Interracial Novels & Stories

"It's been okay, I guess... You still insist on calling me Luna?" Lance's lips twisted amusedly. "Of course, Luna. I should, shouldn't I?" I smiled slightly as an idea entered my head. "Very well, Gamma. You can call me Luna." Lucas and Lance both looked at me, amused. Lance burst out laughing. "Fair enough", he said. "I'll call you by your name." I smiled smugly, satisfied. "So, what exactly does a gamma do?", I asked. Lance shrugged. "Inter-pack relations, you could say. As the pack of the Alpha King, we constantly have packs wanting alliances, there are conferences to attend and such. It's my job to oversee all that."

Jake said rolling his eyes as he scoffed, “Are you to tell the whole world that they are wrong, that it is bullshit when families have lost loved ones to these half human, half something else kind of things,” chief Rann said pointing straight at me as he said it. I swallowed hard as I looked down, “I’m telling you that we haven’t been given the whole truth, when all of this started and hybrids were chased from their homes what did they say, they told us that simply breathing the same air as them would kill us but we’ve come to learn that that was total bullshit, because here we are with one in our tribe and we’re all still very much alive,” his father looked very displeased with his son, “Th

- That pack no longer exists - I shrug - although I was banished so it doesn't count. - What is your other half? - Kilian looks at me intrigued. Everyone's eyes are focused on me. - Demon - they look at me in astonishment and I find myself quite tense. - Favorite color - I look at William and he smiles at me, he did it to change the subject. - Black- After spending two hours getting to know each other a little bit, I throw them out of my room. They are very annoyingwhen they put their minds to it. Not five

With determination in her heart, she resolved to make the most of this opportunity, whatever it may bring. As the day of her departure loomed closer, Shehryar worked tirelessly to ensure that all necessary arrangements were made. Documents were procured, logistics were coordinated, and preparations were finalized for her journey home. Though uncertainty lingered in the air, Sarah felt a sense of anticipation building within her—a longing for the familiarity of her homeland and the promise of a fresh start.

I walked past the monochrome-colored tiles, dropping the newspaper collection and the weird-looking stone on the dining table. With a relaxed mind, I headed back to my room, rolling under the sheets for a nice sleep. The sounds of wails and screams crust into my ears, my head banging with the interruption. What had happened to have caused such a peaceful neighborhood to be in shambles? Well, Father Timothy might be having some deliverance program. He is a man of great

" You make it seem like we are a curiosity case . How many interracial relationships around the world. Note that no two interracial relationships are the same . " " I grew up with you and on the day that I broke up with you I was an honest with you fully 10 years ago." "What do you mean?" "Your race had a lot to do about why I broke up with you. There was a lot of talk going on about what if we ended up together and got serious and then had babies. How would the babies look like and how is everybody reacts to the vet that we have a mixed-race baby."

“Hey, Emi ko mọ ẹniti o jẹ ati Emi ko mọ kini awọn ero rẹ jẹ. Pẹlu Emi ko fẹ lati pa eniyan miiran pẹlu awọ awọ kanna bi emi. Nitorinaa ṣe o le sọ nkan? Ohunkohun ni gbogbo, Emi ko bikita!” English translation: “Hey, I don’t know who you are and I don’t know what your intentions are. Plus I don’t want to kill another person with the same skin color as me. So can you please say something? Anything at all, I don’t care!” This man is driving me crazy. Why is he not responding to me? I really don’t want to kill him, because not only he looks like an angel but I hate harming my own race. I love my melanin queens and kings. I believe we shouldn’t harm each other for petty or foolish reasons.

This time, my heart keeps pulsing in sync with the man sitting inches away. The Range Rover slows as we pass through a private security gate. Guards in dark uniforms nod to the tinted glass, and the barrier lifts. Exclusive. Controlled. This isn’t the messy chaos of commercial airports—it’s the world Renzo lives in, the world he’s now pulling me deeper into.

She says matter-of-factly. "That's kind of racist, isn't it?" I ask, trying to make it sound like a joke. "Not at all." She says. "It's just practical, Mike." She says, turning towards me. "Once the novelty of being with a black chick wears off, then we have to deal with all the other shit that comes with being an interracial couple. No matter how much it looks like the world has made progress, there are still a lot of people, black and white, who just can't accept it. Relationships are hard enough already without trying to take on the world."

She says matter-of-fact. "That's kind of racist, isn't it?" I ask, trying to make it sound like a joke. "Not at all." She says. "It's just practical, Mike." She says, turning towards me. "Once the novelty of being with a black chick wears off, then we have to deal with all the other shit that comes with being an interracial couple. No matter how much it looks like the world has made progress, there are still a lot of people, black and white, who just can't accept it. Relationships are hard enough already without trying to take on the world."