Komik Last Human Novels & Stories

She even threatened the Luna, as if she could actually do damage to her. And the Luna Listened. Hmmm... This girl is by far the most interesting. She collapsed. I guess due to the stress of the situation. The beta seemed upset by his alpha's commands... all for this human girl. Once the beta left with her in his arms, I turned to the people left in the room with a brow raised. "She's human?"

But I am prepared for that. My Intel told me that tonight, the Blue Moon pack will be having a Luna Celebration for Brielle, as she calls herself now. For her sake, I hope she really has a good time at that celebration because its going to be the last celebration of her life. The plan is simple. I gathered a number of the pack members and we going to attack the Blue pack to kill it's Alpha and Luna. Only with their blood on their hands will this hate that is consuming me finally be dispelled. I will settle for nothing less even if I have to die in the process.

I could feel my control over him slipping and I feared that one day, he would give into the madness and never come back. Noir returned a few minutes later. “I’ve seen them to the exit” I nodded. “About what I was trying to say earlier. It’s not a pack doing this… it’s a group of rogues. I discovered an attack that happened recently and from the findings, they may be associated with the black market” I frowned. “They are selling humans”. My frown deepened. “Humans? They attacked a human village? We’ve not received any reports about them” “Yes. I was surprised about that too”

Looking out of the carriage, I notice the bodies of numerous human males being piled up. To be burnt no doubt. It has been years since my race waged war on the humans and occupied their kingdom. It was then that the Kingdom of Peon was founded. We became the elites of the society and made the humans our slaves. I don't particularly have anything against them but they are weak and inferior creatures. "It will be nice to have my mate though" I mumble. We werewolves lived way longer that the humans did but I being the ruler of the werewolves have lived even longer.

"Nicho." "Yeah?" I look at Trixie, who is giving me a strange look. Why does she have the look Mom used to have when she was about to explain something? "You know, in case you forgot, that girl is human. So it's normal for something alive to be confusing because they have hearts." "Yes, but that—" "And before you judge her, did you ever think that you yourself might have confused her with your attitude?" "My attitude?" I frown when I hear Trixie's answer. Since when have I confused her?

They aren't human, and they follow a different set of rules than humans do. "I get it," I whisper after a few moments, and he kisses the side of my head before moving away. "Kohn, do not call me weak again," he growls, and I look over at Kohn to see him looking submissive but otherwise okay. "I want everyone safe, and if that means driving a hard bargain with Brazil, I will," Lucian says, and I turn my attention back to him. He just put his friend in check for female humans... Lucian, from three months ago, would have just killed the humans. He has changed.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are a work of fiction and only a product of my imagination. Enjoy reading! ------ Did you ever wonder when will be your last day living in this world? What will be the last word you will say to your loved ones, who will be the last person that you will see at your last moment. It's either a doctor or a person who will bring an end to you?

On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time. I replied with care. “Yes, Mr. Cardea.” I let out a quiet laugh at myself. People prepared for a rainy day to survive. I prepared for one to die.

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

The responsibility is too diffused. More importantly, it would only reinforce Humans’ hostility toward the other two species, and there are buckets of that going around already. That’s why, after agreeing to this interview, Maddie, Lucien, and I put our heads down and workshopped a few talking points. The title of our story is An Evil Human Ex- Governor Locked Poor Little Hybrid Me in a Basement Because He Hated Peace. It’s palatable. Easy to understand. Might even allow the average Human to feel morally superior.