Humanure Handbook Novels & Stories

’ A shiver of revulsion ran down my spine, cooling the heat in my veins. She was right. The stories I had studied in the old tomes, the illustrations etched into forbidden books, they all spoke of Shamans and their blood-filled vessels. When I thought of the countless hybrids slaughtered to fuel these monsters, my own blood began to boil with a different kind of fire. ‘Calm yourself, human,’ Era cautioned, though her own voice trembled with feral rage. ‘Let’s see what he does now that he’s failed to catch us. Will he surrender, or will he hunt another victim tonight?’

My wolf is chanting in my head 'Mate, mate, mate!' I look around to see where the smell is coming from and lock eyes on the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her long blonde hair travels in waves down her back and her eyes are a gorgeous shade of crystal blue. Her short jean shorts let me take in her long, tan legs leading up to a scrumptious ass, lean waist with luscious hips I can't wait to sink my claws into. She turns to face me and I nearly lose my mind. Her pink tank top displays a small amount of cleavage for her ample breasts and her beautiful little mouth smiles back at me. I head in her direction, fully aware of the ridiculous smile on my face as she traces me head to toe with h

The only thing that prevents people from looking into the eyes of Small Hand is his hairstyle, which is similar to the hairstyles playboys have. After it was discarded, Small Hand took a look at it and then took Kyle's hand and placed it on his body while asking, "Want to touch my body for a while now?" Kyle gritted his teeth in order to hold on and not reveal the revolting feelings he was currently experiencing. He moved Small Hand closer to the shelf while nodding his head. One of his hands reached out and touched him in order to get Small Hand's attention. The other hand carefully opened the lid of the stimulating medicine jar, poured out the contents, and then finally replaced it with a

"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

"Remember what you are." I woke gasping, my heart hammering against my ribs. Dawn light filtered through the curtains, and I raised my hand to push the hair from my face. My hand that wasn't quite a hand anymore. My fingers had stretched, darkened. Black claws extended where my nails should be. As I watched in horror, they slowly retracted, my hand shrinking back to human form like a nightmare in reverse. I sat there shaking, staring at my normal human fingers, as one thought echoed through my mind:

It was because of that, that I accepted to do this—to try and atone for my mistakes. With a long sigh, I started unpacking. I didn’t bring much so I knew it wouldn’t take too long. After hanging my clothes in the wardrobe, I put my shoes on their rack and then I put my books, files, and laptop on the table in the bedroom. When I laid down the books, something sticking out of the pages caught my attention and I pulled it out. It was a photo of a woman with a charming smile, sunny brown hair, a pair of sneakers, and a crown made of flower petals on her head.

I answered His frown deepened “Surely he can’t be in support of it” “He is not, but that doesn’t mean I can’t learn more about it. Please tell me what’s involved, this book doesn’t say much” He set down the medical box and opened it, “The books don’t say much because human mates don't occur often and only a few do the conversion. One hasn’t been done in at least 50 years now” He took out some bottles from the box and came to where I sat. He examined my injury “These will heal up in no time. I prepared an ointment for it”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

hr soar and pushed two of his fingers into me without any warning. I cried out. "Yes,” he grinned. “The greedy hole is still loose from yesterday, always ready to be fucked I guess?" His hands were pumping my ass hole slowly and the pleasure that it brought to me was insanely good. "Please," I begged. "Please what?" He asked me even as he added a third finger there and stretched my hole roughly. "Use your words with me, disobedient slut." I swallowed hard. "Please fuck me Michael,” I cried out. “Please I need your cock."

*BOOM* *Roar* With a monstrous roar Elder Hanuman’s figure grew larger by a meter and his clothes were forcefully ripped off. His arms grew to twice their size and his legs same. Fur grew all over his body and his face morphed into one that was greatly similar to a monkey’s. A tail protruded out of his back and waved lightly in the wind as the golden eyes of the elder became purple red. The phantom rod in his hand became more opaque, resembling a golden pillar with strange symbols inscribed all over it. “I don’t feel stuffy anymore,” Monkey God Hanuman laughed boisterously and gripped his rod. With a deep breath he drew it back and swung it powerfully towards the incoming sword light, direct