The Mutant Novels & Stories

His eyes were bloodshot eyes, and he looked as if he had lost his rationale. He charged right toward Harvey, and the simple move was enough to shake the entire earth. This was a Giant—a type of Mutant from America. Harvey watched him curiously; changing one’s muscles through genetic science resembled divine power. Genetic science was a little stronger than what Harvey initially thought. Even so, he had no intention of taking action; all he did was show a little interest. Romina’s expression changed, and she waved her hand; she and a dozen sacrificial soldiers behind her raised their firearms at the same time before pulling the trigger.

“Can we change the subject please? I assume you really were too busy to come pick me up. Because if you sent Eris merely for the purpose of fucking with me, there will be payback. “Tell me about the disappearances. How many more are missing and do we have confirmation these mutant rogues were involved in every case?” “Mutant? Is that what we’re calling them now?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “What would you call it?” I challenge. “I’ve never seen anything like them. If I didn’t know better, I’d think they had lycan blood. When I was attacked, I almost didn’t win, Garrett. “They’re stronger and faster than a normal wolf. And there must be a lot of them if these attacks are happening all over t

I escaped from the madness that reigned in the Sanctuary… "Did you run from madness to the Refuge because madness is in you?" the same mutant said. "What do you mean?" "We believe that madness is reflected in the eyes of a madman when he sees madness in reality… "You mean there's no such thing as madness?" "I mean, we see what we believe!" the mutant concluded. – So, child of the tribe "Born in darkness"! Welcome to the Range!

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened as he recalled the past. "When Maridona turned 15, Victor completed his greatest invention, the Nobles Blood. That blood causes a mutation at the cellular level, altering a person's DNA or genes. Being a mad scientist, he continued his human experimentation. He started kidnapping homeless people. Those who mutated without psychic ability, he sold on the black market. He deems them useless because they don't have special powers. But his weak mutants still sell at every auction."

Anton commands, his command roaring aloud and through the pack link. I pull Chloe with me, helping drive the crowd toward the pack house. “Mutants!” Screams tear through the air as my feet break into a sprint. I have to get Chloe to safety. I have to protect her unborn child. This isn’t a fight. No wolf—Alpha, Luna, or warrior—has ever survived a direct clash with a mutated wolf. They are a plague, wiping out everything they bite. Chloe and I are trapped in the stampeding crowd, the steel doors of the pack house already starting to descend. I am all but dragging Chloe at this point, Anton right on our heels as the mutants pick up speed on our flank.

Before I get inside the car, I gave the paparazzi and the crowd a small smile and wave. I entered the car and leaned back against the seat of the car, closing my eyes. As I close my eyes, my mind immediately drifts back to Hecate, Her beautiful grey eyes, her cuddles, her warmth, her love... I don't wanna leave her, but Agnes' words are stuck in my head. Playing over and over again in my mind. 'You're just a replacement.' 'You're the delusional bitch' 'Hecate never loved you'

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

She brought a phone along. "So guys, we head south tomorrow, it's going to be a long journey and trust me it's very dangerous. The place is really filled with mutants, stronger and faster ones. These ones possesses super speed and strength. They don't die easily so you have to head for their head..the head is their weak point and once they got hit on their head then they become weak. So just aim at their head..get a headshot if possible and also, they posseses healing ability as they heal faster when injured" Mark said after some minutes of tapping on his tablet.

Then he dismissed me like I wasn’t worth his time. A breath of relief escaped me. Thankfully, he didn’t recognize me because he only saw me in my wolf form. Then, as if we weren’t present, they started their conversation. “Just like our Alpha said, we would like to make a temporary alliance with you.” Clayton nodded, draining a cup of wine. The food on his plate had almost disappeared while every other person still had a full plate in front of them. “We already know that, but what I don’t know is what you have to gain from it. Unlike before, my image isn’t perfect. With the rumors flying around about me being a murderer, which I wasn’t.” He let out an awkward chuckle. Then make a hand signal

FATE. The development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power; an inevitable and often tragic end. Having survived the frightening split, Anna refused to abandon Dylan. She was determined to understand the origin of his trauma—the deep childhood wounds that amplified the betrayal. As Dylan slowly emerged from his depressive state, he revealed the core of his BPD, the result of parental emotional abandonment and manipulation, leading Anna to realize that the monster was merely a frightened boy shaped by a cruel, predetermined fate.