Inhuman Mga Nobela at Kwento

1) Mini Map ( N/A) Skills: Passive:- Intimidation ( Mid) Martial Arts ( High) Weapon Mastery ( High) Versatile Works ( High) Active:- Identify ( N/A) Special Traits: Calm Minded ( Possess abnormal control of own mental state even in a dire situation) Limitless physical growth ( Given due to inability to master Magic in Fantasma) Modern Man ( Possess advanced knowledge and social norms far surpassing any civilization on Fantasma) }} "…..high human?….why??..". I know and am sure that I'm a normal homo sapiens, But why am I labeled as High human?.

I was going to be late for a meeting that I asked for so I stood stretching my arms over my shoulder and laughed at the humanistic movement. Most days I struggled to remember my human life, a distant memory where aches and pains were constant. There weren't a ton of differences between our kinds in all honesty. I was once the same as them. Now I drank blood, didn’t age, but it’ not like I could read minds. I couldn’t fly to a nearby city. I could hear exceptionally well. And I could demonstrate my inhuman strength if I was cornered to protect my bride. But that was about it.

They would show more respect to a dung beetle than they would to one of us. The thing is, we may be supernatural, but we are still human too. If you looked at our blood you would still see the clear signs of the human genome. We just have some additional cells as well. Excluding irshiusts and raitruums, we all come from humans, we just have a few extra quirks. But do they care about that? No. Why? Because they all drank the Kool-Aid and now believe the sales pitch like it’s fucking gospel. It’s equally sad and pathetic.

What are you talking about? Kael's eyes remained fixed on mine. "Your feelings and instincts will change. You will sense the call of something old, something *inhuman*, the more your strength rises. If you do not learn to manage it, it will eat you. And then that occurs..." He paused, feeling as though he was swallowing something nasty. "You might be incapable of love. to no longer *feel* like a human." A shiver ran down my spine and into my bones. "That’s not true." I tried to sound firm, but my voice faltered. "I would never—"

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

Ryan muttered behind me, the entire image clicking into place. “Jorgsten, I just ran a quick test with your blood, mixing it with the humanoids. It reacted very violently, thrashing against your blood. If the humanoids were weaker, yours should have easily suppressed it—” “They are weaker.” His eyes darkened, his wolf bleeding to the surface. “I hate the smell of those things.” “Probably because they are diluted,” I said. “If what I am thinking is right, the humanoids are diluted versions of Celestial Dukes.”

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

“We don’t know his connection in all of this, so we’re trying to piece it all together.” Jennie moved in closer to me. “So we can we talk about what they said about me now?” Jennie asked, letting out a small laugh. “Jennie, this is serious, and I need you to hear everything before you jump to any answers.” I sat up so I could look at Jennie, and she followed suit. I took a piece of her hair, twirling it. “Jennie, the elders aren’t happy that you’re a human. They want me to turn you. Which means you would turn into a were wolf, but you need to know the risks.” Jennie cut me off before I could finish. “I don’t need to know the risks, I want to do it.” Jennie climbed into my lap. “Jennie it can

Wright, hailed as a hero for her role in the operation, led a team of top biologists and geneticists in a meticulous examination of the creature's physiology. The creature, once a human test subject, had been transformed by the bio-modifier into a grotesque parody. Its muscles were denser and stronger, bones reinforced beyond what nature intended. But the true horror lay beneath the surface – a warped neurological system, a tortured mind struggling against the imposed enhancements.

- John says. - I don't know what to tell you. Your son didn't feel the mate-bond. Goddess, my poor Dominic – I see my father pities me. I advance to Peter, and he hides behind his father. My heart breaks. For ten minutes, I thought I would finally be happy, but it all seemed like the result of a big mistake. How come my mate is human? I don't care if he's a male, but human? It makes everything so hard. They don't feel the mate bond. My mate thinks I'm a weirdo who grabbed him and sniffed him in the neck.