Human Sans Novels & Stories

I was sure that little human saw me healing yesterday, as she looked shocked with that dog, but meh, she didn't ask anything today, which should be a good thing for me. "Besides, there's no point in talking to her, Nicholas. She's just like everyone else, growing old soon and dying. When you come back from the far Olympics, she will have moved up a grade or even be married. Unlike you, who live this boring life and struggle with the same thoughts," I told myself, as my breath started to get a bit tight. I don't know why, but sometimes I also wonder. Since I'm no longer human and have inhuman healing speed…Shouldn't I be 100% healthy? Why do I still have this disease?

“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.

My breath caught. The Borderland Scouts. An organization that officially shouldn't exist anymore. An organization everyone once believed consisted entirely of humans. Ordinary humans. Nothing more. Nothing less. Until reports started appearing. Reports of impossible strength. Reports of humans accomplishing things no human should have been capable of accomplishing. My hand fell away from the scratches. A cold shiver traveled down my spine. Because if this symbol truly belonged to the Borderland Scouts... Then whoever left it here wasn't just trying to contact me. They were trying to tell me something. And whatever that message was...

“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,

Chris noticed the shocked expressions coming from Francis. “What are you reading there that’s so interesting?” Chris asked. “Here, see for yourself. Look at the project overview, then look at the last page,” said Francis, handing Chris the file behind his back. Chris looked at the cover of the file. [Project Humanity’s Last Resort]. As instructed, he flipped to the last page of records.

Angelina said and pouted sadly. "It must be healed by love" Dylan said to her. "Healed! How?" Angelina asked him shockingly. "Werewolf has special ability love. Werewolves can heal themselves" Dylan said. "That means now there is no wound there?" Angelina asked him pointing at his hand. "Yes love. There is no wound there" Dylan replied. Angelina held his hand again and started removing his bandage. When she removed his bandage, her eyes went widen in shock. There was no wound there like really. His hand was completely fine.