Cookie Run Humans Novels & Stories

Humans asked a lot of questions. “Something… happened… when the announcement was meant to be made,” I said, becoming uncomfortable. “Did you realize Damien was your mate and decided to be his Luna instead?” I could tell she was proud of herself using wolf words. “Not exactly,” I said. We rounded a corner and stopped in front of a glass door with a coffee bean fashioned to look like a full moon tucked behind a cloud and the name “The Roaming Bean” above the logo and “Proudly Serving Wolves and Humans for 75 years.”

“No, of course not. You know how we like to keep humans out of our business. It’s just too risky.” Ronan sighed again but stood up and walked over to me. “I’m going to ignore the fact your hiding something from me…..for now,” he said with raised eyebrows, “but I think you’re wrong about keeping away from the humans. I’ve been thinking about it, and where is the one place that the hunters would never think to look for us? I think it’s our anti-social behaviour that actually draws attention to ourselves. Maybe if we interacted more with the outside world, they will never suspect who we really are.”

“This is our chance to find a cure. If one was infected, there’s a possibility that our people might get the virus too” “Those fucking humans!” To be continued…!

And she was entirely, undeniably human. No pack scent. No supernatural aura. Just fragile, pulsing, beautiful humanity. A human. The Moon Goddess had paired the most lethal Alpha in the country with a human. The elders like Silas would call it a disgrace. A fatal vulnerability. They would demand her dead. Roman’s grip tightened imperceptibly on her arms. Let them try, he thought, a wave of ruthless, possessive darkness flooding his veins. "Excuse me," a sharp, highly irritated voice broke through his murderous haze.

The man laughs, turning around to present the man with some coconut flavored rice in the coconut bowl. "Welcome back, Lucien." Kohl says to the man who turns his head back to the roof. The human raises his eyebrow at the male. "Why are you bothering to feed me?" Lucien asks, his throat sounding dryer than a barren land. "Because I am a human." Lucien closes his eyes, scoffing at the man's words. "Are you saying that I'm an animal?" Kohl raises his eyebrow at Lucien's differentiation between werewolves and humans. He had nothing more to say than stand back up. Kohl approaches Lucien who looks at him with confused eyes.

Roy asked, frustrated with the elusive nature of Stuart's emotions. Stuart remained silent, the hum of the car engine providing a backdrop to the weighty conversation. "Wake up from your dream. When did you last meet her? How well do you know her?" Roy continued, challenging the romanticized notions that seemed to cloud Stuart's judgment. "Stuart, you met her when you were just a year old. How can it be love at first sight? How long will you wait for a girl who doesn't exist in your life and hurt another girl deeply in love with you?"

She gives me a kind smile as she approaches the microphone. “I am Robin, of the Shawnee pack,” she says, “My mate, Rick, and I overheard a conversation between two humans late last night. We run a small bakery, and while they were in line to buy coffee they seemed to be talking about an abduction. Humans tend to forget how sensitive our hearing can be.” The crowd murmurs understanding. Humans often speak of things they shouldn’t in our presence. While their whispers may well be inaudible to other humans, we can almost always hear them. Even when we don’t want to.

Their eyes snap back into reality and they lock eyes with me. "Your a human. Meaning you can easily get hurt and you can't take pain. You can't fight in a war made for werewolves, you wouldn't last a minute. You won't be able to help us, you can't protect yourself, less a pack. You aren't fit to be a Luna. You aren't fit to be.."

Madeline: I watched Ron attempt to get up and leave. However, she suddenly yelled, “That is not true.” The room fell silent once again. Eyes shifted toward her. “This is not what these cookies are used for,” she remarked, looking drained, as if there were no tears left to cry. “Those cookies are used for shape-shifting, and only some people from my tribe can do that.” The moment she said that, I felt goosebumps cover my skin. “All right,” Mr. Robinson said, his hands clasped in front of him with a confident smirk. “What do you mean by your tribe?”

I put a hand on his shoulder, and as if I had just punched him or something, he jumped five feet out of his seat. “What the fuck, man?” he said, staring holes through me. Holding my hands up, “Easy, Luc, I'm just trying to see what has you so worked up.” Looking at me, he said one word, “Humans.” When it came to him, that explained everything. The Star Pack bordered Aurelia and had the most skirmishes. If you listened to him tell it, they were bugs that needed to be squashed under their boots. “And here I thought the Luna candidates must've rejected your advances,” I smirk at him.