Humans Stories Novels & Stories

This journey of writing has been a voyage of self-discovery, where I have learned as much about myself as I have about the craft of storytelling. I believe that stories are the threads that weave our shared human experience. They have the power to transcend cultural, geographical, and temporal boundaries, reminding us of our common humanity. Whether through the written word, oral tradition, or digital mediums, stories connect us, inspire us, and challenge us to grow. It is my hope that my words will find a resonance with readers, that they will evoke emotions, provoke thoughts, and spark conversations.

I asked. “Because you’re living through something everyone else only watches.” She was right. People watched, they speculated, they created theories, they picked sides and then they went home. I had to keep living it every single day with every headline, every accusation, every photograph, every question, every reminder of the baby we had lost. I tightened my grip around the coffee cup. “I don’t think people realize there are actual human beings behind those stories.” Jasmine looked at me. “I think they forget.”

“Thank you for your support. I’m surprised to see you here so early. In that case, I’ll start with some news about humans.” The storyteller was not only eloquent but also had many sources of information, so he could find out many things in advance. Just like a gossip station, the people here could hear a lot of news from him. “Everyone is saying that humans are causing trouble. Tell us what they're planning!” someone in the audience roared. Everyone tried to look for the speaker but saw no one. They wondered who would be interested in this topic. The storyteller smiled and nodded calmly.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

He wouldn’t say anything for a few seconds, waiting for me to question his words, however, I didn’t even understand what he was talking about to question him, and I wasn’t even the type of girl to question what he said or decided “I had always hated the humans for what they did to our people, I regret hurting them Kiara, I tried to make peace with them way too many times. But they never listened, they constantly went after our people…” “What are you talking about Klaus?” I frowned in confusion pulling away from Klaus and looking him in the eye. “The humans had hurt my people for a long time, when they saw themselves as weak, they took my people and experimented on them. They would make them

Julian said. "Then that is where we start." I looked at both of them. "We need stories. Real ones. People willing to be named, willing to be seen. Supernaturals who have been part of human communities, who have saved lives, built things, raised children alongside human neighbors." I looked at Julian. "You have two hundred years of contacts. Find them." "Already started," he said. I looked at Darion. He was watching me with that open expression again, the one he could not quite contain when I was moving fast and certain through something, and I felt it land somewhere warm and inconvenient in the middle of my chest.

“It’s curious that in all this time you haven’t questioned who I was before I met you and why I’m collaborating with the hunters.” My eyes narrowed. I’d never asked, precisely because I didn’t care much as long as he was useful, and at that point, I was already starting to get fed up. “I’m not interested in your story,” I snapped without further ado. Herman smiled even more. “Many centuries ago, humans weren’t the only ones who hunted,” he said, and I frowned. “And during the last war, everyone was too busy to notice us witches doing the dirty work, so no one recorded us. Humans tell beautiful stories about heroes and monsters, but they forget the men who worked in the shadows.”

She barely noticed a mini-bar when her breath hitched upon noticing Aiden approaching her. "Aiden-" "Shut up and listen," his deep cold voice floated in the air and landed on her constricting chest. "Let me tell you a story," Aiden rounded her, eyes boring holes in her skull. "Once upon a time, there was a tribe who lived happily in the world. They were very few but stronger than any kind. Humans happened to find them, they got mad. Humans began killing them and abducting them. Those people faced torture for years before they finally decided to end it for good. Those people began hunting their killers."

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Alyssa said " Scared? Of what?? " Luther teased " Are you kidding?? Am sure am the only human here " She said and Luther scoffed " No one is going to hurt you Alyssa,,how many times do I have to tell you that?? " Luther groaned " Are you sure ??" She asked " I don't lie,, am not human " Luther said " You mean,,humans always lie??" " Let's start from you " Luther said and she chuckled " Am sorry if I lied to you " She said