The Mutant นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

Grim was fighting Luca still and my entire guest list was in danger. “Do not look at the creatures. They have poison that will cause you to faint and hallucinate. You guys need to get everyone else and get them to safety while the mutants have them distracted. They have a weak spot just to the left of their belly button. It will bleed, but kill them within seconds. Try not to get their blood on you.” Reaching down and picking up two pieces of scrap metal, I held it out to them. “Get everyone to their cars and get them out of here.”

Alyssa had always hoped that he would eventually warm up to her, that he would love her the way he was supposed to. But Ezekiel had shattered her hopes countless times with his icy gaze. He truly wished for her death. Just as he had said five years ago: "Why does it have to be you, a mute omega?! My biggest regret is letting you stay in the pack. You should have been taken by those rogues, just like your parents!" She was devastated. How could he be so cruel? She wasn’t born a mute omega. When she was eight years old, rogues had attacked her parents’ pack. She had lost her voice and her wolf.

Alex subconsciously covered his heart and began to fantasize about the scene that Big Ken had said. As a result, he couldn't help shivering. His arms were full of goosebumps, and his voice was trembling. Big Ken noticed that Alex was scared and hurriedly consoled, "Young master, don't worry too much. A mutant is indeed terrifying, but the strength of a mutant is divided into different levels according to the degree of variation. Not all mutants have such terrifying strength. Moreover, there are natural enemies for a mutant." "Phew..." Alex took a deep breath and calmed down a little. "Brother Big Ken, do you mean the Special Operations Group?"

Warriors stronger than Alphas, unable to shift, driven only by bloodlust—the perfect army for someone seeking to overthrow pack leadership. “The medical research camp is struggling,” Alpha Kenneth continued. “They lack resources, staff, and equipment. Three researchers were injured last week when one mutant broke containment.” “What treatments have been attempted?” asked a healer from the northern packs. “Everything from silver infusions to moon rituals,” Kenneth replied hopelessly. “Nothing reverses the mutation. The potion seems to permanently alter their blood.” The Alpha Chairman rose from his ornate chair, commanding attention as he surveyed the gathered leaders. His gray beard nearly t

As if in response to her musing, the other mutant spun into the air with such speed that he disappeared before he stopped in mid-air and slowly lowered himself to the sidewalk. They’re playing with their food, she mused, How disgusting. Her reaction to the mutant behavior was more powerful than she’d intended. She quickly discovered that one of them also had the gift of telepathy when he released his captive unceremoniously and cocked his head, while sniffing the air. She perked her ears to hear their exchange of words and discovered that they were aware of another underworld being in their midst and this other being considered them disgusting. She cursed he

He stormed up to them with an imposing presence that petrified a Mustelid mutant, snatched back his food, before giving a roundhouse kick that split the Mustelid into two bloody pieces. Horror and terror wiped across the faces of the Mustelids when they discovered that the tiger and the lion mutants were not to be trifled with. One of them barked fiercely, "Do you want to die so badly?! Do you know who we are!?" "As if I'd even give a tinker's cuss to whoever you are! Take my food and I'll kill you! Simple as that!" bellowed the tiger mutant. He bounded forward like a cat, scaring the wits out of the Mustelids as he took another swipe at one of them before gripping both of the poor weasel mu

’ When we look up towards the sky and see swollen clouds of different shapes, we sometimes see resemblance between the cloud and a rabbit, or a puppy or the shape of a heart. It is a type of make-believe game, almost like life, where we keep seeing things the way we want them to be. Annette had given Anubhav everything she could possibly give – her time, company, body and heart. She had seen a prince in him, but he was just a black shapeless cloud – nothing but a monster. Anubhav could hear her scream as he went down the stairs.

I muttered. "Everyone is different. You need to remember that she is a rogue, she hasn't been a pack for ten years now and is used to living by her own rules. She probably never even thought about finding her mate," Jayson sighed. He sat down on the sofa beside me, though I am sure he would rather be with Mollie than acting as my counsellor.