Chief Geneticist Elite Chantal – The Defector Among Gods
Bred for perfection, cursed with emotion—Chief Geneticist Elite Chantal was never meant to feel. But when the Elite Superiors turn their lethal science against the Helion and Ardinions, she faces an impossible choice: betray her kind or let entire species perish. Dive into her high-stakes fight for survival, rebellion, and forbidden hope. #SciFi #Romance
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D Storm Novels
2/2/20254 min read
Chief Geneticist Elite Chantal – The Defector Among Gods
Imagine a mind so brilliant, so precise, that the fate of entire civilizations rests within its grasp. A woman who holds the genetic keys to life itself, sculpting the very essence of humanity’s future—yet is shackled by the rigid, emotionless doctrine of her kind.
This is Chief Geneticist Elite Chantal—a scientist, a survivor, and a woman at war with the destiny that was written for her. In a world where emotions are a crime and mercy is a defect, she has spent nearly a millennium mastering the art of deception, hiding the fatal flaw that could cost her everything.
Her flaw?
She feels.
The Gods of Science and the Cost of Perfection
The Elite were never meant to be human. They were engineered to be above humanity—to dictate its evolution with cold, mathematical precision. For them, there is no love. No laughter. No loyalty beyond the agenda of genetic superiority. They create. They modify. They erase.
And when a species is deemed unworthy, the Elite do what they have always done. They cleanse.
Democide is not a tragedy to them—it is an adjustment, a recalibration of the human condition. To be Elite is to be judge, jury, and executioner of an entire species' right to exist.
But Chantal?
She sees the flaw in the design.
She has watched—helpless, silent—as entire populations were erased under the guise of "biological refinement." She has stood among her kind, expressionless, while the death cribs consumed infants deemed unfit to join the future of mankind.
And she has done what no Elite should ever do.
She has grieved.
The Moment That Changed Everything
There was a girl once. Natalya. Dark-haired, violet-eyed, and full of life. A child created by the Elite but sentenced to die because her genetics were an anomaly.
Chantal still remembers the way Natalya laughed, the unrestrained joy in it—so unlike the careful, calculated perfection of Elite design. She remembers the moment that joy was ripped away, when the mothers placed her into the clear coffin.
She remembers watching, powerless, as her only friend fell silent.
And in that moment, Chantal learned something that no Elite was ever meant to understand:
Love exists. And it is worth saving.
A War Waged in Shadows
Centuries have passed since that moment, and Chantal has played the part of the perfect scientist. She has outlived the expectations of her kind, rising in rank, sharpening her mind, hiding the dangerous truth inside her.
She has learned how to fight—not with weapons, but with knowledge.
When the Elite Superiors set their sights on their next targets, she knew the pattern before it was ever spoken. The Helion and Ardinions—two of the most successful genetic modifications in human history—were no longer convenient.
They were strong. They were adaptable. They were thriving in ways the Elite could not control.
And so, as always, they became the enemy.
The first attack was not by warship. It was by virus.
Strand 96.781. The bane. A bioweapon designed to liquefy the strongest of the strong—the Helion femmes, those born with bodies resistant to every known disease, built to endure the harshest of planetary conditions. The bane was not just a weapon. It was a mass extinction event waiting to unfold.
And Chantal knew that if she did nothing, the Helion and Ardinions would cease to exist.
The Line She Can Never Cross Again
She has saved species before. She has worked in the shadows, altering genetic sequences just enough to spare lives without raising suspicion. But this time, the odds are impossibly high.
The bane is already in motion. The countdown has begun. And the Elite Superiors are watching closely.
To act too boldly is to expose herself. To be exposed is to be eliminated.
And yet…
She has one ally.
Lt. Col. Teddy Williams, an Aknotian in the King’s court—a man burdened with his own secrets, his own dangerous purpose. In him, Chantal has found the closest thing to trust that she has ever known. He knows her defect. He helps her contain it. And perhaps most critically…
He does not fear what she is.
For the first time in over a quincentenary, Chantal feels something she does not fully understand. Something even more dangerous than her defect.
Hope.
The Last Stand of a Dying God
Chantal is not naïve. She knows what happens to Elite who fail to comply. She knows that if she is caught, if her flaw is proven, her life will be neatly erased from the genetic archives, just like the billions before her.
But for the first time, she does not care.
Because she has seen something greater than the mission. Greater than genetic purity.
She has seen people fight for each other. She has seen the way Helion endure, the way Ardinions love without shame. She has seen what it means to be human.
And she is willing to betray everything she was built to be if it means saving them.
The Elite may have made her, but they do not own her.
Not anymore.
What Happens Next?
Chantal’s fight is far from over. The clock is ticking. The bane is spreading. And the war she was never meant to fight is creeping ever closer.
Will she outmaneuver the Superiors before it's too late?
Will she find a way to rewrite fate itself?
Or will the gods she once served turn their judgment upon her?
Only one thing is certain—
She will not stand by and watch another Natalya die.