Canada Countryhumans Novels & Stories

"They have you convinced there are few people left in the world. It's not true. We've had communications from Australia, the UK, and parts of Russia. The U.S. and Canada are not the only countries to survive. There's also a large population in Mexico." I'm stunned. Of all the things I've been told by King-how the hellhounds originated and how the Federation has tried to kill him numerous times, the Federation enticing the hellhounds to kill humans is by far the most outrageous. If this is true, my entire analytics job has been a lie beginning with the information they've fed me for years. It's too much.

"They have you convinced there are few people left in the world. It's not true. We've had communications from Australia, the UK, and parts of Russia. The U.S. and Canada are not the only countries to survive. There's also a large population in Mexico." I'm stunned. Of all the things I've been told by King-how the hellhounds originated and how the Federation has tried to kill him numerous times, the Federation enticing the hellhounds to kill humans is by far the most outrageous. If this is true, my entire analytics job has been a lie beginning with the information they've fed me for years. It's too much.

​ Aiden shook his head and took a sip of his coffee, “That’s just how it is to be assigned up there. We were stationed along the Canadian border, monitoring for militant activity.” ​ “Was there any?” ​ “Oh, absolutely. You wouldn’t believe how fraught it is in the Great North. For a country that already pushed out its entire human population, the Canadian Wolves are constantly testing the US borders for entry points.” ​ “Why?” Ava shuddered, unsettled by that new information.

The crowd shouting loud we missed you, Kemzy the rugged old boy, we can not wait to here you cracking our ribs. But Cynthia did not know him to be a comedian, she was carefully listening to him and she has a sympathy for him, by saying, how would a normal human being leave under the bridge, how can he travel a long journey of over one month to Canada, how does he feed, how am I sure he is a normal human being, and he has been going to many sjmhow that make this masses knows him they still can not help him, this world is wicked, I wish I can help him, said this with loud voice.

Most of them looked unhappy to be in the presence of the dog people, “They have mounted division, again I don't know what these are, but they look strong.” A messenger rushed into the room, he handed a paper to Elphame, “The dog people are driving the humans toward the center of town. Please hurry.” “It's a two-day journey from here to Fort Vermillion. Do you think humans will last?” Nerea asked. Elphame nodded, “The Canadian army won't be there for at least five days. We are their only shot at survival. Now go out there, and hold the line.”

I repelled his curiosity by repeating my answer. Rodrigar rolled his eyes and let out a grunt. He looks a bit annoyed now. “Look, it’s better if you didn’t put your hands inside the matters of that country. Rustaval is a country of demi humans, and demi humans have had a beef with humans for a long time now. If we enter the country looking like humans, won’t we be attacked? Though I don’t care because it’s not like they can scratch me or anything.” He ended with a snicker.

But it was the end of my misery, because that night, this human sparked life in me once again. Just one human. My human, Victoria. The END.

“Who told you to speak up? Emilio Garcia slapped the worker aside before walking forward with a cold smile. “Isn’t Country H the world’s strongest country? “Your country also has the world’s largest economy judging from how fast you’re developing… “If anything, you have the most money. “So what if we take fifteen billion dollars from you? “This is nothing. Emilio extended his hands toward Harvey York’s face. “Enough haggling, Harvey. If you even say a single word, I’ll make your life a living Hell!” Slap! Harvey casually swung the back of his palm across Emilio’s face. “Country H has outstanding people, land with abundant resources, and money that grows on trees, but what does it have to do

“You can come next week for the rest.” Hunter grabbed the man by his shirt and pulled him. He lifted him up and gave him the devil’s stare. The man had known he was facing death in its eyes. “Please Hunter.” “Give me one reason I shouldn’t break your bones now.” “Please, I have a family.” “Is that a reason?” “I know something you might be interested in.” “What could that be?” “I know you escaped from Zambia.” “So?” “There’s a rumor circling around that there is manuscript about the Hamuumbu’s.”

Still, as the SUV rolled along nice suburban streets, lined with green hedges and white fences, it was easy to forget they were in the middle of a war. Not here, however. Not in Canada. Jo pushed her hair back behind her ear, trying to concentrate on anything other than seeing her dad for the first time in years, including remembering how ugly it had gotten between the US and Canada when the northern neighbor declared Vampires unwelcome within the borders. Many Americans had called them racist, said it was another Holocaust all over again. Jo remembered her dad sending as many LIGHTS members as he could find from other parts of the world that weren’t either in crisis like they were in the US