Dangerously Unusual Novels & Stories

"I admire him for this! After all, it's amazing that he can abandon these stability and take risks! It's really difficult for anyone else to do this! But he can! His strength is extraordinary, but he's so fearless. Amazing, he's really amazing!" "This trip is very dangerous, and I guess he will never come back! Of course, even if he succeeds, he will not come back... I am also very curious about what is in this palace, and it is so mysterious and strange! But, alas, you also understand!" "Haha, if you're really curious, you can go in and have a try. Anyway, it's rare for such a thing to appear. It's okay for us to have a look... At most, it's a little dangerous. Maybe you'll die in it. In my

Words leapt out at me—phrases about danger, betrayal, and fear. With trembling fingers, I flipped to the last page. It was as if my mother had saved the most haunting message for the end. My breath caught as I read the desperate, hastily scrawled words: ---- Danger!!! Our life is in Danger! (Monroe Corporation) How many more dangers do we have to escape? What if he eventually kills all of us? Oh no! My daughter. ---- The sight of those words—so urgent, so raw—made my blood run cold. It was all there. The truth had been staring at me, hidden in these pages, waiting for me to discover it. My chest tightened, and my pulse roared in my ears.

“How comforting.” His expression didn't change. “It isn't supposed to be.” The honesty of that landed harder than reassurance would've. I looked back toward the windows again as rain blurred the city into gray streaks beyond the glass. “What are the actual dangers?” I asked quietly. This time Dante took slightly longer to answer. “Victor is dangerous when cornered,” he said. “Adrian is dangerous when underestimated.” “And Hannah?” At that, something colder entered his expression. “Hannah is desperate.”

Erasure. Not punishment. Not exile. Removal. I felt my fingers curl slightly in my lap. “Then why am I still here,” I asked. Silence. Then the truth. “Because you are registered as a protected anomaly.” The words sounded clinical. Distant. Like they were discussing a dangerous artifact and not a person sitting right in front of them. But what does that even mean. “A what.” “A convergence irregularity,” the man continued. “A human whose blood has been confirmed as… special. Valuable enough to destabilize supernatural bonds. Dangerous enough to threaten the human world if mishandled.”

“I stood there watching him. He was going to run a path through the floor if I don't go over there and stop him. So I walked over to him, touching his arm. He looked down at his arm, then looked up at me. “Vegas, look. I think I need to send you back home to the pack house. This is going to get real dangerous, and I don't want you getting hurt. It's bad enough that Kayla got taken; goddess knows what this motherfucker is doing to her right now.” I was stunned when he said that. What is this man thinking? Dangerous? I chuckled to myself. That's my middle name, Dangerous. He waited for me to say something. I guess me not saying anything means he thinks I agreed to go home.

“Daniel is my friend, which is a word you clearly do not understand.” He leans against his car like we are having a normal conversation and not standing beside the road after he turned me into campus entertainment. “Friend sounds very safe.” “It is safe,” I say, and my voice comes out sharper than I plan. “Some people are actually capable of being around me without causing public damage.” His eyes move over my face, slow enough to annoy me and quick enough to deny it if I accuse him. “Safe must be boring.” My stomach tightens, and I hate that the line lands anywhere near my skin. “Dangerous must be exhausting.”

“You’re something else entirely.” The words hang in the air, heavy and foreboding. I swallow hard, my heart pounding. “What does that mean?” “It means you’re drawing attention,” he says, his tone dropping lower. “And not the good kind. Word’s spreading fast—a vampire who walks in sunlight. Nobody’s taking it kindly.” The weight of his words presses down on me, leaving me stunned. “Why? What does it matter?” He hesitates, as if debating how much to tell me, then he shrugs like he remembers he swore to answer all my questions. “Because you’re an anomaly. In our world, anomalies are dangerous. Unpredictable. People fear what they don’t understand.”

"I hate you." "I don't care." He pulls me up by my arm and drags me. "Let's go." I struggle from his hold. I can't go with strangers. I've got a life. A life to take care of. A life to build and concentrate on after this messed up relationship with Collins. Not one problem to the other. My heart beat quickens. Frightened, frustrated, uneasy, unrelaxed, list it all. With all these feelings working at the same time, I bite his hand and quickly grab the flower vase nearby and hit his head.