Not A Human Novels & Stories

I chocked out a laugh at his weird explanation as I remarked, " You said humans-like you weren't one." He smirked in response, " Yes, I am not a human but then that makes two of us."

“Who?” She shook her head. “I don't know.”. A pause. “But it's not from here.”. Miriam stepped forward. “Define 'not here.'”. Amina's gaze flickered once more towards the sky.. “Not human.”. Silence fell between them. Heavy. Unavoidable. Miriam spoke carefully. Non-human intelligence is not confirmed. Amina chuckled in an almost unbelievable manner. “There were no verified recursive consciousness systems.”. That ended the argument. Adrian's jaw tightened.

“Why didn’t I notice that earlier? You’re not fully human.” “Say what now?!” Journee laughed so hard her voice came out in splutters of noises. She simply couldn’t contain it. It was hilarious. Is he delusional? Or maybe I’m dreaming. “Come on now. Don’t do this to me. I feel like I’ll laugh out my intestines at this rate!” “No human emits light unless they are being blessed. If so, then the divine aroma will fall all around. Not directly out from your pores.”

Then murmurs, “I won’t tell a soul. And neither will any of the seconds.” “I . . . Why does it sound like people have been talking about this?” She swallows. “I know this embarrasses you, but it’s not . . . We are not Human, Anna.” We are not Human. “We don’t feel like you do when it comes to our bodies. I know every person in that room. I know Zane. And I really . . . I wouldn’t have wanted this for him.” Who else has told me these very same words? Ah, yes. Brenna. Of course. “It’s a common feeling,” I say flatly.

“Wh-what do you mean? Why can’t you heal that?” “Because … it’s not from a human. It’s not from a demon. It’s not from a wolf or a vampire or a fae. It’s from no creature that you know. Not even a creature living in bloodmoon.” “What are you talking about?” she asked, backing away slowly. Fear swelled up in her eyes. “I’m just human.” She stared down at her feet and shook her head. “I’m just a human. I have to be just a human.”

Psyche Flint said after looking around. The dispirited survivors were still scared of her earlier when they heard that she killed an infected woman. For them, even though she’s an infected woman, she’s still a human being. However, Andrea Su purposely didn’t let them know that being an infected; you have a highest probability of turning into a zombie. That’s why they are searching for wounded around the camp.

He's taller, so I lifted my head back to keep my eyes with his. "I finally found you. I finally found my mate." He whispered out. The love that was in his voice caught me off guard. I don't even know who this man is, now he calls me his mate. I frowned. "You are no wolf. Only they can have mates." I said. The man shook his head. "That is not the case at all. Only humans cannot find mates, all other supernatural beings have them." I narrowed my eyes at him. "So what are you?"

Only one thing filled my mind now as I looked at the metal wall and thought back to everything I've learnt so far. "He's not human, is he?"

Their eyes snap back into reality and they lock eyes with me. "Your a human. Meaning you can easily get hurt and you can't take pain. You can't fight in a war made for werewolves, you wouldn't last a minute. You won't be able to help us, you can't protect yourself, less a pack. You aren't fit to be a Luna. You aren't fit to be.."

The type that humans used. I had just been shot by humans.