Steampunk Laboratory Novels & Stories

he replied as he calmed down a little. Lydia smiled, she wondered which kind of experiment her father had been involved in, he had only told her he and his team were experimenting but didn’t specify what they were experimenting on, "Wow, a micropipette, Galileo thermometer, Goethe barometer, a spectrophotometer," Lydia cried in amazement as she called out the names of some of the equipment in the Lab while breaking out from the middle going towards the experiment she just called. “Lydia be careful, don’t forget we met a car outside before we came inside, am sure they can’t be just ordinary tourists,” Richard said to his daughter trying to stop her from roaming the lab.

Dawn They led me to a Lab that contained everything I needed. I was impressed by the sheer size of it. It was also well-equipped. Creekside didn't have anything like that in all its years. Mother had some tubes for mixing herbs, but that was it. The lab was dusty and full of cobwebs. According to them, it had been locked up for decades. The triplets looked spooked and refused to enter the Lab with us. Even Kaden looked a tad uncomfortable.

The trail led to an old stone building half-sunk in the mud, and every instinct Caelum had screamed trap. The structure was ancient, older than the packs, older than the wars. Pre-war concrete and rusted steel, swallowed by the swamp and dug out again. Voss had converted it into a mobile laboratory. Lights flickered in the grimy windows, and the air hummed with the sound of generators.

On the fifth day, the same wolf takes me to a room I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing before, and I’m starting to wish they never gave me that pleasure. The smell hits me before I see it but it’s too late to run the other way. Death and chemicals. It’s clear it’s a lab, much like what you would see in a mad scientist kind of movie. Metal tables line the walls, cluttered with rusted surgical tools, bone saws, broken glass wear, and syringes. Half of the tiles are streaked with blood, both fresh and dried, and there are lab coats hanging by the door that are perpetually stained red. There are cobwebs in every available location, and drag marks across the floor. Half disassembled machines whi

*Dr. Kyle Velikov* The lab was alive with the glow of fluorescent lights overhead, casting sterile illumination onto various glass vials and intricate equipment strewn across stainless steel tables. It felt like I had stumbled into a Disneyland for scientists, my heart racing at seeing the possibilities within these walls. For two days, I had worked tirelessly, packing every valuable piece of evidence from the abandoned laboratory Poppy and Logan had discovered during their escape from the burning Palace. Now, every surface was filled with supplies, and the reality of the situation settled heavily upon my shoulders.

"My father's money... it built this." "And your mother's genius filled it," Louis looked at Harper. The airlock was open (the power had died decades ago). They stepped inside. The laboratory was frozen in time. Papers were scattered on the floor. Coffee mugs with mold sat on desks. Computer monitors from the 90s gathered dust. But in the center of the room, illuminated by their flashlights, was a massive glass tank. It was broken. Shattered from the inside out. And on the floor, surrounded by dried, black stains, was a skeleton. Not an old skeleton from the catacombs. A relatively fresh one. Wearing a lab coat. Clutching a clipboard.

And when he tried to find evidence, he had searched in the underground, going through the dungeons one by one and ending up frustrated. I smiled at the memory. He had wanted a dark alpha, hadn't he? Someone strong and dominant who would be able to stand his own against everyone. And now he has it, and doesn't like it one bit. What he hadn't bargained for was that I would be able to stand my own, even against the Silver Hands. I walked into the lab. The lab was filled with an eerie ambiance, a stark contrast to the vibrant daylight outside. Shelves lined with various vials, books, and mysterious artifacts cast elongated shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals an

Tubes, cylinders, Bunsen burners, the lot were scattered around with pages and pages of notes that looked incomprehensible. I wouldn’t have known where to start in this laboratory, except for the strong smell of something sinister lurking from one of the jars. The scent stung my nose and almost had me choking. Alyssa and Caleb were acting the same. Alyssa quickly covered Calbe’s mouth, concern flittering over her expression as she moved him closer towards the exit.

SYDNEY As I entered the dimly lit laboratory, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. The sharp scent of chemicals invaded my nostrils, and the cold, sterile air sent a chill down my spine. Sebastian, with his unkempt hair and intense gaze, stood at the center of the room, surrounded by his team of researchers. They clustered around a glass enclosure, their eyes fixated on its contents. Anxious anticipation mingled with dread as I approached, my curiosity warring with a growing sense of unease.

Each click echoed in the hollow space of the barn like a heartbeat. C-sharp. E-flat. G-natural. With a sound of grinding stone and shifting gears, the trapdoor hissed open. A gust of stale, recycled air rushed up to meet them. They descended a narrow concrete staircase into a space that defied the rustic exterior of the farm. It was a bunker, but not like the high-tech 'Ledger' in Nevada. This was a laboratory from a different era—filled with vacuum tubes, massive magnetic tape reels, and walls covered in hand-drawn schematics.