorching through the mutated zombies as she ran. Her air shield stayed fully active, pushing forward as she led everyone toward the financial center ahead.

Vanessa's scream was ear-piercing. Blood gushed through her fingers, staining her white dress. "Bitch! You stabbed me?" she shrieked, her hair a tangled mess. "Get them! Kill these bastards!" I raised the scissors to strike again, but a goon kicked me hard, sending me crashing into the dress rack. The impact tore my wound open, and I nearly blacked out from the pain. Chris threw himself over me, shielding me as another goon's knife slashed down, cutting deep into his arm. Blood sprayed, soaking his shirt.

Then, it smiled a small smile that looked just like Siron’s, and EXPLODED INTO A MIST OF SILVER AND GOLD, destroying several Soul Scavengers around it in a final blast. Siron screamed, feeling a strange and deep sense of loss, as if he had lost a piece of himself. The protection dome held. The remaining Soul Scavengers, having lost many of their kind, finally retreated into the forest. The treehouse was safe. The Soul Flower sprout was safe. But the shadow that had helped them, was gone. Siron sat down, panting. He looked at his own hand. His shadow on the floor was now normal, following his movements. No more silver light. No more detached consciousness.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by