Finn The Human Novels & Stories

"Gage is right. Worrying won't help him. The best thing we can do for Leo is ensure his help wasn't for nothing. We stay hidden, stay alive, and get ready." Just then, Finn shifted back into his human form behind a large oak tree. "I need real food!" he yelled, his tiny four-year-old voice piping up as he stumbled out. He was struggling to pull a loose gray t-shirt over his head, his arms completely stuck in the sleeves. His hair was a wild, messy bird's nest. "Thorne is a meanie! A super big meanie! I'm gonna tell Marcus to him!"

“About that, Dad… You’ll need to extend that welcome to one other person.” A troubled expression formed on the older man’s face at the request. “Fenris, I know you love her, and I do have a bit of interest in meeting her family. However, I suggest we take things one step at a time. Get our people used to a human’s presence here one man or woman or child at a time.” “It’s not about her family. Well… Not her human one.” Finral became confused at the correction. What did his son mean by ‘not the human’ one? Was it a pet or did his mate have someone who was a family figure and not all human themself?

That's what he's attempting to conceal. Although Jade never discusses it, life was difficult when he and Finn were the only ones. I am aware of that. Before, he was a human. One major indicator that he wasn't born a shifter is the broken nose that never healed properly. Unlike Finn, though. "What sort of actions do men take?" I inquire as though I'm unaware of what could cast a shadow over someone's heart or eyes.

Most commonly, having to resort to shifting once a month during a planned excursion out of the city. Even though I knew my father would know I had arrived the moment I crossed the pack boundary, I decided to mind link him. "Dad, I'm home. But Raine wants to go for a run first." I informed him, letting him know that Raine, my wolf, was mostly the reason for the delay. "I understand, bunny. Be safe." My father replies to the mindlink before I walk across the path to the nearby forest. I quickly undressed, placing my clothes on a nearby stump before transforming into my blonde wolf.

He said " Master???" She called with confusion all over her face. " Am starving,, " Luther said trying to change the topic " I will get your food right now " She immediately said and ran off Luther smiled but immediately frowned, why the hell is he suddenly smiling?? He smell Shannon,, he scoffed. Just then Shannon entered,, " What are you doing here Shannon, shouldn't you be hiding from me right now? " Luther asked with a smirk " I lied to protect you,,I couldn't bring myself to tell you it's a human " Shannon said

"It's really not right." He looked at his own pants and then at Finn's pants. "Why was it so small?" "That's because I'm the bottom." "Bottom? Of what?" Finn raised his eyes. He seemed to be contemplating how to explain. "You know... it's like this. When I met Niam..." He began explaining how he met Niam and then their first night. "So, I'm the one receiving it." Aiden looked really fascinated. "You..." He stared at Finn, and admiration showed within his gaze. "You're so amazing. You're the most amazing human I've ever seen."

“But I was overthrown by my own twin brother, Fintan. He poisoned me and left me for dead in the woods. That’s how Adrian’s men found me, and how I ended up under your care. I’m no longer an Alpha in the eyes of my pack, but I will get my revenge. I’m going to take back what belongs to me.” I look at him, feeling overwhelmed. “But how do you even plan to do that?” Finn steps forward and stares at me with an intensity that makes my skin tingle. Finley is good looking in a different way. He has brown/red hair that covers his forehead, he’s tall and muscly, his face is hard and his crooked nose just adds to the touch of danger he possesses. He stretches his hand out toward me. After a second of

Scrambling up his back, I wrapped my legs around his torso and clung to the thick fur at his neck, my heart racing all over again…not from the vines this time, but from the sheer power beneath me. Finn, still limping from whatever hurt he’d taken earlier, stumbled forward with his arms outstretched. “Wait, captain! Me too!” Johanis let out a growl that sounded less like a warning and more like a grumpy cat who’d just had its tail stepped on. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing even in this situation as he twisted his massive head around, baring his fangs at Finn in a way that was almost comical, like he was trying to look intimidating but just ended up looking annoyed.

I watched something flash across Finn’s eyes, disappearing in an instant. What was that…. “Small men,” he continued, “You just have to act as her human bodyguard.” I could see the tension lining Sin’s muscles. His body was rigid, all except for his tongue pushing the jolly rancher around. Finn’s eyes glaze over, and I know he’s having a silent conversation with Sin because of the way his body somehow goes stiller. A few seconds later, he nods, “Okay. I’ll do my best, sir.”

“Or you’re very good at pretending.” “I can lift boxes,” I said. “And I don’t steal dust jackets.” Her mouth twitched. “Moira O’Rourke.” She jerked her thumb and a lanky man unfolded from the back like a rumor—tweed vest, kind eyes, smile that forgave bad jokes before he made them. “And this is Finn, who believes puns are a public service.” “Welcome to our paper church,” he said, leaning on the counter. “Interview question: dog-earing—sin or survival?” “War crime,” I said, deadpan.