Cookie Run Humans Novels & Stories

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.

I was hoping to become friends with Raiah since she’s an outsider like me. I left Tyee to help set up and went to Ahanu’s hut to find Raiah. I gave a small knock and Nokomis answered the door. I haven’t seen her since I left and I almost forgot about how stunning she was. “Luna Jennie! Come in!” Nokomis squealed. I was caught off guard by her excitement but I was grateful for it. Nokomis made her way to a small table and handed me a cup of fire water. “You have to tell me everything! I’m dying to know!” I went to open my mouth but before I could Raiah was clearing her throat. I turned around immediately apologizing to Raiah. I’m so sorry, I came in here to meet you. I’m Jennie.” I gave a sma

Hopefully, that was the case and I wasn't about to learn the hard way. With a sigh, Alexander gave me a deadpan look. "Our hunting instincts are heightened at night, meaning yes, we're suddenly less inclined. We don't become mindless, but people have agreed that biting a wandering human at night would be harder to resist. We have a rule for only one per day to indulge for health reasons on the humans that come here. It would be better if it never happened in the first place, but alas, for those who simply cannot resist playing with you little humans, it has to suffice." He rolled his eyes, clearly not a fan of this entire fiasco at all.

It’s not unlike Una Hayes’ gait—steady only because we keep it movin’. There are only a few in the pack who realize how tenuous our hold on all of this is. Humans are weak, venal, and undisciplined—and they outnumber us by billions. That’s an unstoppable force. They’ve been content to profit off us where they can—bet on our fights, sell souvenirs to the lookieloos—but how long before they eye our territories? Our DNA? Humans are never content to coexist. I see Moon Lake, and I think Man has already conquered us. Wolves in suits. Humans must know they don’t need to do much but let their ways infect our minds. We’ll corrupt ourselves.

"Can't do anything else to help?" "No," Rowan spoke. "Business as usual, well, except the whole incubus issue." Rowan's soft smile of reassurance didn't give me much hope. I wasn't sure what I was dealing with, but if they seemed confident, I would leave it in their hands. That was a day ago, and the mixer was now the top priority of the Coven. Rowan made many comments about how the human housing was overflowing, and if they didn't find their mates for them soon, he feared humans would leave. Having a mosh pit of humans destined to be mated in one area was a big deal, and none of the supernaturals wanted to let them go. Holding this mixture was so important. They wouldn't let some incubus ru

Until the dawn broke outside the window, both the golden cow and the white sheep felt that their fingers twitched when they knocked on the keyboard and could not lift up, and they did not catch any useful information from each other. However, the other party was still attacking the firewall, while defending the two of them. Was that still a human?

Kohl “Warped turds,” Kohl cursed. He should've left when he had the chance instead of flirting with the human female. She'd intrigued him with her mock bravery and wide brown eyes. And her kiss had been… Frack his luck. The humans would catch him with the quasicrystal and lock him up. He had planned to return to leave compensation for the crystal after he took it to his homeworld first. Now he'd taken too much time with the human female, intoxicated by her presence. Her scent alone, a sweet and spicy mix, made him want to inhale her and never stop.

“Who knew that there’d be so many human beings. We can have a nice meal now.” “That’s right, it has been so long since I’ve eaten a human being. I’m drooling just by thinking how delicious a human is.” “Don’t run humans, we’re coming.” These twenty or so humanoid mantis monsters were overjoyed. To them, Lucas and the Kutcher Squad had already become their food. Nevertheless, it was a pity that when Biggy, White Doll, Scarlet, and Rayne turned around, they would no longer think the same way.

As Rowan put it, a happy donor is a tasty donor. Cyrus’s appetite was immense, and by the looks of the barely conscious humans strewn all over the place, he had already sampled most of them. Rowan didn’t stop him, but kept a watchful eye over their humans. The last thing they needed now was a pile of corpses.

Naturally, I accepted with excitement. The flight to Italy was a surprise: I ended up bumping into Handrè at the airport. He was in town for a follow-up event for his first documentary. They wanted to rerun it. Apparently, he had been ahead of his time documenting the effects of gut health on mental health. At the time, gut health was barely discussed, but now it had become a hot topic.