The Mutant Novels & Stories

Morgan's lips curl up with a tiny smirk, “don't think I haven't noticed it” Rebecca blinked again, “noticed what?” Morgan frowned at her but went on to explain," I have seen the way Hunter looks at Melody. I didn't notice at first because I thought she was maybe a family friend or something. I first began to notice that Hunter might like her way more than just a family friend when I saw the both of them in the kitchen. The way he looks at her, the way he tries to get into her space while also trying hard not to, the way he wants to touch her but ends up cleaning his fists at the end. She is exactly his type of woman. Blonde with green eyes, exactly like Eleanor. He looks at her exactly the w

The Starlight pack was filled with different and weird personalities. Diya was known as the mute girl who killed her mother. That's what her father had told them and they believed a 41 year old man over a 15 year old mute. Well, Diya wanted to talk and prove herself but she realized it would be useless. Whether Diya wanted to admit it or not, it was clear abuse made her a select mute. According to her, People are ignorant. They believe what they want to believe, what they wish to believe, what they choose to believe.

“Okay, so let’s just say he wanted me to come here in order to keep me safe. That doesn’t explain where he went.” He grimaces. “Maybe he had to disappear. Maybe it was the only way to protect the both of you.” It feels like there’s an anchor on my heart. It just keeps dropping lower and lower. “Was he…” I struggle to put words together. “If I’m… a nonhuman… does that mean that he was, too? That he is?” “Yes. It’s genetic. Unless…” “Unless what?” He shakes his head. "Nothing." There's something else he wants to say, though. I see it tucked away, on the tip of his tongue.

“because of them, I lost the love of my life.” “What do you mean by that?” “What I mean is, Austin killed my mate.” he says, staring into my eyes. “Two years ago, I met the most amazing woman, but she was part of that Aberrant pack. she was different. Do you know how it feels? To lose a person that you love.” he asks. I nod. Waiting for him to continue. “We always sneaked away into the woods. Different packs couldn't be together. It is against our rules. Her name was Aurora.” while saying that, he sits down in front of me.

With a quick motion, I hurled the metals into the swimming pool of the abandoned warehouse that served as my refuge. I am Scarlett, the last mutant and werewolf following the rogue-led third-world invasion. I've been in hiding for years, and I despise interruptions... My thoughts drifted as the metals, previously floating in the air, suddenly plummeted to the ground. I couldn't dodge the heavy iron pieces crashing down on me, nor could I shift into my wolf form for safety. "What on earth is happening?" I shouted, shielding my head with my arms. My eyes widened in horror, realizing that each falling piece could seriously harm an ordinary human.

A mutant, for instance, claimed to be the ‘Bull Demon King’ on the internet due to the horn on his head. Many recognized the mutant and knew that he was Wilbert Gunnhildr, who activated his bloodline in Alex’s home. A forty-year-old, and the manager of some winery, everyone just called him by his first name. He was small and introverted back then—a good man who adored his wife. Now… he felt better than ever. He grew to two meters in height and bulked up considerably as well. The horn on his head was especially eye-catching, too, being black and shiny.

Jeremy questioned. "It simply means that you're not a normal human anymore. From the tests and X-ray I've conducted, I've found that all your genes have been mutated and this has caused your body morphology to change. Your DNA has been warped by some kind of mutagen. Instead of the usual wrapped nucleotide in the form of a twisted ladder, yours have taken the shape of a prism. Your whole respiratory system has changed, even your skeletal system too. In fact, it's too overwhelming to explain. It's like you've developed super genes." Dr Ashton explained, sounding fascinated. "And how is that good?" Brooke had to ask. "It's good because it proves I was right, this is the discovery of a lifetime

“Help me understand.” “You won’t understand. Release her let her come to me. Let me release you to the well!” There was no reaching her she would not be giving up her artifact, and Guardian Curral’s artifact was inside the well. Legarde would have to come back. He was in no hurry. No one else would be-able to do it. But then there was reason to hurry. Guardian Curral is under no one’s control, had no mage to speak through and would soon become vile. He couldn’t fight in his condition and reasoning would not help. What did she mean? Where they beyond saving?

He leaped across the ten-foot trench, his heavy obsidian boots cracking the pavement as he landed among the disoriented Vanguard troops. A radicalized mutant whose hands were covered in highly corrosive acid lunged at Jabari, aiming to melt the teenager's face. Jabari ducked under the wild swing, but he remembered Baraka’s code. Disable, don't destroy. Instead of driving an obsidian fist through the man's chest, Jabari grabbed the mutant by the tactical vest, spun him around, and slammed him face-first into the side of a Humvee. The impact knocked the man out cold instantly.

Marcus stared at me, his face white. "You're not human," he whispered. "You're a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf in existence." The council elders were shaking. The students were frozen. And Damon—my brother, my protector—looked at me with something I'd never seen in his eyes. Fear. "The Mute Omega hasn't been born in a thousand years," one elder said, his voice trembling. "Her voice can command Alphas. Her howl can tear packs apart. She's not just rare. She's dangerous."