God Human Animal Machine Novels & Stories

I snap, and he moves back to the same spot as before. "Amber, I would kill members in the past for speaking to me how Kohn just did. You were present when I punished a female member...This is an improvement. And this is how animals work. You have to accept I am half-animal. I always will be. Unless the Goddess decides to lift her curse," he mumbles, and I stare at him while taking in his words. He has a point. They aren't human, and they follow a different set of rules than humans do...

I said. ​"Perspective is everything," Sterling replied. "To me, it feels like an investment finally maturing. Do you have any idea what you are, Elara? Silas Thorne wanted to build a god in a machine. He failed because machines have limits. They overheat. They can be hacked. But a human nervous system... that’s a different story." ​"I'm not a hard drive, Arthur." ​"No, you're a processor. The code didn't just store itself in you; it’s optimizing you. Your synapses are firing at three times the normal rate. Your visual cortex is rewriting itself to interpret data-streams as light. You are the first truly organic interface in history."

The audio was distorted, a crackling frequency that scraped against my nerves. "You wanted to preserve life, Asset. Here is the trade. Destroy the machine to save your Pack. But to kill the machine... you must extinguish the batteries." A harsh, dry laugh vibrated through the air. "That is the somatic weight of a Queen. Can you survive the guilt?" The machine lunged.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

Alexander's POV “I am going to get my wedding dress *weird emoji*”. I stared at the message and did not know when I had started to smile. “Boss, are you listening, I said the operation in two famous countries in Africa turned out successful”, Roderick repeated. I had put him in charge of most of the cocaine movements in Africa, and I was happy that most of his operations were successful. It made me the most powerful Mafia boss to ever exist. I operated world-wide. No continent was left untouched.

We get out of the car and just as my door closes, the red one of the cottage opens and a tall, muscular man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes smiles tiredly at us. "Luna!" He yells. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Callum. Your Gamma. As soon as we get our little sprout on a normal schedule I will be your right hand." I bounce up the stairs and pull him into a hug. He looks exhausted and I have nothing but warm feelings for him. "It's nice to meet you too! Now where is the little troublemaker? According to Sam I can be of some assistance." He smiles and leads me into the cottage.

Never have I bothered until now. She nods taking it in, “So, I have a soul and you have an essram and yet I am your soulmate or… what was the word you used?” “Animai.” “Yes, that. There are six other Gods, why would you be saddled with a human?” she asks in confusion.

Blaze ordered. “Yes, Alpha,” they said in unison. Blaze dismissed the three of them and only Caleb remained in the room with him. “She's a human,” Caleb said. “I didn’t know humans and werewolves can be mates,” he added seriously. “I know. Like you, I couldn’t believe it at first,” Blaze confessed honestly and sat on the armchair. “But she’s my mate, the one that great Moon Goddess had given to me. I don’t care if she’s a human, I will still love her,” he added seriously. Caleb heave a sigh and tapped his shoulder. It’s his way of saying that he supports his Alpha no matter what his decisions will be. It may be a first in their history but Blaze doesn’t care about that. He’s prepared for the

I could hear her breathing on the other side—soft, rhythmic, the sound of someone who believed the night meant something. It means nothing, I told myself. It was a system error. An anomaly. A tactical failure. The beast was contained. The protocols were being reloaded. I was ready to go to war against the memory of the man I had been for the last twelve hours. I reached for the handle, my hand steady, cold, and entirely devoid of the trembling that had defined my touch only hours before. I was Peter Lawrence. The Architect. The Machine. And I was going to destroy the only thing that had ever made me feel human, simply because I was too terrified to let her see that I was already broken.

The heavy door of the cryopod slammed shut right in front of my face. Freezing mist instantly enveloped me, blurring everything outside into a hazy smear. I pounded on the reinforced door with all my might until my palms turned bright red from the impact. "Dad! Mom! I didn't mean to! I'll never do it again!" I screamed. "Please, let me out!" Mom's voice cut through the thick walls of the pod. "Oh, now you're sorry? Too late!" she snapped. "Beckett has a fragile constitution. His immune system is much weaker than yours. You stole his high-energy nutrient meals. Were you trying to kill him? You're going to stay in there and think about what you've done!"