A Novel Of The Others Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“What the hell do you want. Frank?” “I’ve been leaving messages" “And I already paid the rent, so fuck off.” I tuck the key into my bag. He inches closer to me, and it’s difficult from stopping myself from grabbing his neck and giving him a massive electric shock. The problem is, however, that as disgusting and perverted as he is, Frank is a human. The rules for the Others are clear. We cannot reveal ourselves to humans. There are always a few humans who are an exception, Lacy being one of them, since we were both children when we met. Mr. Hamrington is aware of her, and Lacy is equally aware that someone is keeping an eye on her.

It had finally vanished with Sister Dinda's selfishness in throwing me away as a sacrifice to his greed. "Come quickly! I'm so slow like a snail," joked Arka as she left me, did she not see that because of her actions, I was having trouble walking. Grumbling to myself, I followed him. I didn't know that the man had stopped, because he was watching his own footsteps, causing me to bump into his back. While focusing on rubbing my forehead, which felt a little sore. I didn't know that I was being watched intently. When I looked up, the deadly gaze immediately attacked. Immediately looking down at that terrifying bead, made my gut shrink even more.

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.

Oswan asked. “In what are you interested?” Ortaul said. “I'm interest in anything new in the world, so nothing in particular.” “Listen then, my boy. Creates have appeared from out of nowhere.” “Creatures, you say, what kind?” “The worst, I say! Their teeth are sharp as swords; their eyes are red as blood.” “We saw them.” “Where did you?” “Not much down the road, near the miller.” “Great, finally, we can kill them.”

I didn't have a chance to see her face because I lost my consciousness. --- THE END. SEE YOU IN BOOK 2 :')

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.

"Thank you." "Tell us the story!" Ana persisted, I smiled softly. "Ready?" They both nodded, I cleared my throat before I began. "She stood in her office the fresh smell of blood greeting her nose as the screams sounded outside, she tried to ignore it, but she couldn't overlook the men and women losing their lives in the battle the Other kingdom caused." Ana raised her hand, I made a gesture for her to speak. "What's the Other kingdom?" "It's a kingdom filled with werewolves which are creatures who have the ability to turn into wolves."