Super Gene Wiki Novels & Stories

At the dawn of 3001 ad, geneticists discovered a gene codenamed "33". The name of the gene is named after Jesus Christ. The "33" gene modified the human species. Now people have acquired new properties to adapt to the new environment on the planet Earth. Properties were very diverse: from telepathy to an arbitrary increase in body temperature by a person. Therefore, the society decided to strengthen control over people with the help of a special law enforcement service "Guardians". However, mass riots did not decrease, but on the contrary-increased due to new human opportunities.

"Not before or after. Not until the night the hellhound bit me." He shrugs. "It could be they didn't think you would shift to a Shadow Warrior. All Shadow Warrior females carry the gene that produces K-5. Unfortunately it only activates in one out of a hundred. Your grandmother and mother may not have ever made the transition. In males it's opposite and only one in a hundred don't shift." "I still think my father should have told me where I came from." Half of King's steak remains and he pushes it across the counter. "Eat."

“It… I don’t know what it is.” He squeezed my hand, but it was so faint I almost didn’t feel it. “Tell me… About it…” I took a deep breath, glancing uncertainly at David, but he nodded, silently encouraging me to go on. I told him everything. As I spoke, his eyes fell shut, and I feared he had fallen asleep, or worse. But when I finished, he nodded, and said quietly, “Ah… The Guardian Mother Gene…” I furrowed my brow. David leaned forward with a sparkle in his eye I’d never seen before. “It’s a very rare gene,” he murmured. “And a highly treasured one, at that.”

he finally completed with a rare smile. Zane’s eyes narrowed subtly even as he accepted the embrace. "The new line—what do you call it again?" Zane glanced over at the lanky old man who asked the question with an appreciative glint in his eyes. "TheraGene. It’s a multi-purpose gene therapy enhancement line. Suppressants, boosters, even mood regulators." "Brilliant," one investor breathed. "We’re going all in. West Group will be the face of bio-advancement this decade."

Emily POV Twenty-three hours until my press conference. I video called Dr. Yuri in international custody with Nathan, Blake, Marcus, and Sarah Zhang present. "Dr. Yuri, what did you discover about my genetics?" He looked haunted. "Mrs. Zhou, your genetics aren't just enhanced. They're self replicating. Your modified genes can transfer to others through biological contact, blood transfusions, organ donations, even extended close proximity. Anyone who receives your genetic material gets a Genesis upgrade. You're a genetic transmission vector."

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

It looked old and valuable, and I knew that it had to be important. I walked over to the book and opened it up, my heart racing as I read the title: "Genetics and the Possibility of Superhumans." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The book discussed the potential for people with wolf-like abilities to exist, and the scientific methods that could be used to create them.

William asked as we walked. "Yes," I answered. "How are they all doing so well? Weren't they all super sick?" he questioned, clearly curious. "How did you heal them?" "I created a gene fusion agent and used my genes to complete their process. Apparently, as the first-born mutated wolf, my genes hold special properties." I explained, trying to dumb it down a little for him.

“Doesn’t it? My name, my father, my company — all of it built on a foundation that never existed. She didn’t just create me. She designed me.” Maya frowned. “What do you mean?” He pointed at the documents. “Look closer. These aren’t just genetic records. They’re experiments. Notes about enhancements, controlled gene expression… She was trying to create something specific.” Maya’s heart skipped. “You mean… she engineered you?” Adrian nodded slowly. “Marlowe was a pioneer in gene therapy. He believed in ‘selective optimization’ — choosing traits for intelligence, memory, even temperament. My mother must have used his research to—”