Inhuman Novels & Stories

Or at least have some poor human attempt to break into my vehicle under the impression that I am a helpless female, alone in a car late at night. Although I may be helpless against the supernatural, I am more than capable of fighting a human. They are quite weak and fragile. They bleed easily. Not to mention that their bones are brittle and seem to break easily. I do not understand how that could be possible. Like, one fall and their kneecaps are fully prepared to snap in half. It is bizarre to think that the Gods really created humans and thought to themselves that their creation was perfect. Like seriously? Not only are they emotionally and mentally unstable, but their bodies are also easi

“Believe me, I mean what I am telling you. You need to run. It’s your turn to hide now until I fix this for you. Stop, please Luciano… Don't fight me on this. “Please, I am begging you. Please ... I need you to run and hide. This kind of people ... his so-called army that he has control over. “They are not human in any sense.... Whatever he did to them before he implanted the biochips gave them some superpower. “That, as humans, we do not have. You were lucky to kill this one, but I don’t think you will always be lucky. I could not understand it and I thought they were robots to access such kind of supernatural powers.

But suggesting that I’m not human. “What are you saying?” I ask, dreading his answer. Elder Felix lets out a long sigh. “Are you that stupid? Have I not made it clear? You’re an evil abomination. A blight on this earth. You’re just as bad as all the creatures roaming this earth put together. Vampires, witches, werewolves, if not worse. You’re not human, Carmen. You have no hope at salvation. You have always been damned. Killing yourself will not change that, but it might save the lives of the innocents and righteous you’re bound to end next.”

Me……a human, the lowest of creatures. Imagine the Irony.

"The child represents opposition." I frowned. "Opposition to what?" Inferno was silent for several seconds. When he finally answered, every person in the Haven felt the weight of it. "The Hollow Arc does not create." A chill spread through me. "It only takes." The darkness surged violently. Almost as though it had heard him. Perhaps it had. The silhouette expanded again. This time its shape stabilized. Not completely. But enough. Two arms. Two legs. A head. Humanoid. Yet fundamentally wrong. Like someone had built a person from memories instead of flesh.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

Lana points to a page on the journal, “Le destructeur de tous et de ses proches, la mort, la guerre et la Pestilence, récolteront la destruction de tous. Le sacrifice de l'humanité sera son champion. Si l'amour et la bonté prévalent, le monde sera sauvé. Si la mort et l'avidité réussissent, la fin sera un nouveau commencement rempli de mort, d'assujettissement et de destruction.” I interpret it out loud, “The destroyer of all and her kin, death, war, and Pestilence, shall reap the destruction of all. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjuga

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

But it was the end of my misery, because that night, this human sparked life in me once again. Just one human. My human, Victoria. The END.

"Tha-no, that...that's impossible." It was notoriously known that feeding on another inhuman was not only taboo but almost toxic to an extent as every inhuman had some sort of genetic mark in their blood that served as a protective to those who wished to feed on their own kind. How a gold blood could be immune to it, was a miracle in and of itself.