Human Sans Novels & Stories

Saul fussed staring somewhere ahead of him and hissed in pain when he tried to move his hand. “Do not move your right arm until the stitches heal.” Carson gravely warned Saul. “Do you know how dangerous of a man Sherlock Hanes is? He is the country's biggest criminal with a host of underworld businesses. And you went right into the devil's den like you were going to a honeymoon, without even a third person coming to know about it.” Carson complained.

My eyes are changing color as a result of my frustration and anger. Gerard Jacinto is a cunning, self-serving dimwit. I should not have relied on him to handle all of the preparations. I might have crushed that asshole's face if it hadn't been for Klaire. My fingers want to dig my sharp nails into Gerald Jacinto's face. What a demeaning, low-class human. If we are of the same kind, I can kill him for blasphemy and no one will question it, but that is not the law of men. They don't recognize me as the leader of one of the most powerful packs. They're didn't aware of our race.

“It’s not safe for you anymore.” “I know,” the brunette looked at me, exhausted. “I’ll be fine. In moments like this, I really wish one of us were a werewolf. Recovery would be so much faster. Don’t worry—I won’t give any more blood. His life is no longer in danger. Artyom is now in an induced coma to recover his body and strength. But I need to be here so the process goes faster, sharing my energy.” “It’s all so complicated,” Jasmina said sadly. “There’s so much about energies we don’t understand. Does it really work?”

KWEN! Halo yelled in my subconscious. The last she yelled snapped me out of my blind rage. My arm stopped mid air. The man's face was bloodied, and I was covered in his fluids as well. My hands began to shake. I drop the gun. I wailed. I cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. Once my tears died down, I felt numb to everything around me. I looked up and the sun looked to be on the horizon. I stood up. I looked down at the man. He seemed dead. I didn't care either way. I heard the man I knocked unconscious finally wake up. I turned to him. His eyes looked at me in horror. I didn't feel like talking, and I didn't have it in me to fight anymore.

"She's in confinement back at the old base, throwing a tantrum." "A little hardship will straighten her out. Kids need discipline when they don't listen," he added confidently. "Don't worry. Those military-grade cryopods are built like tanks. The zombies won't be able to get inside to kill her." I lunged forward, desperately trying to scream the truth in their faces. "I'm dead! You left me in your so-called military cryopod, and I froze to death!" I shouted. But my hands passed straight through Dad's body. I couldn't touch anything, nor could I make a single sound.

“Sir, are you alright? She asked with Concern and tentatively approached him, pointedly not looking down. She understood that he might be a shifter. "Go away”, the husky voice of the man Commanded. Diana instantly stopped in her tracks. Her body trembled with fear. The raw power emitting from that man is scaring her. But the man seems to be in pain. 'Sir, I can help you. You look like you need a doctor" she offered softly. Andrew even in his lust-filled haze, is impressed with the courage the human girl is showing. She is offering him help,

The audio clip started and the image began to move. “Hello survivors, my name is Daniel Shirker, President and founder of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. For those unaware, the world as you know it is over. We are entering a new world, a new age, a world of peace and freedom, but do know, you are not alone. Scattered across the United States are one hundred fifty-one bunkers containing an overall total of one million survivors. These bunkers are meant to serve as your new home. You will live here for three months. There will be enough food and water, as long as you ration properly and utilize the farm to grow food immediately. After those three months are over, the air will return to its pre

They became colder making me get goosebumps. The vortex dissipated and before us stood a man with a large strong build dressed in a black tarted robe. Black long tresses hung a around his face like a curtain. Only when he looked up could we see his face. His face was pale and he had dark orbs for eyes, and he had small horns coming out of his temples. His fangs peered out of his mouth. I swallowed, being only a few feet apart from it. " Who dares summon me!" he bellowed furiously frightening me. I didn't move and stayed composed. Blake was closely behind me but as instructed, he didn't approach me.

He scratched his right eyes, “sit here only to observe the mysterious lights and explosions from the sky then something caught on. You know we are solely created by the bounty collector to one day studied and fight beings that are exceptionally strong. However when I did my research on a certain Divine Humane.” Oh, he did some research? The injured woman thought not actually strong enough to talk for she was very much in pain then she looked up to the sky still laying facing up on the mushy large leaf. Did that fast one knew her from somewhere? “That Divine Humane was Dante Krystallo… I gathered this information not long ago,” he continued. “At a young age he was terribly sick without having

Her cry for me. “Did… did you just—?” I began, staring at her. But Harley was too terrified to respond. Her knees buckled slightly under the pressure of the man’s grip, and I surged forward again. The man sneered. “Don’t bother. What’re you gonna do? Glare me to death?” His gaze traveled over me mockingly. “Face it, Shane. You’re weaker than ever. You’ve mated with a human and hoped it would fix you. But you’re fading. You couldn’t protect her even if you tried.”