Countryhumans Russia X America Novels & Stories

It was cozy in here, to say the least. I settled on roasted vegetables and rice. The meat here was very strange to me. There were no cows or goats, so they ate other types of mammals that I doubted I could even call animals. There was a blue bird that had started getting popular. Not only were the feathers blue but the flesh, too. When fried, it had some greenish color that made it look like it was spoiled.

Luther said and she was a little bit shocked " A human?? Why??" " Too much questions " Amdis said " She's his mate,," Brad said and Lenora gasped " Mate? Human?? How did that happen?? " " You should be happy I found her,," Luther said " I am,,but,,human. Fine,," Lenora said and walked out " She's becoming something else these days,,she hate the smell and sight of humans but am sure she will get used to it " Amdis said

Then I dropped my gaze to my laptop, assuming that my wolf understands what were those coordinates and images being displayed on the screen. "Yeah," she suddenly dropped smiling. "But it was ten hours away from here," Melissa said back. "He was in one of the penitentiaries in Russia." "Russia?" The four of us at the table breathed back in unison. As far as my knowledge is concerned, Russia is one of the countries in the world that has the most impossible and risky to visit. Aside from that, their people were not as friendly and helpful as you think they were, especially to their foreign visitors. Well, that was what I've read in an online article before. And I believed the source of the arti

Different terminals. “Thanks Ceen. You better Skype me, Vasha! I want the grand tour of Siberia I didn’t get last time.” Liza pressed her cheek against’s Brody’s chest, smiling playfully at us. I rolled my eyes with a short laugh. “Snow, more snow, man drinking vodka at six A.M. in the streets...oh and occasionally we see bears. There’s your tour.” I loved American’s reactions to Russian stereotypes. Trust me when I say it’s not one sided. Won’t my friends be shocked when they learn not everyone in America eats burgers constantly and ignores Global Warming threats?

Well, at least the peace I get. It will be approximately sixteen hours to go from here to Russia and it's only 3 hours since then. Charlie is sleeping in my arms. Peacefully resting its head on my shoulder. Like a baby. Thankfully they allowed home. I don't even care what people think. Honestly, these little things are much better than those of humans. Because when the simple thing that makes us human which is humanity, is dying these innocent creatures are much better.

Stupid mating bond. The stove held two frying pans, one for the crepe-things and one for potatoes, pork, and onions, all sizzling together in a way that promised the best kind of caloric deliciousness. God, I loved some things about Russian culture. They’d never seen a vegetable they didn’t want to ignore in favor of meat. In fact, I wasn’t entirely sure they’d ever seen a green vegetable at all other than cabbage. Either way, I approved wholeheartedly. “So you kill people, you do in-home care for Hensley’s patients, and you cook,” I said. “What other talents are you hiding?”

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

It is one of the reasons for the exploration and settlement of North America, a place our kind would not need to fear death simply for what they are, but as always in our histories, humans ruined it. Now most of Europe had less than half as many packs as America. France had two, England only one, Germany had two; but they were small. Other European countries had smaller packs, but they were not even of note enough to welcome to the summit. Meanwhile Russia boasted dozens of large packs, they were not just a powerhouse in the world’s human government, they made up almost half of our population in their own right, and while America had fifteen Alphas representing united states packs, Russia ha

Ruben mumbles, and I turn to him. "Why risk it," I ask, and he looks between Kohn and me before answering. "Most human mates will have positive stories....the more....modern packs accept humans easily. Good stories should come forward for our benefit. Maybe the hype will die down," Ruben shrugs, and I shake my head immediately disagreeing. "No, very few humans will have strong enough stories to combat the fear now lingering in most of the human's minds.......Why did the Loner out us," I ask, turning my attention back to Kohn, who shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet awkwardly before answering?

I was only around Kera, Nick and. Oh shit! "Can hugging make me smell like a wolf?" "Yup" she answered, popping the ‘p’ and confirming my thoughts. "We all have a scent that only wolves can smell. Even humans have scents but you wouldn't know. If a wolf rubs himself on you, you'll smell like them" Emma hugged me this morning before I left, rubbing herself on me in the process since Lincoln was stopping in their town before he dropped me here. She gave me a pointed look as she slyly smiled. "Have you found your wolves?"