Super God Gene Novels & Stories

ALIGNMENT: LAWFUL GOOD. Silence. Then, the gallery erupts into laughter. "Holy shit, a total of 100% capacity?" one student gasps. "Yeah, but look at the data. It's impure," another scoffs loudly. "It's a split bloodline. Eighty percent Narcissus? He's definitely awakening as useless eye candy. The dominant gene always wins." "What about the Medicine God part?" "Twenty percent? That's barely better than nothing. Tsk. What a waste of potential."

“To do what we do best’’ Obiora replied this time, his eyes glowed red, fight!!! “Distinguish Ladies and gentlemen.’’ Mugabe’s voice croaked over the speaker, ‘’you are here to witness the success of evolution, see there before you are the origin of a new generation of man, do not be alarmed for what you see are not angels out of myths but the evolution of many species combined to form a perfect gene. Strength, speed, resistance to diseases of any kind, possibly longitivity and extra ordinary abilities, I give you the 5th generation children.’’ The group of distinguished ladies and gentlemen clapped listlessly as they looked down. At their wings, at Obiora’s height they stared with interest

What's more, he seemed to be at a slight advantage. This… What kind of power was this? Aya narrowed her eyes as well. She believed that she had really underestimated Harvey. He seemed to be able to surprise her all the time. A normal person would never be able to get power like that. Just where did his limits lie? Shingen slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes, looking at Harvey. How was that possible? He had been injected with the God Gene. From a certain angle, he could become a god one day in the future. Or according to those from Country H, he could become an immortal.

Aubrey explained, getting shocked glances from the beings much larger than he was. "In the mortal realm, we needed to study and become the best in order to get money and live without dying. Here you don't need to eat all the time, you can starve but you can't die from starvation. You can live anywhere and still be a god. Even though your high beings from mortals, there's still that one being higher than you and that's the only being who commands every single thing, while you're restricted to what you do. You can't control every single thing, even if it belongs to you. So you just need to find a way to prevent death if you can't control it. Giving up and being afraid won't solve anything. It

Dad growled. The doctor bowed his head, "it seems one of her grandparents was human, but the alpha genes are so strong that it won’t matter. If the girl were a boy, she could become an alpha with these types of genes. Her genes could strengthen the bloodline of any male. Your son is very lucky to have her."

About six months into the apocalypse, both my mom and I had discovered some serious powers. Mine? I could hear my dad's thoughts—yes, only his. In an apocalyptic world where survival hinged on brute strength, this ability was as useful as a screen door on a submarine. The only upside was that I became his personal translator. But my mom? She struck gold. She developed super strength—and not just the run-of-the-mill kind. Her entire body mutated. She went through a second growth spurt, and now she was almost seven feet tall—tall and built like a tank.

The Anunnaki discovered that gold, in its white powder form, has positive healing effects on their decaying DNA. They even put it in their atmosphere. Ultimately though, they discovered its severe long-term side effects in creating further distortion in DNA and your consciousness. Note that today they have discovered this white powder and are convinced of its regenerative power. Neanderthal man had a genome made up of Anunnaki genes and ape genes, as well as a few other minor species. The ET Guardians had a benevolent DNA rehab hybridization research program, and some of the fallen ETs who had defected to their side were calling for this bioregenesis program. The Guardians decided to use the

“What’s this about? You seemed like you had a kind of realization back at the room.” “I think I did. I think I may have a theory.” I told Kathy, taking a seat on top of her table while she stood in front of me. “Kaleb told me that these people are abducting demons and other species to experiment on them and to make themselves stronger. Genetic manipulation would be my first theory.” “So they’re making some kind of super-human hybrid with supernatural DNA harvesting?” Kathy raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “So they must have learned to extract the specific proteins from our DNA and artificially synthesize it to for an-”

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

The only reason I met my fated mate was because of a simple misunderstanding. Since the gods started claiming mates just twenty-five years ago with my Mother’s new gift, babies had been born left and right. Taking part in either their mother's or father’s original form at birth, so there would be no natural-born mix of whatever species the parents were. My father, being a god, it was only natural for my mother’s werewolf genes to morph and make her immortal, thus giving her the power of bonding to help Selena, the Moon Goddess, making mother a goddess herself.