Humanure Handbook Novels & Stories

SERIES NAME : Born By Power 2 SEQUEL NAME : Up rise Of Hell CHAPTER 3 : More Than Just A Voice As she saw herself on a wide spread concreted flat table mould with sigils drawn around it. Hands and legs both spread apart as she was chained to four corners of the red dark room. Clips instantly replaced one another as varieties were seen, having what seemed to be the bloody goat-man hybrid creatures representing a specific specie of demons. And just a complete human who performed some dark magical acts on her.

What else did I have to live for? I thought of my brother Laurent; he would take over the gamma position in my stead; all those didn't seem to matter to me anymore; if Cara was not mine, then I didn't care; but if there was a tiny chance, a little possibility here, then I was willing to take my chances. A human walked up to me, but when he got close, I recognized that this was no human; this strange creature was taller than any human I had ever seen; its eyes were all black, giving it away it's inhumanity more and I could see it's claws too.

The warm, heavy spray of the water was the only thing I could feel besides the Shaman’s rough hands. I was pinned against the smooth stone of the tub, my legs spread wide, and the world was nothing but steam and his voice. He didn't just touch me; he scoured me. His large, calloused hand moved between my thighs, rubbing the thick, herbal soap into my most sensitive skin. It wasn't gentle. It was a rhythmic, aggressive scrubbing that felt like he was trying to peel away my very soul.

I smiled and pulled out a handbook from my jacket's pocket. "I know you have a lot of questions and trust me, I do not know the answer to the most of them, because I know nothing about your existence and past. So, I might not be the best person to answer your queries. And all I know, is your identity, that who you are and it's enough, so I can not help you in this," I honestly spoke. She looked at me, confused and lost. I kept the handbook beside her food plate. "This handbook is a guide about werewolves. It has all the basic details about our existence and how we function. It has every detail that you need to know at this moment atleast. Read it, and then, try to figure out, maybe you might

Kate naturally did not refuse. Afterward, Andrius wandered around the library for a while. Soon, he noticed some eye-catching books, such as ‘Guide to Inner Energy Cultivation’, ‘How to Rapidly Condense Inner Energy’, ‘In-depth Explanation of Inner Energy Fist Techniques’, ‘Essential Tips for Inner Energy Fist Techniques’, and so on. These manuals were all about inner energy and how to cultivate it. Apart from that, there were also several manuals related to martial techniques, such as ‘Fire Fist’ and ‘Sky-splitting Palm’.

Pictures of her posing with various weapons. A photo of her at an art gala, wearing a gown I designed, smiling for an interview. Every photo was meticulously dated, starting ten years ago. My fingers trembled as I reached for the file at the very bottom. A medical report. "Isabella Torrino: Nerve Damage Treatment Protocol" It stated clearly: Patient's initial nerve damage is fully reparable. However, per Mr. Vincent Torrino's directive, a placebo treatment will be administered to ensure permanent functional impairment.

In some discussions, he could order his beta to go, but today, it was different. "Fucking hunters," he cursed under his breath. He wanted to see his mate’s face and tease her, but he couldn’t. "Let's go," he said grumpily. The four of them got in the car and drove to Winter's. Winter's pack was one of their allies, and the meeting was all about the human hunters. In this age, they still exist. They're the ones who knew about the existence of werewolves, vampires, and other creatures. The sentinels spotted them on the border, and two wolves disappeared. Their suspicion was they were kidnapped and killed by the hunters.

Before he came back in, I went straight to his room. I scanned the room carefully, my fingers brushing against the edge of his bookshelf. That was when I saw it. A book. It wasn’t like the other ones. Its leather cover was black and worn, the edges uneven, as if it had been opened too many times. I picked it up, my hands trembling just a little, and flipped it open. “To become human, you must have sex with many humans and drain their energy. This will make you human… and stop you from drinking human blood.”

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”

Like unveiling. Harlan first. His skin rippled. The fur came up through his pores, dark and thick, running along his arms, his shoulders, his chest. His face lengthened. His jaw extended. Gold eyes, burning. Teeth, sharp, long. His hands became clawed, the pads on his palms rough and wide. His body grew, broader, taller, the muscles swelling, the human shape stretching to accommodate something bigger. His shirt split. His jeans ripped. And between his legs, his cock changed. Thickened. Lengthened. The shaft became ribbed, the ridges running along the top, each one a ridge of sensitive tissue. The head flared, dark red, flushed. And at the base, the knot. Swollen, round, pulsing with his hear