Being Human Novels & Stories

One can not tell how good it would be if that thing doesn't exist. Still, we are human and not a saint. We are living being full of imperfections. We are mortals who have affection, we have feeling no matter what their origin is. We are human who can feel happiness, sadness, madness, and tons of emotion that we can't fully explain what that thing is.

My eyes are changing color as a result of my frustration and anger. Gerard Jacinto is a cunning, self-serving dimwit. I should not have relied on him to handle all of the preparations. I might have crushed that asshole's face if it hadn't been for Klaire. My fingers want to dig my sharp nails into Gerald Jacinto's face. What a demeaning, low-class human. If we are of the same kind, I can kill him for blasphemy and no one will question it, but that is not the law of men. They don't recognize me as the leader of one of the most powerful packs. They're didn't aware of our race.

Looking out of the carriage, I notice the bodies of numerous human males being piled up. To be burnt no doubt. It has been years since my race waged war on the humans and occupied their kingdom. It was then that the Kingdom of Peon was founded. We became the elites of the society and made the humans our slaves. I don't particularly have anything against them but they are weak and inferior creatures. "It will be nice to have my mate though" I mumble. We werewolves lived way longer that the humans did but I being the ruler of the werewolves have lived even longer.

He groaned They chuckled and obeyed immediately,, " We are really happy to see you in the council after a long time,,with,, your mate. " Another one said,, she's a female Alyssa wonder why they all look so amazing,, they are really not human. " But,,she's human. " " What is wrong with her being a human??" Luther snapped and they all kept quiet. " My father,,, is alive " Luther said and they all stood up in fear " Rodolfo is alive?? " They all asked at the same time

They would show more respect to a dung beetle than they would to one of us. The thing is, we may be supernatural, but we are still human too. If you looked at our blood you would still see the clear signs of the human genome. We just have some additional cells as well. Excluding irshiusts and raitruums, we all come from humans, we just have a few extra quirks. But do they care about that? No. Why? Because they all drank the Kool-Aid and now believe the sales pitch like it’s fucking gospel. It’s equally sad and pathetic.

"You're trying to reverse the integrations. To undo months of work, to strip people of the power they need to survive." "To give them back their humanity." "Humanity is weakness! It's the reason we're dying as a species!" His voice rose, the calculated calm cracking. "I gave those people a chance to become something more, and you want to strip it away because you can't accept that evolution requires sacrifice!"

Floating on the air, watching the harmonious dances of my beings moving away from and toward each other, each going their own way while going in the same direction. It was magical. Everything I created was. From the tiniest microorganism to the biggest, hulking beast that ruled the planet. Everything had its place, its role in the world. For millions of years, everything was perfect. Peaceful. And then I got tired. Fatigued. Lonely. Watching my creatures reproduce and form bonds with others of their species made me long to be able to do the same. And thus the idea of creating the first human was born. I worked on him for another million years, rejecting imperfections, replacing them with qua

It felt as if he was frustrated and annoyed, but he was controlling himself. “Listen,” he began, after exhaling deeply like a frustrated snake. “Let me tell you something, there are some things in this world, these things belong to neither werewolves nor humans,” he said, his eyes still and his expression as calm and composed as ever. I looked at him, my mind solemn and my brain attentive, I was focused as hell. “Now, these things I’m talking about, they’re older than systems, older than law, older than even the history of conflict and war itself.”

“Human. He's just an ordinary human … with a mind as mad as a real devil.” Yeah, ordinary humans who break boundaries. Totally breaking boundaries.

Candice raised her eyebrows at her son. "Tell what?" Candice asked and crossed her arms. "She's a human, Mom," Blaze confessed. "My mate is a human," he added and slumped on the couch. There was a long silence between them. Candice sat on the opposite couch in front of her son's. "That's a shocking revelation you got there, son," Candice said. She never knew it could be possible for a human to become mate with the werewolves but seeing her son right now, and the impossible becomes realizable.