Humanure Handbook Novels & Stories

The audio clip started and the image began to move. “Hello survivors, my name is Daniel Shirker, President and founder of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. For those unaware, the world as you know it is over. We are entering a new world, a new age, a world of peace and freedom, but do know, you are not alone. Scattered across the United States are one hundred fifty-one bunkers containing an overall total of one million survivors. These bunkers are meant to serve as your new home. You will live here for three months. There will be enough food and water, as long as you ration properly and utilize the farm to grow food immediately. After those three months are over, the air will return to its pre

Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing. "Who are you?" Stuart queried, touching her shoulder. She turned her body towards him. In the velvety embrace of darkness, she emerged, a captivating enigma draped in shadows. Moonlight traced the contours of her mystery, casting a soft glow on elusive features. Ebony tendrils frame a face veiled in an air of intrigue, eyes gleaming like distant stars, windows to an enigmatic universe. Her silhouette danced with the unknown, a symphony of secrets whispered by the night. A delicate whisper of mystery enveloped her, a chiaroscuro masterpiece painted with whispers of the unseen. In the dark, she was an ethereal tape

, the brunette explained. "Since coming to Earth, we have learned a lot from humans. We can experience different emotions, we’re no longer so naive, we’ve developed new character traits, better understand the nature of good and evil in people, and we’ve discovered sex!", the oracle laughed. "On our home planet, everything was purely platonic, on the highest energetic and spiritual level. Our original physiology did not involve sex. We would touch each other, exchange energies — it was very pleasant, but nothing compared to earthly pleasures with your mate, especially when you are with your true partner."

"Congratulations to our guest in Suite No. 3 on winning this Earthly-tier cultivation manual." Shortly after, a female attendant brought the manual over to Andrew's suite. He opened the beautifully packaged box and carefully unrolled the ancient parchment containing the cultivation technique, studying it intently. Gradually, a satisfied smile spread across his face. "Now this is something special!" The manual was fascinating. It had miraculous effects for those with fire-type energy. However, if someone without that affinity tried to train with it, it would backfire badly. For instance, anyone with water-type energy who attempted to master it would suffer internal backlash, their energy core

"We worked for eons to clean the universe, to make it a place of 'Pure-Harmonious-Potential,' and you want to turn it back into a 'Pit'! Why would you choose to 'Hurt' your hands?" Elen held up a newly forged hammer, her silica-skin stained with the first "Real-Grease" the planet had seen in a million years. "Because the 'Hurt' is how I know I’m 'Distinct' from the world, Kiri. In the 'Hum,' I am just a wave. With this hammer, I am a 'Maker.' We aren't regressing. We’re 'Completing-the-Circuit.' We’re bringing the 'Spirit' back into the 'Bone'."

But tonight was the first night it was close. When Gunther and I returned from playing with Aurum we were in high spirits. Her first training went well. The entire day was good. That morning we’d playfully introduced the butt plug to her. I still get hard thinking about her awkward waddle as she passed me to leave the room. She was visibly uncomfortable but not in pain. We’d made sure of that, it was only a small plug and we’d used plenty of lube. “The humans need to use things like lube as they don’t have a wolf to heal their fragile bodies.” Gunther wisely reminds me pretending he knows more than I do about the subject.

Hana gently pushed open the door to the first room; the inside was empty but looking at the high racks of tools hanging on the wall made Hana's eyes widen in surprise. Ms. Rael's sermons talk about werewolf magic and the crimes of the human type when they view werewolves as criminals because of differences. So torture methods such as electric shock, drawing blood to death, rat bites, and smashing every bone ... Hana still thinks they only exist in books. But no, all the torture devices Hana had seen in the books now appeared clearly before Hana's eyes.

~ Rayna ~ The dream started off as a simple scene where the twin healers Lady Tara and Lady Sierra taught me how to heal using the energy in my hand. I was a simple human, with clearly no magic within me, but my palm felt warm and a neon yellow glow emitted as I brought them together close to an almost lifeless half-humanoid, half-wolf creature—a lycan as per the twins—with fur the blackest of black. It was lying on the ground with its head pillowed by dried leaves, so frail looking despite how monstrous it appeared.

It was so terrifyingly close to human, and yet so utterly, nightmarishly not. I narrowed my focus, pulling on the wellspring of my mana. A familiar heat bloomed in my palm, coalescing into a blade of shimmering lavender-pink energy. Dropping the shield, I swung the mana-sword at the creature's arm, severing it at the wrist. The dismembered hand dissolved into a cloud of writhing shadows that immediately snaked back to the stump, reforming the limb in an instant.

he whispers, and I sink my claws into her back. She screams, and he attempts to grab my hands, but Kohn is on him quickly. All human thought leaves as I begin to scent the room in hopes of catching Amber's smell. My cock grows into a massive solid rod, and my attention drifts down to the warm female shivering and struggling before me.