Steampunk Laboratory Novels & Stories

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

I inserted the coin into the slot and turned it three times to the left, then twice to the right. ​The door groaned open, revealing a laboratory frozen in time. Unlike the sterile, chrome halls of the Abyss, this place smelled of formaldehyde and old paper. Victorian-era brass instruments sat alongside primitive computers from the 1970s. This was the womb of the Sterling project, where the first theories of the "Resonance" had been tested. ​“Look at this,” Sofia said, pointing to a chalkboard at the back of the room. ​It was covered in sprawling, frantic handwriting. My breath caught as I recognized the script. It was the same hand that had written the price tags in the flower shop.

“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.

And violently swept his arm across the shelves, knocking everything onto the floor. “CRASH!” The glass broke, and the colorful liquids mixed together on the cold metal floor, creating a puddle that began to smoke and bubble. Matthew finished and walked over to his main experiment table. He slowly climbed up and sat on top of it, swinging his legs like a child. He looked around his laboratory one more time, seeing all his life's work. He saw the empty tanks and the bubbling tubes, the dark things he had created for Lihont. And he didn't want them to exist anymore. He looked up at the ceiling and a small, sad smile appeared on his face.

I’m half convinced I just got some sort of disease by touching them. The last room is Steven’s. It’s neat and orderly but very small. I’m confused until I turn the corner. There’s a giant wall of windows that leads into what looks like a lab. Random bubbling potions are set on the counters. There’s also a coat hung out next to the glass wall, labeled with “S. HAYES Ph.D.” I snort at it. Of course they’d have to make sure everyone knew who they were. I shift through a few of the drawers outside the lab and still, no dagger.

Chapter 61: Chemistry Reignited Elise's POV The scent of alcohol wipes and bitter oils filled the air—comforting in a way that made my chest ache. I unwrapped a bundle of old lab tools from a towel I'd used during undergrad, the faded blue embroidery still barely legible: Ford. My name. My mother's. The penthouse living room had transformed overnight. Adrian's once-pristine space now looked like a hybrid between a startup lab and a 90s apothecary. Test tubes, vintage remedy books, solvent bottles, and microscope slides cluttered every flat surface.

Steele muttered and stepped harder on the accelerator. An Underground Laboratory in the Woods. The three Bentleys drove through a tunnel and appeared in an underground laboratory. The doors of the last two Bentleys opened, and the remaining of Jerome's men got out of them and rushed to the first. They opened the door for Jerome, then helped out a tied-up Cheyenne. Jerome led the group into the laboratory. Inside the laboratory were rows of green tanks lining the dimly lit chamber. Inside each tank, human-like figures with hair covering their bodies floated in a thick, emerald-colored liquid. Their eyes were closed, and they seemed suspended in an eerie stasis.

Since I was now a member of the family, Tessa was back as my patient. “Hopefully she is in a good mood,” Cinder snorted. “Be nice,” I said playfully. “I’m going to pull those rose hips tinctures from the lab, they’ll be good for her cramps and nausea.” The lab was a mess. It was like someone had been in all night, into the morning, working on something desperately. Things were put away in a frenzy, and everything in the room felt like it was tilted. I smelled something foreign in what would normally be a sterile place, as if a spell was lingering in the air.

The Final Blood Offering The air inside the Fourth Laboratory felt heavy and stagnant, as if time itself had ceased to flow decades ago. The sharp scent of ozone rising from the ageing server equipment mixed with the rich aroma of expensive whisky in Lucas Valerius’s glass created a chilling contrast. Flickering neon lights cast long, distorted shadows across the concrete walls, which were covered in intricate scribblings of chemical formulas and detailed mappings of the human nervous system. Lucas Valerius rose slowly from his chair, straightening his wool suit, which remained impeccably tailored despite his long stay deep within this hidden underground bunker.

STELLA POV The laboratory was quiet except for the faint hum of the ventilation system and the soft ticking of the temperature monitors mounted along the wall. Bright white lights shone from long panels across the ceiling, bathing the entire room in a clean, clinical glow. Every surface reflected that light—the polished counters, the glass beakers arranged neatly on metal racks, the stainless steel equipment that lined the workstations. The air carried a faint sterile scent, a mixture of disinfectant and chemicals that had long since become familiar to me. It was the kind of smell most people would find sharp or unpleasant, but to me it meant progress.