Human Bowser Novels & Stories

He’s a strong wolf but he’s not even a beta. I could feel us getting closer when the smell of blood hit my nose. I pushed Rain to go as hard as she can. I could smell hers and Jennies fear swirling in the air. I saw Sairos body up ahead, he still hasn’t shifted back to his human. I slowed Rain down as we approached. The stench of the bear was everywhere. I tightened the reins on Rain and circled. Sairo was barely breathing and he couldn’t connect through the mind link. I went to dismount when I saw him. He had shifted back to his human form was running full speed at us. I drew my arrow and fired off a bow but he dodged it. Jennie was now yelling my name. The attacker getting closer, then he

With something feral and electric humming under my skin. Another growl sounded deeper, commanding. The wolves froze. A figure stepped from the shadows. Not a wolf. Not entirely human either. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, his eyes a molten gold that pinned me in place. His presence pressed down on the clearing like gravity itself. The other wolves lowered their heads instinctively. A rogue, my mind whispered, though I had no idea how I knew. He looked at me the way a hunter looks at prey and then the way a man looks at something that shouldn’t exist.

I asked hazily, "I thought I had to get married to pass this dungeon…" "Yeah. You have to marry the Sea God." Cyrus' lips kept trailing south the whole time. I could vaguely see a red tuxedo materializing on his upper body. That was when I suddenly recalled the Sea God's statue in the chapel. It had countless tentacles forming its lower body. Did that mean Cyrus was the Sea God? My boyfriend wasn't just an NPC in the survival game—he was also the final boss? As soon as that thought popped into my mind, I felt myself getting enveloped by the water and the tentacles. I could also hear Cyrus' enchanting voice.

Dami glared at Shina. "Okay. So...Those identities exists. I mean those three people are real. They're the current CEO of his companies. He lives a ghost life,he lives a life that only his name is feared, nobody knows he owns all these. nobody knows his face or do you?" Shina asked everyone in the room. "No" Johnmoore replied. Everyone in the room looked at him.

He was clapping his hands with a mischievous grin on his face. "BRIAN", Idris growled and just the growl made the ground tremble. "Idris you don't have to fight", Another voice intervened. By the look, he was old and he seemed to be Idris and Brian's father. "Let's go in the meeting, the advisors are gonna decide whether to have a human Luna or not", He went on before throwing up a glance in my way. When I felt his glance at me, l didn't smile. I knew it that he didn't like me so pretending to be nice was useless.

’ 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.’ *****

he added. Bowser's eyes widened. “I-I’m sorry, boss,” he said as his hand started to tremble because of fear. The guy named Basilisk then gave the handgun to the old man. The old man then caresses the cold metal in his hands. “If you won’t stop doing reckless things, Bowser, I’m sorry if one day, you’ll head will be blown out of your body.” There’s a warning tone in the old man’s voice. Bowser didn’t dare to speak again.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

-Hello- I greet her when we separate smiling. - Hi little girl, come in, here- she says and gives me some candies. I smile wistfully, hug her again and give her a kiss on her forehead since I'm taller than her. I enter the gym eating one of the candies. It is full. I walk up to Bob who is training a hazel-eyed brunette boy, he will be about seventeen. -Hi- I say still holding the candy in my mouth. He smiles at me and hugs me. -Rose is already spoiling you- he says pretending to be angry.