Humans Stories Novels & Stories

he said, chuckling. His eyes twinkled in remembrance and pride. "You always told the very best stories, dad. They were so believable I believed they were real, like somehow you were involved and told me a story of what really happened. Do you believe they are real?" I asked him, gathering my backpack and laptop. We walked downstairs and I helped him brace himself. "If I am being honest about it, honey, I believe that this world is far too big for humankind to be the only thing in it," he said. "I believe that if they are real, then they are forced to hide away for protection of humankind and for their kind" He continued with a smile on his face.

“There are angels and demons in their world, yes, pretty similar to us in appearance. However, unlike us, they are of one or another kind. They are just winged humans with a limited arsenal of power. We on the other side are stronger than their archangels claim to be. Still, they are looking down on us. And sometimes you should give them a lesson. You see, our abilities are of a larger range. Plus this realm can be equally hell or paradise for humans. We can drag them here by signing contracts or by their will. We can make someone’s dreams come true or enslave them and demand a price like all fairies can do.” “And if they escape from here they talk about angels and heaven or demons and hell,

They are mostly related to training in some way, with a few that were just for fun. The fun ones were stories about this lost race of creatures called humans. These creatures were weak, with no special shifting, strength, or magical powers. But they were an interesting group. Because of their short lifespans they lived life to the fullest, and developed technology that we still use today. It is a sad story though, they destroyed themselves. You would think a race that celebrated and held such a grasp on living life they wouldn’t kill each other with such abandon. It reminds me a little of rogues, but without the bad smell.

“I thought they were weak and oblivious to the supernatural world.” “Yeah, that’s mostly the case but there are stories. Stories written by our kind and published here.” Lupa said. “Stories exposing our rituals, our existence and how to do things that humans shouldn’t know about. Most humans take the stories as fiction but there are still some that believe the stories to the extent of actually trying out the rituals. I’m thinking this human stumbled on a book about demons and decided to try it.”

Kliara replied, still ignorant about Jacob’s true purpose there with her. “What do you know about the stories?” Kliara curiously asked Jacob to hear his answer. “I heard the humans found out about the existence of the night creatures and were afraid to co-exist with them, then they did what they always do.” Jacob answered But something Jacob said caught her attention. “You said they?, by that you mean us, humans right?” Kliara had to be sure about what Jacob means. Kliara’s question made Jacob realize he almost gave himself up.

The responsibility is too diffused. More importantly, it would only reinforce Humans’ hostility toward the other two species, and there are buckets of that going around already. That’s why, after agreeing to this interview, Maddie, Lucien, and I put our heads down and workshopped a few talking points. The title of our story is An Evil Human Ex- Governor Locked Poor Little Hybrid Me in a Basement Because He Hated Peace. It’s palatable. Easy to understand. Might even allow the average Human to feel morally superior.

I, on the other hand, despite being told again and again that humans were dangerous was very curious to see the human society. I recalled dad’s story about a someone from our pack being ambushed by a human and sold to other humans. She was never heard from again. Even though that was the story told to me, my curious mind did not leave me alone for a second. I knew fully believed that all humans were these selfish heartless people. I wanted to interact and know more about them; it was if there was a whole new world to explore beyond the brick walls.

But it was the end of my misery, because that night, this human sparked life in me once again. Just one human. My human, Victoria. The END.

The man rolled down the window and asked him… “Is everything alright buddy” “Yes, would you mind parking the car at this side. I wanted to talk to you.” Keith said while pointing towards the side of the road. “Umm… Sure…” The man hesitated but thought that Keith was a poor guy and needed help so he parked the car at the side. The man came out and there was a woman inside the car. “See… I like being straightforward and I hate arguments.” The man kept quite and seemed confused. “Give me all the money you have. And before you say a single word don’t have a look at this.” Keith kept the sharp pointy edge of the knife at the mans stomach.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”