Finn The Human Novels & Stories

"What are you doing, Finn?!" "Traitor!" Jermaine's sister yelled from the floor and whimpered as Adrienne stomped down on her. "Finn!" Jermaine commanded. Finn cocked his head, his eyes glowing yellow, and said, "I, Finnigan Hale, Beta to the North London pack of wolves, hereby step down from the role as the Beta and cut all bonds with your pack."

She had realised that she had put herself in harm's way and the only person who could have protected her was no more. While resisting, she looked at where Mr. Hamuumbu had fallen, he wasn’t there. “I’m sick and tired of this,” Mr. Hamuumbu's voice came from behind Ludo and Ethan. Ethan let go of Ludo to look at his father who had just spoke. He turned around and found him stretching himself holding a Maxim 9, handgun silencer combo. “Father!” Ethan exclaimed. “What the hell?” Ludo said holding her neck. “What is happening?” Ethan asked, looking very shocked.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

I stayed quiet and controlled my breathing to a sleeping one. "What is wrong with you?" he asked him questioningly. "What is wrong with me? Bro, why don't you ask yourself that question. Not only are you hurting our Luna, but also my sister." "Look, its not my fault. You know about me since the beginning. I never expected to have a human as my mate. I cannot settle with the fact my mate is a weak human." he said almost making me cry. But I kept my cool. I felt him glare at me. But I continue to act as if I am sleeping. "She. is. not. weak." Nathan said as he started to walk.

I suppose it made sense then, that there were no rejections among true-mates. "Now that everyone's here--tell us, what did we miss?" I asked before Atlas could snarl at either one, or coat the room in frost again. Finn leaned against the far wall while everyone else took a seat. Even in his flannel pajamas, he looked more fae than human. His amber eyes flickered over to the fireplace, where ash and charred wood sat in a clump. "Show me the control you've learned." Finn nodded towards the brick opening, "Get a fire going for us."

Sebastian nodded. I looked over and as soon as Ezra locked eyes with me, his eyes widened in delight and his grin grew positively wolfish. “Scarlett,” he rolled my name on his tongue, “I can smell it, you’re the human one. I heard there would be a human here but I didn’t believe it.” Instantly, I found myself wanting to shy away from his predatory gaze but I did my best to hold eye contact. “Yes, that’s me. The human one,” I said, and my tone came out a little more sarcastic than I intended it to.

Morning. The words cut through the last softness of the night. Finn sees the truth with painful clarity. Everett belongs to a world of statements, family alliances, powerful marriages, and names that open doors instead of locking them. He belongs to towers, boardrooms, private elevators, guards, contracts, and women like Vera Lawson, polished enough to stand beside him in public without damaging anything. Finn is a poor male Omega from Lark Street who woke behind a gold door. At best, he is a problem Everett protected in private.

“Well, if you like her so much, why don't you go for her and let me be, hmm?” He raised both his hands up as he surrendered. “Woah, hold on, she's yours, remember?” “Not anymore.” I paused and slowly closed my locker. “Don't you have something else to do, Ace?” He nodded. “I do, but I wanted to speak to you about Finn. I kept digging for more information about him. Turns out he's a nobody from the—” “Cut it out. He's human too.” Ace stared at me, face pale in surprise.

“Ah, there it is. Morning encouragement from our future fearless leader. Really gets the blood singing.” A few of them laughed, grateful for the release of it. That was Finn’s gift. He could puncture tension before it hardened, ease people back from the edge of their own nerves with a line and a smile, make them feel foolish without making them feel shamed. Most of the time, I was glad of it. Sometimes I wondered whether he knew how often he saved other men from revealing too much. He sat up, pushed dark hair out of his face, and looked at me with that easy expression of his, all loose shoulders and humour and not quite enough seriousness for the hour. “You want us quiet and terrified instea

It was calling him to fight. Finn took a deep breath, his mind a whirlwind of desperate, creative energy. He was not just a cartographer. He was a shepherd. He was a guardian. He was a warden. And he was the only one who knew the truth. The only one who had heard the scream. The only one who could save the forest.