Regular Show Humans Novels & Stories

U have no idea how my life was going to play out anymore. All my life my goal was to work as a slave and someday earn my freedom and move to the edge of the kingdom. I have heard rumors of a little all human village where there were no wolves and no slaves. I don’t know if it’s true but it is this dream that has kept me going. After what seemed like hours, he finally speaks. “…..Rosie are you scared of me?” he asks and I see his red eyes glint. He is so different from how he normally is and he looked scared?....

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.

"What do you see?" "Warriors versus humans: the epic showdown?" Jessa didn’t laugh. "It’s one thing to convince someone to do something they might do anyway. The true challenge is in convincing them to do something they don’t want to do." The warriors and the humans suddenly stopped, five men and three humans completely frozen in time. A moment later, they clapped their hands, the synchronized pop echoing over a lull in the music. A stomp followed. A turn. A twist. They broke out into a coordinated dance like they were caught in a musical. Spinning, spiralling, circling, lifting. On and on they moved, not enemies but partners. Pivoting, prancing, snapping, tapping.

he told Rai as he hugged the other, making Rai know and feel that he is here for him to support him like how Rai did when Shane needed his support before. Spade looked at them and sighed. Humans are strange beings. One moment and they are quiet, and the next moment they are loud. Before, they would hurt each other. Yet now, they would be each other’s support. But, it was because of their strangeness that they, the gods, would be fascinated by them, as the humans have what they lacked. The emotions.

The man said nothing but his stern face made us realize that he wasn't going to take no for an answer, so we walked out laughing like idiots. “That was amazing,” I said, wiping tears from my eyes. “I’d get kicked out of a hundred more places just to see you laugh like that,” Jared said, nudging me gently. I looked back at the theater. “I never knew humans were this strong,” I said. He laughed. “Shows that you have been indoors more than you should have been.” I scoffed. “Humans are more wicked than wolves, just because they don't have claws and fangs doesn't mean they are weak, they are just as bad as us,” he explained.

"But look at the 'Cure'! They aren't saving your species! They are Standardizing your Souls! Today it is the Wolf. Tomorrow, it will be the 'Too Much' energy in your own artists, your own rebels, and your own children!" The humans in the crowd looked up. They saw the grey eyes of the "Baselines." They saw the silver-burns on my skin. They saw the Humanity-First leaders standing on the Senate balcony, looking down at them not as people, but as Strategic Buffers. "MOVE!" a man in the crowd shouted—the same man in the tattered uniform from the Grid-City. He stepped aside, pulling his wife—whose eyes were finally starting to glow violet—to his side. "THEY ARE NOT THE MONSTERS! THE MEN IN THE SUI

Were all humans so very volatile? Their chef had left the table after serving them their food. John was focused on picking out the filet mignon from his rice. Tom couldn't stop sneaking glances at Brian and Ryan as they shared their plates. The humans touched each other with such affection -offering choice bites to each other from their plates, bumping shoulders, leaning their heads together, sharing their space as easily as breathing- and seemed to be unaware of any who might be watching them. "We've never eaten a sentient species. If that helps?"

“And we have first-timer, folks! Let’s give her a round of applause!” To my horror, several of the humans began to clap, still not looking up from the floor. Evidently, payment for me had been made.

“But every young Drogar does that. I figured it was normal for young humans, too. I didn’t think these two were actually producing a show... Is it good? Er, I mean, is it profitable?” “I hope it’s good, though I still feel like there’s a missing ingredient,” replied Eva. “But otherwise, yeah, it makes us a little money. Like Raijin said though, we haven’t been able to keep up because we’ve been a little trapped lately. Kinda hoping that what we show about the Empire will revitalize that.” “We have a good audience with Federation pilots, mechanics, and engineers,” added Miko. “The question is, would Drogar watch humans do human things in the first place?”

Levi’s hand moved to my shoulder, his thumb tracing the fabric over the scar. "The venom of a werewolf is fatal to humans," he explained, his voice gentle. "It burns through the system, destroys the organs. You should have died in that alley, Maya. Or, in very rare cases, you should have turned." "I didn't turn," I whispered. "I'm human." "I know," Levi said, looking puzzled. "You didn't die. And you didn't turn. You... survived. You absorbed the venom and stayed human." "So?" "So," Levi leaned his forehead against mine. "That shouldn't be possible. Unless..."