Regular Show As Humans Novels & Stories

"No. We don't eat humans. We are healers." "They eat us more than humans." Sir Vitto calmed the crowd, but not my heart.

The moment that would define the future of both species. "Ten seconds," Marcus counted down. Through the bond, Ross and Myron sent me strength and love and absolute faith. I held onto that feeling and let it steady my nerves. "Five, four, three, two..." The red light on the camera blinked on. I was live to the entire world. "My name is Skylar," I began and my voice was clear despite the terror coursing through me. "And I am not entirely human. Neither are millions of others living among you right now."

Psyche Flint firmly said as she stared directly on Grandpa Flint’s eyes. Grandpa Flint smiled and was not shocked of Psyche Flint’s declaration of peace for humanity because he already heard it many times inside his dreams. For within five years of hiding, he had a dream of a human silhouette who stood firmly in front of zombie army. That person looked straight and declared her words to many people.

That meant she wouldn’t be worried or stressed out. "NO!" Aureil redacted aptly. "We can’t do that; we are humans, and we have to act like them. How weird do you think people will react when they see us sniffing around?" Auriel reacted. She didn’t see my offer as a help but as a burden. "What other options do you have?"

“Imagine back when you thought you were a human. How scared would you be if a bunch of wolves charged in along with vampires with fangs?” “I’d be terrified and frozen in place.” “Exactly,” he says. “So, that’s what I think will happen here. These people don’t have any magic like we do. Their ceremony isn’t even real.” “That’s true,” I agree. “But if they—” I don’t have time to finish the last sentence because I catch a glow in the corner of my eye, turning back to the quarry bottom, I see some sort of object shimmering in the center of the humans’ circle while they hum in unison.

"That was an automated release from the Continental Defense Network. A human military frequency. It was generated by human emergency protocols analyzing human populations." A soft murmur rippled through the group. Kenny slowly blinked, his brow furrowing as he processed the words. "Human bodies are fragile," Alexander continued, his voice steadying, filling the room with a magnetic weight that demanded attention. "They break easily, they panic quickly, and their systems collapse when their central grid fails. But we are not humans. We are Werewolves." He paused, letting the word ring through the dim room.

Bellamy pauses and meets my eyes. “You got upset after sharing just one meal with me.” he points out. I glare at him. “And yet here I am the very next day having a second meal with you. All it took was a little explaining and I'm trying. Maybe you should let other people have that chance too.” Bellamy shakes his head. “You still see us as just unusual humans. You haven't seen any of us shift” he points out. I am totally confused. Why should that make a difference? I already know he's a Shifter. Shifters turn into animals. It's not like it would be a surprise.

The food was good at least, and it wasn’t overly interrupted by speeches or questions from the ambassadors or the media. But they were told this meeting was so that the media and other human representatives could adjust to the knowledge that they were no different today than they were yesterday. They had the same hopes and dreams as other humans. There were families, friends, and business associates. That supernatural creatures and humans weren’t as alien as some believed. “So, Mr. Richards. You never actually hid the fact that you were a wolf shifter?”

Hawthorne pulled out a tablet, showing us a video message. James Mitchell appeared on screen, smiling that cold calculating smile. "By the time you see this, the virus will have infected ninety percent of Earth's human population. It doesn't hurt humans. It enhances them. Gives them supernatural strength, speed, healing. Every human on Earth is becoming a low level supernatural being. Within seventy two hours, there will be eight billion supernatural humans and only a few thousand pure supernatural creatures. The power balance has shifted permanently. You wanted coexistence? Congratulations. Now humans don't need your permission to be equals. The age of human supremacy begins now."

Some people gasped. Peter continued. “The undead will revert to their human selves, and even though some of them will die from their injuries, many will be cured. They’ll no longer be flesh-craving monsters. They’ll just be normal people that are capable of being rehabilitated. There’ll be no more living in constant fear, no more hopeless days spent wondering when the end will come, and no more losing loved ones. We’ll begin a new era of peace, one where we can truly begin rebuilding our lives without fear of losing everything we’ve made so far."