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The Wolf’s Hunger
An unreleased short story from the book:
Beasts of Creation Tales of Human-Animal Hybrids Gone Wrong
The laboratory was cold, its fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the rows of monitors that blinked with data. But despite the clean, controlled environment, the heart of the project was anything but pure. The experimentation that took place behind these walls was unregulated and dangerous, kept hidden from the world by those who believed they were above the law, above morality. Dr. Samuel Larson, the head of the project, had seen only one thing: the future of mankind, a future of strength, speed, and survival. The creation of a human-wolf hybrid was his vision—something beyond the limitations of nature, something that could never be defeated.
The experiments were illegal, conducted in secret, but in Dr. Larson’s mind, the ends justified the means. His goal was clear: to combine the intelligence of a human with the raw ferocity of a wolf. He believed the results would usher in a new era, an era where humanity could never be undone by its own frailties.
But what Dr. Larson did not foresee was the uncontrollable hunger that his creation would develop—the deep, insatiable thirst for blood that would drive the creature to madness.
Subject 47, the hybrid born of human and wolf DNA, had been a failure from the start. At first, it seemed like a breakthrough—an intelligent, powerful being, its mind capable of understanding human speech and concepts. But the animal inside it, the wolf, was too strong, too primal. It was only a matter of time before that primal side would take over.
The hybrid’s appearance was unsettling: a hulking, muscular body covered in thick, matted fur, human eyes that gleamed with an intelligence too calculating to be entirely animal, but too wild to be wholly human. Its claws were sharp, its senses heightened to a degree that made the human mind tremble with fear. It was stronger than any man, faster than any animal. But the most terrifying thing about it was its hunger. A hunger that could not be satisfied.
It began with small incidents. The creature, caged in the depths of the lab, grew restless. It would bang against the steel bars, howl in frustration, and drool with an almost maddening hunger. Dr. Larson and his team dismissed it as typical animal behavior, a minor issue to be corrected with more tests, more training. But the hybrid’s rage only grew.
One night, the creature broke free. Its enhanced senses guided it through the maze of corridors, and its claws tore through metal like it was paper. The staff was caught off guard. By the time the alarms were raised, the creature had already found its first victim.
Dr. Larson’s assistant, Sarah, was the first to die. She had been working late in the observation room, reviewing data on the hybrid’s behavior, when she heard a strange noise. Turning, she saw nothing but darkness. Then, suddenly, the door slammed open, and the hybrid lunged. It was a blur of fur and muscle, its mouth wide with hunger, its claws digging into her throat before she could even scream. The creature tore through her like a wild animal, its eyes wild with hunger as it tore away at her flesh.
The panic set in quickly. The creature didn’t just kill—it tore through the building with violent intent, its bloodlust driving it forward. The team, once proud of their work, now found themselves fighting for survival. They scrambled to evacuate, locking doors, sealing windows, but it was too late. The hybrid was unstoppable.
Dr. Larson watched from the control room as his creation rampaged through the corridors, ripping apart the walls, searching for prey. The creature’s instincts had completely taken over—no longer a test subject, no longer a being of scientific interest. It was a beast, and it was on a hunt.
One by one, the staff was picked off. The hybrid didn’t differentiate between those who had created it and those who were merely collateral damage. It saw only prey, and every scream, every pleas for mercy, only fueled its hunger.
Dr. Larson was one of the last to flee the building. He had been a proud man, a man who believed in the purity of his work, but now, faced with the monster he had created, he felt only shame. As he ran through the hallways, his footsteps echoed in the emptiness, each step a reminder of his failure.
He heard the growls, the shrieks, the chaos—the unmistakable sound of his hybrid, now a force of nature, hunting. The creature’s feral instincts had overpowered the human traits, and it had become a nightmare.
Dr. Larson turned a corner and collided with the hybrid face to face. Its eyes locked with his, recognizing him immediately, not as its creator, but as prey.
The hybrid’s growl reverberated through the air as it stalked closer. Dr. Larson backed away, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew there was no escape. The creature’s speed was too much for him. He could hear the creature’s breathing, feel its hot breath on his skin. The human side of the hybrid understood fear—it understood the terror that it could instill, and it reveled in it.
Dr. Larson’s hands trembled as he reached for a weapon, but the hybrid was faster. In a flash, it was upon him. Its claws slashed through the air, raking across his chest, sending him crashing to the ground. The pain was unbearable, but what terrified him more was the look in the creature’s eyes—an expression of hunger, of pure, animal rage.
“No! Please—” Dr. Larson gasped, but his words were drowned by the hybrid’s growl.
The hybrid tore into him with merciless precision, biting and ripping. Dr. Larson’s screams were silenced as the creature’s hunger finally overtook him, and with one final savage blow, the lab’s creator was no more.
The hybrid’s killing spree didn’t end there. By the time the authorities arrived, the lab was nothing but ruins. Bodies were scattered everywhere, torn apart by a creature that had once been an experiment, now a killer—a beast with the intelligence of a human but the brutality of a wild animal.
The hybrid had no remorse, no regrets. It had become the apex predator, driven only by the insatiable hunger for flesh, and the blood of its creators stained its hands.
In the end, Dr. Larson’s dream of creating the perfect being had turned into his worst nightmare. The hybrid, a product of his own arrogance, had become the monster he could never control, and the building that had once housed a scientific breakthrough now stood as a symbol of his greatest failure.
The hybrid, having destroyed everything it once knew, disappeared into the night, its hunger still raging. It would roam the world, unseen, a force of nature driven by a primal instinct—a creature born from the twisted mind of man, now an unstoppable force of destruction. The world would never forget the horrors that came from the darkest side of creation.
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Beasts of Creation Tales of Human-Animal Hybrids Gone Wrong
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Prepare yourself for a chilling journey into the heart of scientific ambition and unnatural horrors in Beasts of Creation: Tales of Human-Animal Hybrids Gone Wrong. This collection of dark and disturbing short stories explores the terrifying consequences when humanity’s attempts to merge human and animal traits spiral out of control. Each story delves into the unimaginable nightmare that arises from hybrid experiments gone wrong, filled with blood-curdling twists, moral dilemmas, and relentless horror.
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