Ordinary Human Novels & Stories

Melanie said after Ludo switched off the lights. Ludo said nothing. She was thinking about the bearded man and what he could do to her parents. She thought about Mr. Jabulani. Even though she didn’t know him that much, she knew he was a good man. He had warned her about the Hamuumbu’s and dying like that because of the people he worked for was cruel. “Ludo are you asleep?” Melanie asked. “I’m trying to sleep but with you talking I don’t think I can sleep,” Ludo answered irritated.

Back home, we had pancakes only in the mornings, hence my confusion. “I wish they do. Is like my presence causes them some kind of nausea. It's hard living there…and Denise? I called her attention. She looked up at me ready to listen to what I wanted to say. “They keep referring to me as “that human” what does that mean? Are they not human like me? I feel strongly in my guts that something is wrong with this place, it has this looming eeriness”. “Oh c’mon, they are just trying to scare you. Well, I don’t know about the eeriness but now that you’ve mentioned it, I’ll look into it”. Denise said so convincingly.

My eyes are changing color as a result of my frustration and anger. Gerard Jacinto is a cunning, self-serving dimwit. I should not have relied on him to handle all of the preparations. I might have crushed that asshole's face if it hadn't been for Klaire. My fingers want to dig my sharp nails into Gerald Jacinto's face. What a demeaning, low-class human. If we are of the same kind, I can kill him for blasphemy and no one will question it, but that is not the law of men. They don't recognize me as the leader of one of the most powerful packs. They're didn't aware of our race.

“… I didn’t know how I’d like it here, because it’s a really small-town. And aside from the occasional bout of loneliness, I have really liked the change. Small towns are all that people say. Everyone knows each other. And people care about each other, help each other. It’s really nice.” Micheal nodded again, realizing that Anna probably thought bobbing his head up and down was the extent of his communication abilities. And at the moment, it was. Again, he caught a glimpse of the pale-eyed woman in his peripheral vision. A man approached her, and he tried to feel relief. Her boyfriend or husband-that was good. But instead he felt oddly irritated. “Of course,” Anna said with a small, rather s

The wolf didn’t even flinch. I exhaled and looked at him,“Let me explain something to you,” I said, pointing at myself. “I’m a human. A normal, ordinary human being. There is nothing mysterious about me. No hidden magic, no supernatural powers and no secret abilities waiting to awaken. I wake up, breathe, eat, and sleep like every other human.” My voice softened slightly, though the frustration remained. “I’m just… me,” I finished. “So please tell me what exactly am I supposed to discover about myself?”

Oh, how his people rejoice when they were able to hear their alpha’s voice again. “You looked like you needed it.” “Why? After all, I did—“ he stopped midway and then heaved a sigh. “Ugh… to think I have been saved by a human. How low have I descended?” “Is this the problem? Do you think I’m weak enough to make a difference for you? Just so you know, humans are the most resilient creatures in this world. We never give up, even in the gravest of situations. That’s what makes us terrifying.”

I walked to the front of that room and stood beside the wolf king and looked out at a sea of faces that ranged from carefully welcoming to barely concealed hostile. Cael introduced me in a voice that filled every corner. "Luna Seraphina of the Duskborne Dynasty. Humanity's voice. The bridge between our peoples. The proof that a new age is possible." Wolves applauded. The human delegates, six of them, people I didn’t know, chosen by Duskborne invitation—several of them were crying. One older man pressed his fist to his heart and bowed his head and I’d to look slightly away because if I held that image too long I would feel something, and feeling things in this room was not something I could a

I looked behind me and then started to whisper, just in case. "Look, we have to tell him everything," I started. "Why?" she asked. "He should just go back to his normal life," she whispered back. "He has seen way too much to go back to a normal life," I pressed on. "You can't just tell humans all about our world and existence," she continued. If there's one thing you should know about Giselle, it's how hard a nut she is to crack. "But he's not human," I said, and she threw her hands dramatically in the air.

"Whether or not there is a curse hasn't changed the fact that every man in our bloodline has been mated to a human." "So your mother was human?" "Yes," Harvey confirms. "And my grandmother and so on all leading back to Dr. Norwood and his wife." "And having a bloodline mixed with humans doesn't affect the werewolf part? Wouldn't it dilute it?" "It hasn't so far. There's always been an alpha-blooded son to take his father's place all because Mrs. Norwood's father was an Alpha; she had his blood. Human genetics don't seem to alter the children; they're like any other werewolf child."

“Huh? If he's not a wolf then what is he?” “Nile is a human, an ordinary human” Those words resounded and echoed in my head “Nile is a human, an ordinary human” “Nile is a human, an ordinary human” “Nile is a human, an ordinary human”