Steampunk Laboratory Novels & Stories

The lenses of the microscope hid her pale blue eyes, her white lab coat failing to conceal the curves beneath, or the frustration she was experiencing. It had taken less than two days for the vampires to obtain all the equipment required to set up a state-of-the-art laboratory at the Armand-Hanlon Compound. They had even worked to tunnel deep into the surrounding mountainside and build a sturdy wooden structure to serve as an entranceway into the lab. Another day and the lab was up and running, makeshift walls sectioning off rooms for storage and work areas.

he asked, bustling backward and allowing them entrance. His lab certainly did look like something out of a horror movie, though Asteria never took much interest in films. They’d come along late in her existence, and by then she had already learned to love music and dance, admiring paintings, and even reading a love story now and again, rather than sitting and staring at moving pictures for hours on end. Still, she’d seen enough to know that Frankenstein’s laboratory that brought forth the famous monster likely resembled the mixture of boiling beakers and smoking test tubes Hines had on exhibit here. “Dr. Hines,” Asteria began, hoping this didn’t take long as she wasn’t suited to this clutter

"I don't have it with me. Mind walking over to my lab?" "Sure! It's a lovely morning." We reached an old tavern that wasn't busy yet. A fair, plump woman waved at us and showed me the way to a lab while the old man stopped to hand her some food that Nancy gave him from the palace kitchens. I was amazed at the sheer collection of random things in this tiny room he called his laboratory. He arranged huge round bottom glass containers in a funny way to tilt them over each other, bubbling a bright green liquid.

He pushed them open and stepped aside. "Your laboratory, Miss Anastasia." I walked inside and stopped. My breath caught in my throat. The laboratory was huge. Sunlight poured through a wall of windows that faced the forest. The workstations were brand new, with gleaming steel surfaces and state-of-the-art equipment. Microscopes. Centrifuges. Genetic sequencers. Machines I had only ever read about in journals. A glass cabinet along one wall held rows of labeled samples. A computer screen on the main desk displayed a three-dimensional model of werewolf DNA.

It was assumed that the old chief had only told his son about it before he died, and then it was used to frame Terea. Further ahead is the laboratory, which has been so neatly dismantled that it is impossible to tell what it was originally used for. The only thing left is the power station. This is normal. Access to and from the lab depends on teleportation, and if it is dismantled, the people inside will not be able to get out. In addition, there are many orc corpses, including centaurs and people of other races. They turn to powder at the slightest touch, so it seems that they have been here for a long time.

He had built his laboratory from salvaged materials and stolen science and the particular obsessive focus of someone who had decided that the world that made him would one day answer to what he’d become inside it. The room was vast and white. Not clean, there was a difference. Clean implied an absence of difficult things. This room was simply ruthless in its brightness, which was its own kind of violence. Along the walls, glass cages rose from floor to ceiling, each housing something that moved with the wrong rhythms, something built from flesh that had been taken apart and reconsidered. Saturn walked past three of them without looking, which was the only form of compliment he ever paid anyt

Am I back in Thoranelle? I sat up with a start. The cold table under me was too familiar, reminding me of the laboratory I had almost died in. I was in a lab, just a different one. This was the laboratory I had made the elixir in. A scoff of disbelief left me as I turned to see two giant tubs of liquid connected to my elbows via IV. I ripped one out in annoyance. The tube wasn’t taking my blood but was pumping something into me. With a frown, I raised the tube to my nose and sniffed.

Searching the rim of the door, the gravel to see if there was a fake rock, only to strike gold at finding the key on one of the high up window sills. Too high for anyone to see making it perfect to hide. "Thank you for not being a mousetrap," she sighed and with that, she entered the lab. It was…everything and nothing Jamie expected. It wasn't some doctor of doom location but a strange mix of things. One part office, two parts doctor's office with an operating table and fully functioning lab, and one part strange wall with chains that Jamie was trying real hard not to look at. Clean, but not sterile. It was…lived in. There were photos on the wall with the Burroughs in them, a few children's

​The decades had not been kind to the mainland, nor to the man who sought to cage it. The "Burn-Labs" of Julian Thorne had expanded into a sprawling, subterranean necropolis of soot and pressurized steam. Beneath the scorched crust of the old North Shore, the air was a thick, grey soup of carbonized Whisper-Moss and the metallic tang of high-voltage arc-reactors.

“I am the King, Calista. I do not need to create fake things to impress people.” She looked back at the room. The laboratory was enormous. It was larger than some buildings in the capital. Tall wooden shelves reached all the way to the ceiling, filled with ancient books, old scrolls, and maps that had been collected for hundreds of years. Long stone tables covered the center of the room. Glass containers held different liquids that glowed under the magical lights. Tools created by the greatest researchers in the kingdom were placed carefully around the room. This was where the smartest minds spent their lives searching for answers. And now it belonged to her.