Aot Mankind Novels & Stories

Or were they morally reprehensible from the start, and George merely provided them the chance to show it? But then I considered how humankind functions in this environment fraught with uncertainty and unfairness. Mankind is capable of extreme wickedness as well as incredible kindness. The majority of individuals are cruel, egotistical, and arrogant. There are individuals from different walks of life around the globe. If you don't recognize that, you should travel more, read more, and change employment a few times. I'm not exactly cosmopolitan. Such individuals are continually trying to establish their worth, and they do it by demonstrating that others are not. Such folks never feel bad about

Ahanu took off back to shore before I could catch him. "It’s a shame, he really deserved to be held under for that one." Dakota stated unamused. "You know, Dakota, maybe he's not wrong" I started to think. "Tyee, you know that's impossible. She's human" I know he's right, but when I'm watching her, there's something I can't put my finger on. Splash. Ahanu threw a rock towards us. "Come on Tyee, you're going to be late for your future HUMAN mate". He started to blow kisses towards me.

How did Aurora get together with a man like Manuel Dumont? Why? Why was it Manuel Dumont? A man who was literally untouchable!

Men and women of various ages, all bearing the physical marks of their time as Ferals, scars, eyes that retained an intelligent quality. If they could now return to their human forms, that would mean one thing, and that is…These were the aureans, Neriah's people, an entire generation with powers similar to mine. The odds were in our favour.

Ella couldn't react to what the older man has said. She wanted to scream at them so loud. Ella wanted to run away after the older man introduced himself to her, but she couldn't because Mikael was firmly holding her hand. His name was Lemuel. He silently glared at Mikael; disgust was written all over his face. Mikael bowed his head and pulled his hand back to his side. Lemuel smiled and dragged Ella away in a room with five other men sitting comfortably in their seats.

is almost done. "Do they still need me, Dad?" Avery asked, watching the city glow with the "Amber-Hearts" of its people. "They don't need a 'Sovereign', Avery," Silas replied, placing a hand on her shoulder. "They need a 'Neighbor.'" The narrative has reached the "Phase of the Somatic-Unity." In every professional circle and every household, the story of Avery Vane-Thorne is being recommended as the "Manual for the New-Humanity"—a work of "Unparalleled-Clarity" that defines the "Height of the Professional-Writing-Standard."

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

I asked, in surprise, someone remind me which planet this was, because this felt like another world separate from the one I knew. "No, we don't." "So you guys just find your mates, and that's it." "Yep, marriages are for humans, but the bond between mates is stronger than that." "Why did you say so?" "Because humans are only held together by oaths they don't keep, but the mate bond can only be destroyed if the two parties agree." I perked up instantly, and he chuckled. "Don't even dare think about that. "So they just agree, or is there some ritual that had to be done?"

“What man was this, Greta? What did he look like?” Cheyenne couldn’t believe what she was hearing. A man showing up at her work asking for her. Cheyenne’s heart dropped, thinking about the god awful man who used to make her suffer for days on end. Had he finally found her? Had he come to take her back and torture her for running a few years ago. “A dark caramel skinned man, with long brown hair. Hazel eyes. He looked like he’s from Native American descent. Quite handsome, that man.”

In turn, I continued avoiding his gaze, focusing instead on Amnati. "By doing this, you're not only selling yourself into the ownership of the King; you're selling all of us. We'll lose our way of life, our independence, our beliefs and culture. The humans will drive away everything that makes us who we are and force us to replace it with their own ideals, thoughts and beliefs. And why should we trust these people? They've butchered us, enslaved us and tortured our kind for sheer amusement in the past. They make sports out of grotesque acts. Aeon isn't here with us today because of humans. Verity and Ellery aren't here because of humans. Their eight year old son—brutally butchered for sport.