Novel & Cerita The Mutant

"You don't have to worry about anything, okay? Breakfast will be ready soon." Did he just say I shouldn't worry because of breakfast? What about being tied to a chair in the dilapidated building? I glared at him, a silent plea in my eyes as I gestured for him to untie me. Being mute, I feared the communication barrier would only make my predicament worse. There was no way I could express myself better than to make head movements. However, the man smiled and nodded gently as though he understood what I was just gestured. "Listen to me, my name is Dragon and you must be wondering what you are doing here," He said, his voice dripping with a twisted sense of charm.

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

As soon as everyone is prepared to kill them the one on the left shouts, "Wait! I will talk. Don't kill me, please. I will talk. I swear!" The one on the right spits at him and calls him a coward. Jon stabs him in the eye. Then the throat, heart, and skull. The one on the left begins to cry from fear of being next. He is obviously a weak link. Jon tells everyone, but Lance and I, to exit the diner. The silverhair mutant reveals all he knows about his pack and their plans. "See, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Jon says before killing the bastard.

As the door to my prison swung open, I held my breath, my fingers gripping the phone as if it were a lifeline. A wave of relief washed over me as members of Angela's pack stormed into the room, their presence marking the end of my captivity. The exchange between the rescuers and my captors was a blur, a chaotic symphony of shouts and commands. In the midst of it all, Angela's voice remained a steady guide, helping me stay focused on the task at hand. As the rescue unfolded, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude toward Angela and her pack. They had put themselves at risk to save me, a stranger from a different pack. Their actions spoke volumes about the strength of the bond that unite

My grip tightens and I swear I growl at him. “Link, how about you shut up or I’ll kick your ass and I won’t be as nice as she is,” Matt says, glaring at him. His gaze is ice cold. I stare at Matt, fascinated. His whole body took on a dangerous and feral air. His stance is rigid, but he seems poised, ready for anything. It’s his eyes that stand out the most, they’re a light brown, almost yellow color, that gleam with something I can name but it’s terrifying.

Lucas said to Biggy. Biggy threw a punch upon receiving Lucas’ order. Boom! A thundering sound was heard, and the Rank 1 Evolved Ones instantly died unsightly deaths. As Lucas had ordered, only one Rank 1 Evolved One was spared. Lyla was stupefied. She had heard of mutant zombies and their realms before. Levels 1 to 10 were ordinary zombies. From level Level 10 onward, they were mutant zombies. Mutant zombies were called Rank 1, Rank 2, and so on.

the man said terrified, falling down to his knees with his hands clasps. "That was the made from the only flock of griffins left in the entire world. Trix furrowed her brow. He spoke words, yet all she heard was genocide coming out. "And you call me filth," she retorted, sending a deadly silence throughout the entire party.

He asked suddenly "I can't shift," she said and looked up at him to see his reaction, but he didn't budge , she continued, I'm omega , from the weakest pack, both my parents were omega and poor , they were farmers but we are happy family, sudden rogue attack made me an orphan. Their death change me, ever since then, I promised myself never to do anything with mate. "But it's not possible," Jacob said softly " am sorry for your lost, but you can't reject me Annie, Goddess of the moon paired us,I've been searching for you for years, just to be with you and protect you...

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

“You should’ve died minutes ago, Selene. But look at you still breathing. Still surviving. Fascinating.” A wave of burning heat washed over me. It wasn't fever—it was mutation. I could feel it. The poison was doing something to my wolf. She wasn't fading—she was changing. Her growl returned, weak but defiant, not of a dying creature but of one... transforming. My limbs twitched again, sharper this time, and the pain doubled. My body convulsed on the floor, but this time it wasn't from weakness. Something ancient stirred inside me—something wild, dangerous, unwritten.