Super Gene Mga Nobela at Kwento

I pressed again. Everybody seemed to relax a little bit at my answer. ”Answer me and tell me why,” I demanded. Stephan's face twisted in anger, but Nathan stared him back down. Taking a deep breath, he explained, “The foreseer gene only comes from the same gender as the parent. Because your mother was a foreseer, that means the females in your family would also get the foreseer gene, a little less strength as the parent. However, because your sister and brother are twins, the male gene in the womb killed any chance of your younger sister of having the same gene as you and your mother share.”

She finally knew the reason why Autumn Powell went mad. Autumn was born with the gene, but her illness was triggered after getting stirred up. Her children, Eugene and Sienna, also have that said gene… With that said, it was also possible for Eugene to get sick, just like her! A sneer flashed across Germaine’s eyes as she had finally found Eugene’s Achilles heel! If Eugene went crazy as well, he could not possibly become the next patriarch of the Newton family. As night fell, a black Maybach was parked downstairs the apartment. Eugene, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, looked at Sharon who was in a daze next to him.

The thing that made it so we couldn’t be together forever. “Do you know what happens to kids with superhuman genes who get cancer?” I said softly. “No. I don’t.” He whispered. “I’m a quarter human. My grandfather on my mother’s side... concubae will mate with humans because they still give us a high chance of having concubus babies. They’re magically null. Normally, the human heritage will be completely obscured and not have any effects on the demon blood. I was actually born human and, when I was almost eleven, I was diagnosed with cancer.

she asked eagerly. "No, he isn't. And that is never possible." Grandpa Winks shut the doors to her speculative mind with his reply. He went on to say, "The Supreme Being, or the one referred to by all who have any knowledge of this character, as the Supreme, isn't really fixed to a race. Once every million years, a child is born with talent and latent power that put him/her at the top of the universal food chain. We don't know how this happens, but every time the universe was in dire need of saving, a Supreme was born. They are seen as the universe's own means of fighting back. The birth of a Supreme is both good and bad. For eternals, our talent depends on the Supremes. When a Supreme is bo

The chance to be mates without the shadow of danger hanging over us. "There's something else," I say, pulling up another window. "I've been looking into the facility itself. Trying to find information about Project Genesis." Amaya goes very still. "And?" "Not much. Whatever they were doing, they buried it deep. But I found references. Scientific papers, patent applications, all filed under different names but with similar methodologies. Enhancement protocols. Genetic modification. Accelerated healing trials." "They were trying to create super soldiers," she says quietly. "That's what one of the doctors told me once. Said we were going to be the future of warfare. Wolves who could heal from a

It was brutal, and countless lives were lost. It had taken generations for our kind to recover. “Does this have anything to do with my bloodline?” Zach asked, finally piecing it together. Nika and I exchanged a glance. “Yes,” she said. “You carry a rare gene passed down through generations. It only activates in one out of every ten generations of your family. That gene connects you to a catalyst wolf.” She paused. “You could call it, the bad gene of destruction.” Zach let out a short, humorless laugh. “So my cursed gene caused all this,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I’m the reason.”

"The one planning to mass-produce supernatural abilities." "Planning? My dear, we're already in clinical trials." He smiled, and it was the smile of someone who believed himself untouchable. "The first batch of enhanced soldiers is performing beautifully. Werewolf healing factor, vampire strength, witch magical resistance. All the advantages, none of the weaknesses." "You can't create supernatural abilities in humans. We're born with them." "Wrong. We can replicate them. All it takes is the right genetic material, proper processing, and subjects willing to transform." He stood, walking to a window overlooking Seattle. "In five years, supernatural beings will be obsolete. Humanity will have e

Félix asked, his hand moving toward his daggers. "I am here to offer you the Cure," Arthur said, gesturing to a silver case held by his aide. Inside the case sat a dozen vials of a liquid that looked like liquid lead. "It is a Gene-Suppressor. A chemical frequency that will permanently collapse the kinetic and wild-strands in your DNA. It will return you to the Flesh. It will make you... ordinary." The plaza went silent. The shifters of the vanguard—Magnus, Runa, and Damon—looked at the vials with a mixture of horror and a strange, hidden longing.

“Get your super soldiers.” Douglas fixed them to some degree. They’re still not as intelligent as they used to be, but they are stronger. He also helped to develop the compounds to dismantle the super soldiers - quite literally. What we at first thought was a cure, is a lethal injection for the mutations. My father-in-law tried to explain all the ins and outs of the chemistry behind his concoction, but I couldn’t follow him. Most people couldn’t, not even the chemists who work for him. The man is a genius, and it shows.