Steampunk Laboratory Novels & Stories

He looked so determined. I blinked again. The scenery changed into that of an underground lab. Rusty equipment was everywhere, and the roof was leaking with rainwater. The entire room smelled foul and rats were running on every corner. There was one small bed on one side, a bucket, a cupboard, and a large table in the middle of the room with a lot of equipment. They looked like an engineering lab, with wrenches, bolts, and screwdrivers of various sizes. I saw some small prototypes of air balloons on the table.

Stroking my chin, I mumbled," Looks like someone tried to steal something from here! Or am I thinking too much?" It's not possible for someone to enter inside this laboratory unless they know they exist. And even if they did, what could possibly they steal from here? Wait up... The poison! The poison obtained from the white blood cells of hybrid wolves. Did someone barge inside the laboratory with their hands on the poison? Nah! That can't be. Should I look around? What if it has another exit outside? I thought and started searching around. Unfortunately I couldn't find anything. " I guess it was just an illusion. My senses may have been acting weird lately. I need to calm down first and ret

So, before Archie or anyone from his team hears something relevant, I have to do something before that happens. Maverick did not complain since he already know what was running through my mind at the moment. Instead, we began our journey to the utter darkness of the place. If not because I have the ability to sense everything, Maverick and I could have been clueless about our surroundings. As far as I can sense throughout the abandoned laboratory, I can see failed experiments in those large incubators. Dead bodies were floating inside them. Apart from that, there were also human and animal bones scattered all over the ground. Bones that no longer have souls and flesh.

The rusted metal screeched as it swung back. Behind the door was a vast laboratory space. On the central table lay rows of shattered glassware and stacks of yellowed notebooks. In the corner stood an old desktop computer, its screen cracked and its keyboard thick with dust. “This must’ve been where the experiments were conducted,” Autumn murmured. She rubbed her temples as fragmented flashes darted through her mind—someone strapped down tightly on the metal table. The image flickered for a brief second, but it sent a chill down her spine. Cold sweat beaded along her back.

Kael and the silver-furred mountain trackers swarmed the threshold immediately after, shields raised high, their keen nostrils twitching and wrinkling in immediate disgust at the chemical stench. The interior of the Grand Vizier’s laboratory was not a warehouse; it was a cathedral of industry. Rows of towering glass carboys, encased in protective copper cages, stretched forty feet toward the vaulted timber ceiling. Deep inside the glass, a thick, luminescent violet sludge bubbled without heat, driven by tiny mechanical agitators that clicked rhythmically, whir-click, whir-click, through a network of overhead brass drive-belts. At the far end of the central aisle, elevated on a platform of pe

"But in exchange, I need you to find me a book." "A book?" Arnold repeated before immediately nodding. "Of course, I can." Jane gently guided Victor farther into the laboratory while Arnold followed behind them. The experimental room looked completely different from the old corridors outside. Almost everything inside was silver. The tables, shelves, instruments, and even the walls reflected the bright light hanging overhead until the entire room gleamed with a cold metallic shine. "But that's rather unusual," Arnold continued curiously. "For you to ask me to find a book..." He adjusted his glasses. "Is it related to the medical field, Young Master?"

The massive circular door slowly unsealed, swinging inward into a brightly lit, pristine laboratory that felt completely detached from the ruined nineteenth-century tunnel outside. The room was filled with hum of operational vacuum-tube arrays, glass jars containing glowing blue gas, and dozens of brass analytical engines that were silently processing streams of paper tape. In the center of the laboratory stood a large, glass-domed console containing a rotating, miniature model of the Indian subcontinent, mapped out in pulsing golden light strands.

It was a torment she could no longer bear. Floating in midair, I stared blankly at the scene before me, unable to understand why Eliza was crying. Shouldn't she have been happy to learn I was dead? After all, she was the one who had sent me to the basement laboratory and also the one who had whipped me. Yet, she was weeping over the news of my death now? Before I could make sense of what was happening, Christopher suddenly came running up from behind Eliza. "Eliza, what on earth is going on? Why are you crying like this?"

The Labyrinth Entry The entrance gaped like a beast’s throat—twenty metres wide, as tall, a stone arch flayed by floodlights so that deep carvings cast jagged shadows. Labrys marks—double axes—glimmered where water ran down grooves older than empires. Cables snaked along the ground, feeding rows of lamps that pushed the dark only so far. The air tasted of oil, hot metal, and men who worked too long. Stephanos slipped inside, keeping low, a mouse that knew the hawks by name.

But then he was in another city where he had to take care of his business. I forgot that he said he was coming back here because he forgot something, I sprinted toward the royal hall and looked for the laboratory hallway. As I reached there in a hurry, I saw smoke covering the view and broken beakers and test tube rack on the ground. The laboratory was a mess, I tried to not step on anything dangerous that cause my health. There were chemical liquids dripping on the floor, as I walked close to the scene I saw warriors and doctors surrounding the place. I held my card to the warrior who stopped me, he held a face of pity as he lets me in.