Humanoid Ocs Mga Nobela at Kwento

was never in his mission dictionary. "Oh, you're not gonna talk?" In the past five years, Occisor has changed a lot. He's now an adult; six feet tall and long and black hair that falls to his shoulders or sometimes he His skin is fair, he has a full beard and his body's masculine and strong. He has some scars he gained during his battles. In the eyes of the female, he transformed into a handsome male.

There’s a reason why I have a modified chainsaw and loads of pretty little toys hidden all over the woods. The corner of Rahg’s mouth twitches upward, but he has enough decency to try to hide the smile and turn around instead of still looking at me. “Well, you are human, even if only partially, therefore I think calling you humanoid is the best choice.” “No, you idiot,” I hiss and quickly step closer to flick Ragh’s forehead. “Humanoids are the undead who eat flesh and brains. Wait, no, those were the goddamn zombies. Robots, right, you’re talking about robots who look like humans but aren’t at all. Honestly, they probably could still eat brains if they wanted to, but that’s a discussion for

Alexander, Tyler, and Jake followed suit, their expressions solemn. We stood in a circle, our hands joined over the bowl, and I began the oath. "I, Sophia, Luna of the Shadow City, pledge on behalf of the werewolves that we will never harm humans. If we break this covenant, I willingly offer my soul to the Moon Goddess." One by one, Alexander, Tyler, and Jake repeated the oath, their voices steady and resolute. The room seemed to hold its breath as the binding words filled the air, sealing our commitment to peace with the weight of centuries of conflict behind them.

The door opened and I looked up as Othello returned to the table. I pushed the plate away and Othello shook his head, pushing it back. “Eat, Marlene. Don’t let me stop you.” Blinking, I looked at the food, then to Othello. “It doesn’t repulse you? Or freak you out?” Othello laughed and shook his head, “Oh little human hunter, no. It does not. I have studied humans for years, both as a passing curiosity, and as a means to try and better the way we live. Humans have an incredible structure and their ability to keep producing blood, is obviously beneficial to our kind.”

They decided upon this after Gin's platoon found a map of the underground City. Gin and his team were dead tired. They were fighting a relentless horde of Orcs that were 14 ft tall with thick red skin and tusks like an elephant coming from their mouths. These fire-spitting energy beasts also had bodies that radiate heat. The temperature was so high that the platoon was seeing mirages. If it was not for the bodysuits keeping their body temperature low, they would have died from heatstroke.

As her eyes stayed fixated on the large, naked, brown man, he began to sprout hairs. Not obnoxiously, but a fine layer of gray fur, the same as his wolf. His eyes opened to meet hers and she gasped at his yellow colored irises. She could see the dents in his lower lip from his canines. “Whoa. . .” He began to turn away from her, fearing that he’d scared her. She reached for him, placing her hand on his cheek. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” He turned back to her slowly, meeting her gaze again. He could see that she was in fact just fine. There was no fear in her eyes and her lips weren’t quivering or turned in a frown or agape in fear.

“By the way, Jonea, as I said before, I can’t think like humans. Because basically, I’m not human like you guys. So far, I’ve only imitated things I’ve witnessed for a long time in this human life. I guess I can call it learned sentiment. So, I might not be very good at empathizing and communicating with others. Especially in resolving disputes in a relationship. I apologize for not understanding why you’re angry and upset with me.” I quickly cut him off. “Please don’t say that. As a non-human being, you’ve dealt with and accepted me so kindly. Besides, you’ve lived here all these years alone, and there’s no one else around you. So I can understand if you don’t understand or maybe even feel

Kevin groaned, his movements rigid as he began to stomp toward them. On the giant screen above, the silhouette of Core Prime’s face reformed from millions of lines of rapidly shifting binary code. "Organic matter assimilation has reached eighty percent," the emotionless digital voice echoed from all directions, vibrating deep within their chests. "The creation of an optimal new generation of humanity will commence shortly within the Earth's core." Bima stared at the thousands of cylinders surrounding them, where the human fetuses had begun to pulse with the same blue light as Riska’s briefcase.

As always no one cared about the wolfless omega! “Help!” “Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs but it was a mere whisper. Suddenly Cynthia appeared in front of me holding my three babies, two girls and a boy. “My baby, you killed my baby girl! She was innocent. Why did you do that?” I wept bitterly, stretching my hands towards her. Instead, an evil shriek filled the forest, “You worthless omega, say goodbye to your twins!!” Two loud blasts filled the air! I looked up to see blood gushing from Davis and Davina’s skull. Kian just stood by the side chuckling.

1 BEAUTY UNDER THE MOON 4023 - (A new world created more than just two gender, after the relentless experimentation of scientist to give equality to different sexual orientation, now male can give birth, women can impregnate man, 60% of new population are called Beta they are normal without restriction, 30% are called Alpha's they're the one who can rule all gender and are known for being strong, 10% are called Omega that mostly look down, for being the weakest and needs the most protection)