Finn The Human Novels & Stories

We watched his excitement turn to confusion as he was quiet for a moment. "Where is he? Ethan!... ETHAN!" He hollered at the end. "Who's Ethan?" Addison asked. "My human. Why can't I feel him, I can't sense him. I can't feel him or hear his thoughts. It's like he's not even there. No, it's like he's far away. I can almost feel him but he seems so far away." "You're human's name is Finn." I said and he looked at me puzzled.

FINN found me. After that long run, he found me and put me back to the palace he kept on bragging about. Honestly, Finn is not forcing me to come with him. I could easily push him away if I wanted to. I could tell him I needed some time to think and his presence is giving me a headache. The truth is, he's nothing but a support to me. However, this fight is on me. Killing numerous humans is in my hands and my decision to follow. No one should get involved only to get the punishment I was supposed to have.

Irvin had left to walk his brother back to his room and let Henrick handle the situation. “What’s your plan now?” Henrick asked him. His arms crossed on his chest, body slouched on the chair. “I don’t know.” He said. Pouting. Finn is practically a kid in a teenager boy’s body. He’s always been the playful and predictable among them, and even until now he couldn’t fathom how Boone liked the guy so much to the point that he would let him stay on his place that even Henrick aren’t allowed.

Ignoring Mark's messages I text my gamma Zack. Sam: hey man I know it's late but do you want to get away for awhile? Zach: yeah man, anything good? Sam: what would you say to a camping trip? It's to protect a couple of people that are close to me, but there's also humans there to so no shifting. Oh and Mark is a warlock and Rilly is a human. Oh and Zach Dylan is there to so watch him. Zach: ok can you send me pictures of whom I'm looking out for?

As we rounded the corner I caught sight of what was happening. "Sadie," the hushed sound of a deep baritone voice leaked out from the man holding the bars. He was massive in size even as he knelt on the ground in her presence. His messy blonde hair and green eyes gave him away. Former Alpha, Finn Hahn. I almost felt shocked seeing that he looked very well taken care of, and Gerwulf had been kind enough to place a rug on the floor of the cage to block him from being in contact with the silver.

he explained while clenching his hand into a fist. "Then, do something! You filthy mutt!" his master shouted. The man gasped at what his master said. Yes, he is one of the filthy mutts his master refers to. He was still young when his parents died in the rouge attack. He was five back then. His family and friends died, but he was able to live because his mother hid him. The man he calls master found him and killed the rogue wolf. He followed him and became the master's favorite. He became the master's son when his own son left him and the organization. He made to become a spy, infiltrating other packs and killing them in the process. He clenched his hand and growled; he shouldn't be angry at

Draw a line and move forward. Finn's been parked on a stool behind the desk since five, like a king who's been told his legs are decorative. He's allowed to greet people, answer the phone and sign up new members. It’s not even by choice. He’s dying to help. He tried to carry a case of water in from the truck yesterday and Mato immediately took it off him and kept walking. Finn sulked about it for ten solid minutes. It was honestly great. He looks like himself again.

"So, my brother..." "Your system has zero requirement for anxiety. My entity has executed a full tactical retreat. My processor maintains absolute clarity that I do not constitute the correct male for his life." Finn let out a harsh, self-deprecating scoff. "Not that his soft-strength wolf possesses an actual comprehension of the authentic entity surviving beneath my skin, anyway."

What else did I have to live for? I thought of my brother Laurent; he would take over the gamma position in my stead; all those didn't seem to matter to me anymore; if Cara was not mine, then I didn't care; but if there was a tiny chance, a little possibility here, then I was willing to take my chances. A human walked up to me, but when he got close, I recognized that this was no human; this strange creature was taller than any human I had ever seen; its eyes were all black, giving it away it's inhumanity more and I could see it's claws too.

"Purring is for cats, Sergeant. But don’t worry—after I’m done, I’m sure it’ll sound more like a woman… very, very pleased." Serif, delighted, clapped his hands like a mischievous fae. "Hot damn! That was spicy, right, girls? I’m sweating." "Oh, I’m sure," Cris sneered. "With your brother, foreplay probably involved wrecking her cabin and kidnapping her for a ‘romantic getaway.’ Is that how your kind handles mates?" Eric and Spencer took a menacing step forward, but Micah waved them off with a calm, practiced hand. "If a human kills, should I assume the worst for all humans? What my brother did is his disgrace, not mine, Sergeant.”