First Nonhuman Species Star Wars Novels & Stories

“She shared a few names. She had a whole fucking list. There is one I like, Aeryn, it’s from this show Farscape.” Osiris looked at me like I was fucking makes up words. So I went to the rest of the list. Leia had sent it to me, so I read it off my phone. “Elora is the baby of Willow, in the movie. You know with the fucking little person that becomes a wizard?” Osiris looked like I was talking about fucking rocket science again, doesn’t this guy ever watch a fucking move? “Nope? Okay, next one Allana is actually Leia and Han’s granddaughter in the fucking Star Wars books, you don’t fucking care do you?”

she said slowly, "is a direct descendant of the First Ones." The room went silent. "I don't understand," I said. "The First Ones were the original wolves. The ones who came before the packs. Before the Council. Before everything." Dr. Hayes sat down heavily in the chair beside my bed. "They were said to be immortal. Or close to it. They could shift at will. Heal from almost any wound. Carry children that should have been impossible to carry." "And they're all gone now?"

Since ancient times until now, the world has been divided into two distinct species. One is humans, which is the most populous species on Earth but small, weak, and easily killed when attacked. The second is non-human species, a general term for those who are born with appearances similar to humans but are not. For example, vampires, werewolves, witches... In general, as long as it's not a normal human, it belongs in this category. In this world, humans are the smallest and have no voice. Even important positions in the state cannot find anyone who is a human to fulfill them.

Luca. For the first time since the creature's arrival, the ancient beings looked genuinely shocked. Even Elias, whose iron composure had survived the collapse of galaxies. Even the End, who had watched the birth and death of timelines without blinking. Even the Witness, whose massive, silent vigil had stood absolute since the dawn of creation. Ava noticed it immediately, and a cold, sharp fear tightened in her chest. This wasn't supposed to be possible. The First Hunger was a primordial absolute—it had existed before stars, before galaxies, before the very concept of history itself.

It had been awhile since my history on the Supernaturals and even longer since I heard of any species war. “What species war?” I asked her. “It started well over a hundred years ago. Three of the largest packs decided that they were the superior species and demanded that all else bow down to them. When they started this war they made a large choice that women were useless other than to birth heirs, thus demanding each species serve up 10 of their young women to the breeding barn. If they didn’t their village would be killed off and burnt to the ground. Several villages were burnt straight to the ground and those not killed off went underground. This practice is still going on to this day. It

Hence, the difference between the fey and fairies, the elves were the first specie to ever walk the earth," he narrated. “Wait a minute, that’s not what they taught me at church. Even scientific discovery says otherwise,” she interjected. “Everybody has their own theory about creation, same as amortals. However, one constant truth is that animals came first before humans, those ‘animals’ humans refer to are probably amortals, a highly intelligent race, that later evolved down the line to give rise to mortal humans.” She pouted her lips “So why don’t we humans have your abilities?” "Even in the world of the amortals, we are not equal. Some are stronger than others, some species are more super

Jax/ColeCommandersThe ShieldEnhanced physical resilience to the high-gravity environment. The Silver Star Years later, the city of New Oakhaven glowed like a jewel in the valley. On the highest peak, a single silver antenna pointed toward the stars. Elara stood on her balcony, watching the three moons rise. In the highest moon's shadow, she could see a faint, silver flicker—a light that moved with a rhythmic, pulsing gait. "Goodnight, Julian," she whispered. The light pulsed back. Long-short-long. The story that started in a hockey rink in a frozen city, traveled through a digital prison, and crossed the void of space, had finally reached its True Chapter One. They weren't the "Feral Six" an

Gesturing Alpha Kylo to continue. “The Luna, the myth you all have heard of, started off as a human. Not being able to transform into wolf form. Both parents were wolves, but there were no signs of her being a wolf. Getting a cut, she would take just as long as a human to heal.” Kylo’s tone went soft. Trying to gather the words. “But the myth was not just a myth. Her name was Alexandria.” Keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. “She was…” Folding his lips to hold back his tears.

He looked at the horizon and begun after a long pause. “One thing those, fictional movies are right about is, ‘you are not alone’, do you think it is just the Terrans? I mean the humans who evolved victories in such a vast universe? The only species out there? Seriously, what are the odds? There are thousands of other planets out there, and among them, hundreds of planets has species very close to humans. They could be so identical, that they have the same genetic code except for a pair of extra chromosomes, that gives them few benefits or advantage over the others” he said and glanced at my face. My heart rate spiked. “You are one of them?” I whispered, and waited for him to affirm my assum

Anya, a revered elder amongst the Guardians, now a frail yet vibrant figure, watched a young recruit train in the combat simulator. The recruit, a vibrant Xylosian with shimmering iridescent scales, weaved through a simulated asteroid field, her movements a blur of grace and agility. Anya, a flicker of amusement playing on her lips, felt a pang of nostalgia. The galaxy had evolved. Technological advancements had blurred the lines between species, with bio-engineered enhancements and advanced prosthetics becoming commonplace.