Human By Jon Bellion Novels & Stories

The bond tightened like a vow and Nero went perfectly still inside. "Luna..." he purred, deep with satisfaction. Behind me, the house didn't stay silent for long. The whispers started like a draft under a door. It was soft at first, then it slipped into every corner, every stairwell, every shadowed hallway. "You've got to be kidding me..." "Really? A human?" "This isn't right..." "No... No that can't be. The Moon Goddess wouldn't." "It's blasphemy." The last word hissed like a curse.

And then the statement became a song for him and soon enough I joined in and we danced around the room for a few minutes. It was noon and I hadn’t gotten a call from her, she hadn’t returned my calls either and I could feel worry hovering around my chest. I picked up my phone and dialled her number again. It rang but there was no response. Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong. I mind-linked Tarrell immediately, I needed him to find what the problem was. “What’s up Happy Man?” He said while still running. “She is not responding to my calls and messages. Do you know anything?” I asked.

For a brief moment, the tycoon had vanished, and in his stead was just a man—a man who had discovered something to be funny about. It was more intimate than seeing him battered in the rain in New Orleans. That had been a glimpse of pain. This was a glimpse of. Happiness? Humor? Humanity. It was a crack in the intimidating façade, and behind that crack, Jonah had seen something real, something unstrategic. He finally stood and strode back to his own smaller office, his mind reeling. He half-expected a call, a cold debriefing about unprofessional conduct. None. An hour went by, and Jonah was going to head out when his phone buzzed. A text from Eleanor.

Curtis asked. The mysterious man reached out his left hand and summoned an 8-foot guitar with a crimson exterior and an ax built on the left side of it. “You, gentlemen, may call me Soundhound.” As Curtis and Ronnie met Soundhound, Taylor and Bonnie climbed to the rooftop of his house. The peaceful breeze and skyline view from the condo eased his mind as he prepared to confess his overwhelming secret to his new purser. “Wow, you can see the whole town from this place,” Bonnie said.

The stranger helped me up while I brushed the dirt from my pants, and oddly, I noticed that being hit to the ground with a six-year-old’s frisbee wasn’t my worst moment. “I see you’re still falling head over heels for me, Vic,” my rescuer said as I stumbled over my feet. I froze. That voice... Swerving around, my suspicions were confirmed as I stared at the man I hadn’t seen in ages. “Jonah?” *Flashback* “So you have to go?” I asked on the brink of crying, which said a lot since I didn’t cry—ever. He sighed. “Yes, Vic. It’s hard, but I’ll be back before you know it,” he whispered, gripping my hands in his large ones. I simply nodded in understanding as I hugged him one last time.

And she was entirely, undeniably human. No pack scent. No supernatural aura. Just fragile, pulsing, beautiful humanity. A human. The Moon Goddess had paired the most lethal Alpha in the country with a human. The elders like Silas would call it a disgrace. A fatal vulnerability. They would demand her dead. Roman’s grip tightened imperceptibly on her arms. Let them try, he thought, a wave of ruthless, possessive darkness flooding his veins. "Excuse me," a sharp, highly irritated voice broke through his murderous haze.

Max leaned over the table and reached for a button on the machine. “Wait, before you do that. Don’t you think we should wait for Heather to wake up first? She deserves to hear this message just as much as anyone else,” shouted Chris. “You’re right,” said Max in reply. “Then why don’t we introduce ourselves. We should get to know each other, because after all, we’re stuck with each other for a long time.” Max pointed at the man in his thirties. “Why don’t you go first.” “My name is Jackson Bucksbin,” the man said.

Ignoring Mark's messages I text my gamma Zack. Sam: hey man I know it's late but do you want to get away for awhile? Zach: yeah man, anything good? Sam: what would you say to a camping trip? It's to protect a couple of people that are close to me, but there's also humans there to so no shifting. Oh and Mark is a warlock and Rilly is a human. Oh and Zach Dylan is there to so watch him. Zach: ok can you send me pictures of whom I'm looking out for?

It should never hurt me to hear him with a woman. "Jolene, I have explained several times.....You are an easy fuck. A thing I use to relax and find pleasure. I don't need to explain myself to you," the monster growls, and I hear the girl make a sad, whimpering sound that makes me feel sorry for her. I hear her heels hit the floor again as she walks past my closet. But I don't hear the door to his room close. "I guess you are into humans now," she growls, and he roars.