Natural Novel Novels & Stories

removing her under wear as he penetrated her without mercy, she cried out but it fell on deaf ears. "Welcome and thank you for joining me on THE NEWS FACTOR, my name is Isabel Daniels and I'm reaching you live from California, today i have with me here Mitchell Coman a Natural law activist and founder (NLO) which stands for umm, NATURAL LAW ORGANIZATION if I'm correct?." "Yes that's correct." Mitchell cleared

His mind was more refreshed now, no longer languid and lethargic now that he was out of the Heaven's Bane's domain of influence. "So, Heaven's Bane, eh?" he mused. The name still sounded ludicrous to him. A tad silly even. Only a child could ever come up with something as ridiculous as vanquishing the rule of the Natural Law. The Natural Law is not a dictator or a tyrant that oppresses all mortal beings. It was the most supreme set of laws that governed Nature and everything in it, such as the coming and passing of seasons and the growing and wilting of plants and flowers. It was absurd to think that one could wield enough power to overthrow the rule of the Natural Law, no matter who that en

She wasn’t sure what unsettled her more—that Orbis had spoken to her… or that it claimed to understand her. “Thinking of jumping?” Adrian’s voice interrupted the quiet. Natalie didn’t flinch. “Tempting. But I have unfinished business.” He moved to stand beside her, hands in the pockets of his black jacket. “We’ve dealt with psychotic humans, corrupt regimes, and billionaire tyrants. But this... this is different.” “It’s not just different,” Natalie said. “It’s… intimate. It doesn’t want domination—it wants connection.” Adrian shot her a glance. “Connection?”

“Told you, Lena. You’re gonna freak everyone out.” Sylvara’s awe returns as she studies me. “Your form is the Convergence embodied—primal wolf, lunar light, Veil-touched wings. No subnatural bears this shape. Renn’s mistake is understandable; your form evokes myths—dragons, celestial beasts—tied to the First Ones’ oldest stories.” I rub my arms, still tingling. “So, what am I among subnaturals? A freak?”

We indulged in spontaneous road trips, exploring picturesque landscapes and hidden gems, finding solace in the beauty of nature. One particular weekend, Nathaniel surprised me with a getaway to a secluded cabin nestled amidst towering trees and a tranquil lake. It was a haven of serenity, far away from the chaos of the world. As we stepped foot onto the wooden porch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me.

The anticipation of a new adventure filled the air, as palpable as the aroma of the coffee. As they set off on their hike, Nathan couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that surrounded him. The vibrant hues of green leaves, the sound of birdsong, and the earthy scent of the forest floor were all testaments to the power of nature to heal and rejuvenate. As he walked, he felt the weight of past struggles lifting, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

Nathaniel followed it, not minding that he was getting too far away. He felt his heart rate increase, his body warm from the recreation. A trace of perspiration glazed his fair-skinned legs below his stupid tunic and breeches, to his bare arms, to his freckled neck above his partially open compact tunic. The air felt nice on his lightly perspired face as miles passed, yet he seemed to ignore the storm that had been brewing above the canopies. In this magical land, Nathaniel was lost by the beauty of the butterfly. Unbeknownst to him, he was too far away from the lagoon. He was so mesmerized by its sheer grace that Nathaniel began to question his sanity. Somehow, this wood made him forget his

“Hmm. Maybe.” I nod while I hum. Our voices die down as we let our ears consume the psithurism symphonies surrounding us. I close my eyes, feeling the sound of nature. I breathe in and out steadily. This feels good. The air lightly blows on our skin, the leaves brushing against the thousands of trees, the sound of bugs singing with the birds adding their small harmonies. I slowly open my eyes and behind the loud fire is Anya, looking at the sky, smiling. I can feel my mouth curling on each side. “Anything coming from nature feels so…calming,” Anya explained. “It inspires me to make more music. Like…Everything comes out so naturally.” She chuckled right after she said it. “Nature makes things

she shrugged but squatted beside him, letting out another cry of pain at the way all her joints ached. “Nature is remarkable; a phenomenon that surrounds and supports all forms of life on Earth. It is a source of beauty and the foundation of every existence. As werewolves, we are connected to it just as we are connected to the moon. It gives us heightened senses, and the ability to hunt and connect to the natural world. It presents our animalistic instincts that lie beneath the civil exterior of humanity. We are portrayed as protectors of nature. In other words, we are nature,”

She only hugged Julie and comfort her. "I will take Amanda for check up." Nathalie first take Amanda for a bath then handed her neat clothes. "Lay down. I have to examine your lower part." Nathalie guided Amanda and wore her surgical gloves. She then applied a cream and examined her thoroughly. Nathalie sighed deeply and turned to Julie. "Everything is fine. There is a cut between her legs due to roughness but it will heal. As for precautions, here are some medicines, she will not get pregnant also help her to reduce the effect of trauma." Nathalie instructed and explained few more points.