Humanity Stories Novels & Stories

Melnyk, Richard and Zafira had tirelessly struggled to come up with a plan to finish the humans. They hoped and prayed that the humans will be confident enough to come out and fight them in the open field, but unfortunately, their wish never saw the light of the day. They had situated spies almost everywhere in the kingdom of Helores, they had planned almost everything diligently, from provoking the humans by killing their species down to provoking them with a letter requesting for them to leave the city of Helores as they threatened the humans with war.

It must've been his anger. "The rest of them?" He asked himself and then shrugged. "Search for them like you did the other three hundred." "A total of seven thousand people went missing for the past four years." "Fun fact, thirty percent of those bodies are caused by wild animal attacks." He said with a snort. He didn't seem to be hiding anything but he wasn't admitting to anything either. "And the seventy percent?" "Caused by humans. Kidnappers, rapists, cults, wars, you name the rest."

my experience in the previous world would be of service! "Despite the malicious nature of humans, humanity still sees the value of unity... only when they're on the verge of death."-Author's shower thoughts.

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”

"It… corrupts." A shaking, wild smile contorted on her lips. "It feels like life." Her finger touched. The shock was immediate and complete. It wasn't painful. It was a burst of sensation, an electric flash of pure, unadulterated feeling which sluiced past every heavenly defence he had. It was the coarse texture of her skin, the dazzling heat of her blood just beneath the surface of her palm, the real humility of an honest day's work. It was the echo of all the lives that she had healed and touched. It was humanity at its finest, and it was heartbreaking.

That was when Manuel realized what I had just seen, more than the red room, more than the secret room, he was naked with my video flashed on the tv. He took the remote and turned the tv off, wore his boxers although the bulge in between his legs remained visible. Drops of sweat were falling down his body in swift moves. He was shining, more so because he is a god. “I’m sorry you have to witness that. A normal thing for every human being,” he said. With my forehead creased, I moved one step forward toward him. “Which was normal, step bro? You masturbating or you watching my video as you stroke your…” my eyes went down his hard manhood.

It was getting hard for me to breathe for some reason. "Still he kil-killed innocent people?" I stammered. "Innocent people? Humans are the biggest evil you can ever face, Sasha. You might not have experienced it and that does not mean that the world roams around your experiences. People have different stories and their answer to that is different. He bears hatred for humanity, not because he is a lunatic, it's because they have done him wrong. Not one of them, all of them."

He turned to the manager and said " clear out all those that look down on people just because of their background. We don't need people like that to purchase from our store." Forward this met to all our other stores, they won't not be allowed into any of our stores, as well as any of the stores that has partnership with us." Then he held Lucia's hand and left after taking the card from the cashier who had her mouth opened to the extent that a whole egg could fit in.

I try to convince her and she starts talking. “They came for us yesterday , took us from the streets saying they are taking us somewhere safe, they put us in trucks and paid the officer in the streets and brought us all the way here, they have killed four us already, I guess they want to feed us to something or someone, please don’t let them do that if you truly are what you say, help us, I don’t wanna die, I don’t want my daughter to die, that’s my daughter Alexa over there” she says while crying uncontrollably.

Avery is standing in a circle of strangers, all of them breathing the same "Wild-Air." "Is the 'Contract' broken, Avery?" a woman asked, her eyes wet with the same violet-light. "There is no 'Contract' anymore," Avery replied, smiling as the first "Natural-Tear" of the new world hit the ground. "There is only the 'Story' we choose to tell together." The narrative has reached the "Phase of the Universal-Truth." In every sphere of life, from the smallest village to the highest professional circles, the story of Avery Vane-Thorne is being recognized as the definitive account of how humanity chose to stay "Real."