Skylar Lab Rats Novels & Stories

“Oh Skylar…” She snorted. “I don’t need pity, Ethan. You can take that party elsewhere. I don’t want it. I don’t need it. I just want this mother fucking anklet off. I feel like…I’m failing Raine.” “You’re wolf?” Skylar nodded. “She insists that I’m not but I don’t believe her.” Smiling at me, she pushed me away with her hip. “Get out of my kitchen. I’m making gnocchi and I need the whole countertop.”

He said. Racheal stared on in confusion. Although what he said sounded plausible. She did not believe a word of it. Why would Skylar cry so much over a dog she had only known for two days? She looked at Steffan. He was looking at the screen angrily. He did not look convinced either. “Skylar, look at me.” His voice was a command. Skylar looked up from where her face had been buried in Hamza’s shirt, crying. Her eyes looked disturbingly unfocused.

A noise report. My jaw tightened. I felt it then…heat crawling up my neck, rage licking at my control. “There’s nothing down there for you,” I said evenly. “The basement houses laboratory specimens. I have permits.” “Specimens?” he echoed. “Yes,” I replied without missing a beat. “Genetically sensitive laboratory rats. A special breed. Highly reactive. Harmful if mishandled.” It wasn’t even a lie. Not entirely. The officer didn’t look convinced. “I’ll need to verify that,” he said, stepping closer. “Unlock the door.”

SKYLA Xavier paced around the lab like a lion caught in a glass cage with blinding lights, the frustrated sigh that escaped through his mouth every passing minute unnerved me, snapped several locks and keys into place as I watched him. The light overhead flickered dangerously cold and white. The charred USB drive sat on a silk cloth beneath a magnifying glass like it was some sacred relic. Two tech analysts hovered nearby, murmuring codes to each other – one I didn’t understand.

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

“Not with your father’s scouts actively on your tail. You’ll be sniffed out the instant you set foot outside this hideout.” “Wow, thanks for the encouragement, babe!” I exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from my tone. That didn’t stop me from going to my room and grabbing a new pair of shoes—shock absorbers no werewolf would be able to sense the vibrations from. “Conrad, come on,” Skylar’s voice followed me. “Do I need to remind you this is the same reason why you had Atlas go to Ridgewood and not you?” I exhaled heavily, patting my sides in exasperation. “What do you want me to do, huh?”

I responded. “We can't allow her spill what she saw to anyone. You have to do something,” Lyra declared. “So you are suggesting I get rid of her? That's not happening. I'm sure she knows to keep mute if she ever did see something..” “I have more serious issues to face than all of that. Now where is Derek?” ******* VEGA Eccentric; the kind of feeling I was having that very minute. I could have sworn something had gone wrong. The sensation I felt inside my wolf.

“First of all, thank you for coming on such short notice. Jessica and I have made crucial progress with the sulfa tablets. It doesn’t differ much from the previous formula that I fixed for Moonlit Labs, but will be much more accessible to the public and the citizens of the country.” I turn to Jessica and she passes me a large plate that holds four tiny bowls. Inside the bowls is a crisp white powder. I hold the plate out and the three of them take a bowl, inspecting it. Setting the plate down, I take the last bowl and direct their attention to a sick lab rat in a cage. “I’m going to take the powder and apply a small amount to his exposed wound that has sadly been infected.” Out of the corner

With a lab coat instead of chains. He had no way out except to dive back into Glacier's icy depths. Black Hawk would drop by now and then, dropping off 'volunteers' for Silver Night to use as guinea pigs. Every time a new batch of test subjects walked in, Silver Night's mind drifted to a dark chapter he wished he could forget, pleading to no one in particular, "Lab rats would do just fine..." Black Hawk had that look on his face, the one that said he couldn't care less. "Human trials are more precise, and I don't have all day to watch you play with mice."

“I’ll kill you all and leave the pack. It doesn’t matter to me. Nothing matters to me after Soraya. Am I clear?” Kira rolled her eyes and turned around to start walking out of the room. “Calm your nerves, Alpha,” she chuckled wickedly. “Nothing crazy is happening in the next trial.” With that, they left the room, and we had to leave immediately after, to meet the deadline they gave us. As soon as we got to the lab, I could smell a rat. Not a literal rat. The place was as sterile as an operation theater and everywhere smelled of isopropyl alcohol and bleach.