Super Gene Boxnovel Novels & Stories

So he could spare me? “It’s deeper than that,” Oberon says as if I asked the question aloud. “It wasn’t just about making you stronger. It was about sparing his own heart. A parent’s biggest fear is losing their child. I am no different. Neither are humans. That is our one universal desire.” “But he already knew… when he made the super soldiers. He combined human DNA with ours-” “No. He used more than one creature’s blood to make his super soldiers. There are wolves, nymphs, fae… all mixed up with the human human. The soldiers are a new species - neither human nor supernatural.”

I muttered, "It's just… I don't know anything about the vampire-werewolf conflict. Maybe I shouldn't get involved in this and just look for other opportunities to receive acknowledgment in the future…" I hated to admit it, but I was giving up without a fight. Perhaps some part of me was scared of finding those "alpha genes" Mr. Parson mentioned within me. I knew he meant me having my father's blood running in my veins, and I didn't think I could ever embrace the fact that I inherited anything from that sick bastard. Of course, I knew how genetics worked. I was aware that my super genes were created from his DNA combined with my mother's DNA, but when I heard the name "alpha genes", chills ra

he answered, leaning forward to stare at me curiously. “So there’s this Alien-Scientist who was the assistant to the chief in charge of the laboratory, they had a project called—SUPER-SOLDIER Project- Using that Alien tissue you brought from the Proxima Centauri B, extracting their genome and editing them to create a powerful formula that will turn an ordinary human into superhero, with abilities to teleport and disappear as well as to self-repair. Unfortunately, after many trial-and-errors, it became obvious that the formula was only compatible with the person, whose specific, rare blood. The blood that is immune to HIV” Judging by his face, I could see that he knew what was next, since he

The rain had already started falling and Julian was seated before her husband the bed. He have her rested her back on the bedstead, as he let out a long sigh before he began at last. " There are times I have decided to tell you all about this and I am glad today is the day. A day that I found the cure at last. " I was six, At that time when my parents noticed I am different. My genes... I got more than two genes. One that grant me intense knowledge and the other that makes me immune to all diseases.

I tapped my fingers impatiently on the table. “ Susan was written on the other side of the box,” he whispered. I felt like I was frozen in my spot hearing his words. “ Impossible,” I breathed out. It can't be true. No, it is impossible. Everyone in the supernatural world knows that they were killed and a large number of people witnessed their death as well. “ She is a human, Gideon,” my Lycan zender said. “ But the box,” I replied. “ Where is the box now?” I asked. If anyone with a bad intention finds out they will miss use whatever was lying inside of that box.

0-0-0-1. Green light. The safe clicked open. I pulled the heavy door back. Inside there was no money. There was only a single thick leather binder. I pulled it out. I opened it on the desk. My blood ran cold. The title page read: PROJECT GENESIS: The Resurrection of the Primal Bloodline. I flipped the pages. There were photos. horrific photos. Men strapped to tables. Women hooked up to machines. They were trying to create a super-wolf. An Alpha who could shift without pain. An Alpha who had no human weakness.

The handwriting was slanted, almost frantic, as though the author had scribbled it down while fleeing from something,or someone. “The second life gene… not a curse, but a gift misplaced. In the wrong vessel, it brings chaos. In the right one… it may redeem us.” I swallowed, heart pounding. The weight of that knowledge settled around me in the hush of the library. Tyler had it. Christian, by adoption, didn’t. But Tyler did. And so did I, because my children would carry it too. If they turned out to be Tyler's

I think it noticed that the hands were not the owner's and so it kicked and down went the jug from grandpa's hands. I stared at it as it neared the ground, I was so scared. I didn't want to make grandpa angry. I don't know what I did but the jug just hit the ground in an upright posture and nothing spilled out. Not even a drop of the milk. I was relieved. Not wanting to cause more chaos, I just headed in to the house to watch the tv. I missed the cartoons. Hotel Transylvania was my favorite. I found Wendy watching the soap operas and you know the rest. ***********************

There’s no way this is really happening right he can’t possibly tell me that not only is it possible for people to have mental abilities like telekinesis, and telepathy. But that I could be a direct descendant of a slave race of demi gods. Also, now I was mated and cosmically connected to one of the alien gods who was born from the race that created my ancestors and the entire human race. This was way too much to take in while recapping a night after situation, talk about information over load

"Gidoen, you're now the High Marshal of Dasovia, second only to the king, standing above millions. Congratulations! Here, cheers to you!" "Mr. Moore, you're too kind." Gideon raised his glass and downed it in one go, clean and straightforward. "A straight shooter, I see," Ewan praised him. After a few rounds, Gideon took the initiative. "You said earlier you were planning to look for me. What's this about?" "It's about genetic engineering." "Oh?" "Let me ask you first. After taking the GeneX Pill, did your body undergo any changes?" Gideon didn't hide anything. "Yes. My eyes mutated. They seem to have gained some kind of special ability. I can see through illusions, and I can read the trajec