Inhuman Novels & Stories

I'm betrothed to Hylton Miller from the moment I'm born. For as long as I can remember, he protects and loves me like I'm already his wife. Even if I get a tiny splinter on my hand, he holds it carefully as he gently clips it away. That is, until the young woman his family sponsors offends a client and is about to be sent to Zubania. He drugs me with a glass of wine. When I wake up, I'm in a foreign country and trapped in an illegal factory. Here, I endure inhuman abuse, torment, even humiliation... At my lowest, when despair almost swallows me whole, that sponsored young woman appears before me in a pristine, custom-made white gown. She smiles sweetly and presses the play button on a voice recording. And from the speaker comes the voice I long for every day and night. "It's fine. Alina's the young lady of the Winslet family—they won't do anything to her. But Priscilla? She's different. Worst case, I'll make it up to Alina when she gets back…" In that moment, it feels like someone tears my heart open with their bare hands.

In a world where humans are more like slaves, Elena found herself at the mercy of Zadian, A ruthless Alpha, known for his hatred for rogues and Humans, she was human. His woman. Zadian was nothing like any man she has ever encountered before and this will make her very afraid of him, that and his very obvious dislike for humans. Never in her life did Elena think a harmless research visit to her father's research lab will be the start of her doom. This story's main idea is a love between a werewolf that was thought to be a monster, forced to become almost inhuman for the survival of his pack and a girl from a different world who might be the very key to stopping the war going on between humans and werewolves. Will she ever be brave enough to tame the beast who’s bent on making her his? How will Elena adjust to her new life knowing that well everyone there hated her and wanted her dead? Was she capable of ever loving the monster than Zadian was despite everything he does goes against not only her beliefs but her morals as well? This isn’t a sweet love story, it’s a story as dark as night, a thrilling exciting story that will have readers questioning their morals and rooting for what they may deemed questionable! Elena's life will be changed forever, but was it for the better or…worse?

When Dr. Elara Voss signs a blood pact with the reclusive Wolf King to save her brother from Lycanthropy, she expects a clinical transaction—not the scorching bond that sears her veins under the full moon. The terms are simple: one year of her life to bear his hybrid heir, in exchange for the serum that will cure her brother. But the Wolf King’s golden gaze holds shadows older than the forest, and his touch awakens a primal hunger she never knew existed. With each lunar cycle, Elara’s body betrays her. Her senses sharpen to inhuman levels, her skin hums at his proximity, and her dreams spiral into vivid, forbidden fantasies. Yet the closer she gets to the King, the clearer it becomes that their pact is no ordinary contract. It’s a trap—one that binds her soul to his, and forces her to confront the truth: the serum she needs might not exist. As the pack’s ancient enemies close in, Elara must navigate a world of shifting loyalties, where every ally hides a fanged secret and the line between predator and prey blurs. When the King’s true motives emerge—along with a curse that could destroy them both—Elara must decide: is she a prisoner of her own desperation… or the key to breaking a thousand-year-old chain of bloodshed?

Hunter Webster is the Alpha's son; the next Alpha in line once he turns 18 but to humans, he's just the mayor's son, a bad boy and an embodiment of trouble. Hunter has a secret; his bad-boy attitude was just a cover-up for the grave sin he's committing until a girl from his past came into the picture, ready to win over his heart and unravel his darkest secrets.Babara Arnold attracts trouble everywhere she gets to, even if it is at school or home. She meets Hunter Webster after several years and in the process of trying to avoid the bad boy, she keeps on getting thrown into his hands. "What are you doing here?" I asked. I could hear murmuring around us."Eating, just like you three" he replied"You can't sit here," I warned."Why?" "You're trouble," I replied."Is that surprising? You see me in leather jackets, bikes and I have tattoos as well. Isn't that enough to let you know that boys like that are usually trouble? You don't have to state the obvious, Babe" He answered. "You need to leave" "If you want your cousin to be safe, you'll sit like the good girl that you are and have breakfast" He warned.I turned to look at Pinky and I could see the discomfort on her face. The guys with her waved at me to my disgust."Sit Babara. Don't make me hurt somebody else today? Yesterday was enough for me," He growled in an inhuman manner.

Aria Moonclaw was the cherished daughter of Alpha Mason Moonclaw, leader of the Silverfang Pack. After losing his beloved mate, Mason poured every drop of love and hope into Aria, training her to become something their pack had never known a female Alpha. The elders scoffed, the traditions forbade it, but Mason’s faith never wavered. Aria would prove them all wrong. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday the night before her awakening , Aria longed for one final taste of freedom. Slipping beyond the pack’s borders, she chased a white rabbit into the forest, unaware that fate was luring her into darkness. Beneath the silver light of the moon she once adored, her life shattered. A stranger emerged from the shadows powerful, ruthless, inhuman and in moments, her world was torn apart. Broken but alive, Aria stumbled back under the cruel gaze of the moon, her body bruised, her spirit splintered, and a mysterious crest glowing faintly on her wrist, a mark bound to destiny itself. What she thought was a human attack hides a deeper, older truth her assailant was no mortal, but a creature of royal blood. Soon after, Aria’s reality unravels again when the man she calls father reveals a devastating secret she is not his blood, nor the child of Silverfang by birth. Now, with betrayal in her veins and a mark she doesn’t understand, Aria must rise above pain, prejudice, and prophecy. For the Moon Goddess has chosen her not just to lead, but to face the darkness that claimed her… and to uncover who she truly is.

WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN STEAMY AND SEXUAL CONTENT WHICH IS STRICTLY NOT FOR KIDS UNDER +18 . "Bryce!". I screamed as I feel his huge cap nudge at the entrance of my womanhood. He groaned as he pressed in deeper before he slides into my wet entrance. My walls clenched around him while he stretched my inner muscles as he kept pushing deep inside me. "Please". I cried and placed the tip of my finger down at his waist in an effort to push myself away from him. "Please". I begged but he only retracted his hip and thrusted into me fully, deeper, stretching me wide enough to accommodate his full length. . He is the handsome, sexy and heartless devil. The sinner. She is the purest, innocent and beautiful angel. Two polar opposites, one single attraction. *** Having lived in the convent all her life, Hera Whitson manages to secure a job as a maid in the household of Bryce Donovan. The inhuman sex god that has the entire female population at his feet. He lives for sex, he celebrates and relish the electricity of it with every fibre of his being and sees no better reason for being alive. One look at Hera and Bryce is smitten. She is like an addictive drug, a moth to a flame and he will do anything to get burned by her. Relinquished by her heat. What happens when Hera finds herself battling against her principles and sexual attraction for Bryce? Will she be caught in the web of Bryce's twisted game of lust?

'God, I'm late again!' Jane thought as she hurried through the streets. 'Mr. Smith is going to be so mad!' She decided to take a shortcut through some back alleys that she would normally rather avoid. Suddenly, she heard a series of whimpers, thumps, and yelps coming from another alley nearby. It sounded like a dog in pain, being beaten by something heavy 'Maybe if I make a noise, whatever is attacking that dog will get scared and run.' She stopped. She had just peaked her head around the corner and saw not one but two . . . men? . . . standing at the other end of a dead-end alley and overlooking a very large, furry pile of animals that seemed to be twitching. Normally, Jane would have been filled with terror at that moment, but terror was normally reserved for those with something to lose. There was a part of Jane, however, that still clung to the charade that was her life. Her hands began to tremble and her lungs released a scarcely audible gasp. Then the two standing figures turned and faced the end of the alley where Jane was hiding. "I'm going to call the police!" she shouted, lacking anything better to say. One of the figures shook his head and smiled. All his teeth seemed to be far too pointy. "That would be a very . . . terrible . . . mistake," he hissed, his words escaping his mouth like dead air from a pharaoh's tomb. And then both of them headed towards her at an inhuman pace. "No," one of them rasped. "Finish it. I'll get the girl." The other one stopped and snarled some kind of response.

Ayla Dyer has always felt different. Abandoned as a child and starved of real belonging, she has learned to survive on scraps of love, clinging to a toxic boyfriend because even pain feels safer than being alone. But when her reckless best friend starts digging into rumours of brutal attacks and men who seem just a little too inhuman, Ayla is dragged toward a secret world hidden beneath the modern city. Lucas Blackthorn is the last man she should want. Dark, dominant, and fiercely loyal to his pack, he belongs to a brutal species that has lived beside humanity for centuries, concealed behind blood, instinct, and violence. He should not be drawn to Ayla. Yet from the moment he meets her, nothing about her makes sense. Her scent is wrong. Her presence is intoxicating. And the deeper he is pulled toward her, the more dangerous she becomes. As enemies close in and a savage rival pack rises from the shadows, Ayla finds herself hunted by forces she does not understand. Because she is not just an ordinary girl caught between monsters. She may be the key to an ancient bloodline, a buried war, and a destiny powerful enough to reshape their world. Thrown into a dark world of obsession, betrayal, captivity, and predatory desire, Ayla and Lucas must decide whether to fight the pull between them or surrender to it. But in a world ruled by instinct and blood, love is never gentle, and being claimed by the wrong man could cost Ayla everything. Content warning: This novel contains material that some readers may find distressing, including sexually explicit scenes, detailed graphic violence, bloodshed, captivity, coercive sexual threat, drug use, and emotionally abusive relationships.

After an argument with my wife, Joan Newman, I momentarily stepped out of the car to pick up a package. When I returned, our son, Jimmy Newman, was gone. From that moment, I searched for him like a madman. Each waking hour was consumed by guilt. My mother-in-law blamed me. My mother cried herself to sleep. Joan jabbed a finger at my head and screamed, “Why are you still alive? If you don’t find our son, I’m divorcing you!” From that day forward, for four long years, I gave up my career and my life. I traveled across the country almost a hundred times searching for my son, only to be met with disappointment every single time. My body became covered in scars from self-harm. I fell into severe depression. By the hundredth trip, I could no longer summon the will to face another defeat. I swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills. As death closed in, I heard Joan talking to her childhood friend, Randy Kilk. “Joan, you’ve tormented him long enough. When are you going to tell Steven that the boy was never missing? I can’t wait to see the look on his face.” Joan laughed and casually said, “There’s no hurry. He forced me to abort our child, so now, he is suffering the consequences. When he finally understands his sins, I may consider telling him.” So, the inhuman torment I had endured for four years had been nothing more than her punishment. As a final tear rolled down my cheek, my soul left my body. Joan, you got exactly what you wanted.

Hillary Amelie Marquez is a beautiful and smart-witted woman who has a strong soul and owns a big heart. Despite the rumors attacking her to be an infertile woman, behind her fit and young figure, she has kept an undisclosed secret any person should not intend to know. A secret that answers her mysterious background as the faceless heir of the Marquez Corporation, the infamous 'Yama queen' who wrecked the business world as she was titled the very first woman that succeeded in handling a company better than the articles told about her. Hillary is well-known to have pushed her family's company rankings, where she managed to trample on two of the most influential 'Big five' after two years of her reign that's still a mystery to everyone. And so her title as the 'rising phoenix' begins. Inside the walls of the renowned Marquez's main mansion, a three years old boy was hidden from the prying eyes of the media. A boy whose eyes were like the deepest part of the ocean, its beauty was remarkable than the rarest gem. Nothing was more realistic than the truth she holds, no one not even her parents knew, that the father of her child was a man who is defined to be god's favorite masterpiece. A man whose blood and eyes were considered royal and divine in the race of humankind. He goes by many names, but everyone knew him as, The Grim Reaper. A man who is infamous for brutally slaughtering heads and fiddle over human souls under his fingers. When fate favors their hearts to be one again, will Hillary be willing to attach herself again towards the overbearing, malicious, and coldblooded man who was said to live a life without mercy and is more cunning and inhuman by nature?