Cross Sans Human Novels & Stories

Straight heathens. Anyways, we made our way inside and as always, I was given strange looks. Most people have sucessfully forgotten me, since I'm banned from joining in any of the offical gatherings. And the others look down on me because I'm human. More important than that, I'm of alpha blood and have no wolf. None of them know of my actual strength, speed or agility, cause baby, even without a wolf, I could still put them down. I'm not allowed to showcase it, so I just let them think what they want and ignore it... or at least try to. Also, my head is always covered. I usually wear different color headwraps and style them differently to give me some variety. Luckily, I look super cute in t

The trees’ leaves danced along with the wind and extraordinary creatures came flying from the top. Alex startled; three human-bee-like creatures came in front of him. Their eyes were big and voided of color. Two furry strings erected on the creatures’ forehead. Serving of what he noticed, as an antenna. They have a large butt that has a sharp object behind it – like a sting in a bee. Their facial feature was of a human’s, making their eyes the most recognizable of all because of its size, but their nose and mouth were that of human’s. They have a body structure of a human but their hips are very thin. They have two main hands where the right one was used to hold the weapon. They also have t

"Anyway, rather than struggling here… Why don't you go to her now to explain? It's almost the blood moon, you know." "Blood moon?" I look towards the infirmary window, and it's true, the moon is almost full, and it's getting redder every night. Not even humans can see this bloody thing, as it can only be seen by supernaturals or horny creatures like the dogs. "Mhmm, before the dogs claim her, you know," Trixie says just as the dogs howl. "You know, I sniffed her earlier and smelled dog spittle. I think she's also a mate with that dog."

*pop* With a low 'pop', a small humanoid creature with rugged leathery skin and pointy long ears appeared at the right of Susan's chair. Said creature was no taller than a meter, and used a white sheet as a toga to dress. The toga had a Hogwarts shield embroidered in the height of the small humanoid creature chest, where the heart would be. "Did Missy Susan call Dimpy? What can Dimpy do to Missy?"

I assumed the farce had finally ended, but as I stood in the luxury boutique listening to the manager's report on last quarter's new arrivals, those same familiar leather soles echoed behind me once more. I turned, and there stood Thomas at the entrance, arm crossed with a scowl. "It's you again! Bumpkins and freaks have no business in high-end stores." He sauntered inside, sizing me up like discarded trash. "We don't sell cheap grocery bags here, old man." His gaze swept the displays before locking on the limited-edition crocodile-skin shoes in the clerk's hands. He said simply, "I'll take those." The clerk hesitated, glancing at me. "Sir..."

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

he looked around for a while then took off his glasses and raised his hoodie a little bit to show the glorious face of my one and only, Traven Spade. "Traven?" I grinned, spread my arms wide to pull him into an appreciative round of embrace. "How have you been?" He smiled smugly, put on his sunglasses again and let his hoodie return to its job of covering his face again and bringing back to life his previous creepy look. "What's with all this exaggerated outfit?" I moued, jutted out my hip and rested a hand on it with a disapproving thumbs down.

Katla “Crossing documents,” the human in the booth said without looking up. He had a large rifle strapped to his back, and a silver chain around his neck. “This is the Silverburn delegation,” the driver said. The human looked up from the glow of the screen in front of him, “And? Do you expect me to be impressed or something?” he scoffed. “The Silverburn delegation requires no documents to cross,” the driver said back, cooly. “Wolves think they are above the laws,” the human spat.

He said. "Hunter?!" They all exclaimed in shock.. even the alpha King seems to be surprised too. Then a few warriors begin murmuring among themselves. *How is that possible?* *How did he cross the border?* *How come our sniffers didn't detect him?* They were all asking how come... the alpha King stares at Xander to continue. "I know he's an hunter.... he's a human, but he doesn't smell like humans!". "What do you mean?" Alpha King asked..

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew