A Novel Of The Others Novels & Stories

“And besides, I’m here.” Janine looked at Johann at the screen and gave a small smile. He always tells her the right words. She sighed and smiled at him wider. “I know. I know.” She muttered. “I shouldn’t be talking about some other guys in front of you.” She teased. Johann smiled and shook his head. “No.” He replied. “You better be talking about other guys in front of me because that would make me know about the ‘other’ guys in your life.” He beamed. “I’d rather hear about them from you than from some other else.”

"I think it's 'NEKON'S.' map." "Nekon?" Luna leans to take a peak too. The more weird the tittle us, the better. That she had learned after years of been a devoted reader. "It's a supernatural novel of two worlds I planned out some months ago." "Supernatural novel." Her ears perked up at the information. It just had to be her favourite gerne. "Is it out yet?" "Huh–yes." "Can I get a link, or maybe a website I can get a hard copy." Her eyes brighten up like an adorable puppy. Infecting Salvador with a grin.

All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one. An overwhelming amount of refugees flooded the other cities, telling tall tales of heroes rising and taking on four to six creatures at a time. they fought them off while the rest escaped. Delusions, false hope, call it whatever you want we all knew nothing was coming to save us. We sharpened our swords and barricade our homes. The creatures would find us, just like they found all the other cities.

Soon they would send me away and never see me again. I would always be surrounded by people but would walk the world alone. I found a faraway village where it was seen as normal that I had conversations with myself. It was normal for me to have a monster inside. For the ones that didn't understand I would be labeled a monster. Years later I would believe I was a monster. Amongst my kind I made a home. We formed a clan on our differences and welcomed all that were born from an egg. We all learned that we weren't human. Those that were born from bodies called us supernatural.

This is the story of Orleana, a town shrouded in mystery and teeming with untold wonders. Orleana was not your average town; it was a haven for those who sought refuge from the prying eyes of the human world. Here, they could live their lives freely, unencumbered by the prejudice and fear that plagued their kind elsewhere. The town's inhabitants were a diverse mix of supernatural beings, each with their own unique abilities and characteristics. Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood.

Watching the four of them together—a happy, united family—I felt an indescribable ache in my chest. In that moment, I realized how out of place my soul truly was. It was as if I wasn't one of them at all, like I was just a stray dog that wandered into their home. I wanted to leave. But my spirit was bound tightly to Mom's side. I couldn't speak. I could only watch and endure their contempt in silence.

I feel numb, detached, like I’m watching a terrible movie about someone else’s life. The elevator ride to our floor is silent except for the mechanical hum. The air is thick with grief and accusation. I stare at my own reflection in the polished brass doors, seeing a ghost. Just as we step into the plush, silent hallway, a sharp buzz cuts through the quiet. Zayne’s phone, now cradled in Gayle’s hand, glows to life. She looks down at the screen and her whole body jolts as if she’s been electrocuted. Her face pales, her eyes widening in pure shock. I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know.

Spirits usually roam this mountain since it's far from the humans. "We are in the mountains where some of my friends live," I told him. "How can you have friends? I mean, we're not humans." Marius asks. "Don't worry, Marius. My friends are not humans. They are nunos, they're like small people but they are magical." I informed him. "Mom, as you can see, I'm no longer a child." He reminded me. After our ordeal from the other side, he's no longer a baby. He looks like a full-grown man now and I can't believe it. Maybe the time from the other side is faster than in the mortal realm. But I can recognize him easily since he looks like Gregory and me.

His face grows impassive which it usually does when he is beyond infuriated, “We are trying to protect you.” “I never said you weren’t,” my voice is cold. “But I won’t be controlled. If an Other approaches me, I would know. We can sense our kind. That person wasn’t Other. He was just a normal human.” A human who knew my name for some worrying reason. “This town is on the border of the forest,” Balin says, tightly. “And this is no small town by any means. There will be Others roaming about.” “Towns have treaties with Others,” I contradict him. “Nobody can attack me in broad daylight. And I’m not going to be stuck with you in a room.”

I murmur, needing some kind of sound in the deafening silence I flip through the pages aimlessly, noticing that the books are arranged based on category rather than alphabetical order, until my eyes snag on a list of names. ‘Journeys to the mirror world— A Memoir of Fernando D. Sigmond.’ What? My heart beats loud in my ears as I try to memorize the bookshelf number where the book is supposed to be. A lycan traveled to another world? Or did a human come to this world? Am I not the first person who was helped by a Sigmond?