Sam Witwer Being Human Novels & Stories

"A despicable human like you, uttering this nonsense in front of me?" "Looks like you have to take care of your own life, instead of you wandering around in a place where these creatures you despise pass by and live here." Nala did not find his gaze at this man with the same anger, but instead, a smirk came back, making Nala suddenly really want to throw a punch in the face immediately. "You should be at home watching over your family's impending death."

The killer was working with a human. "This is messed up." Kathleen admitted quietly. I cleared my throat, gaining their attention. "We know there's no well equipped lab in the pack." I raise my shoulder. "Or at least there hadn't been one before we got here." I pressed a button on the remote and displayed an image of the virus on the screen, with its components broken down. "If the killer is injecting a virus that's specifically designed to destroy the werewolf gene, then it means that... they're working with a human." I finished silently.

Never has the night been so quiet. "I have nothing against you," Jane says, coming step by step down the stairs. "But Harvey killed my sister, and you're the dearest thing to him. It's actually quite nice dealing with a human — I was expecting a werewolf, of course — but your humanness comes in rather handy with the compelling and the directing. You see, with a werewolf, this would have taken a lot longer — the transforming and fighting, and ugh — it's a lot of work dealing with them." I scoot away from her, trying to scramble to my feet.

“And who, exactly, is this mate of yours?” Connor stepped forward, a hint of protectiveness in his stance. “That’s none of your business.” But I held up a hand, silencing him. I met Morgana’s gaze head-on. “My mate is Harley. She’s human.” For the first time, Morgana’s confident demeanor slipped, her eyes widening in genuine shock. “A human?” she whispered, as if the idea was absurd. “You’re telling me that an alpha werewolf like you has… bonded with a human?”

Some wrote formulas on transparent boards; others dismantled and rebuilt machines twice their size in seconds. “They are not clones,” Weston continued. “They are not monsters. They are heirs—elite minds, born from the best of us, bred without disease, without weakness. The apex of human design.” Savannah sat rigid in front of the TV, the world falling away around her. Each child’s face seemed to blur into hers, into Eva’s, into Mira-Eve’s. Then Weston’s expression softened—false concern wrapping his features like silk over steel. “But I must express my sorrow at recent disruptions caused by Savannah Hale. Though I once considered her family, it is clear she has suffered significant mental de

The coldness in me, the ruthless efficiency, the lack of hesitation… it had always felt alien, even to myself. “The proof is in the code,” Whitlock said softly. “A failsafe sequence I built in. A kill switch, if you will, for the donor personality. To keep it docile. I can give it to you. I can help you suppress it, maintain control. You can rule this world as yourself, not as its puppet.” He leaned back. “All I ask in return is a place at your side. An advisor. A partner.” He was offering me a way out. A chance to be me again. To protect my child from the monster sharing our DNA.

Before passing out, he ordered them to contact me immediately. The doctors described my beta’s condition as serious, but since he’s a werewolf, they assured me the prognosis was favorable—he’ll pull through and heal relatively quickly. Artyom’s state, however, they called critical—right on the edge. Despite being a brave warrior and an oracle with an immense arsenal of techniques and knowledge, he is still human. Their injuries were of mixed nature—both gunshot wounds and explosive trauma with burns. What the hell happened there? How could an ordinary, peaceful visit to an old friend and partner turn into something like this?!

’ Rishi countered. Ms. Whitaker looked at Atalanta, shaking her head. “It’s not right. She can’t fill your shoes. Nobody wants her. She is a traitor to our kind, a filthy human.” Ms. Witaker had decided not to hold her tongue any longer, it seems.

Luther said and she was a little bit shocked " A human?? Why??" " Too much questions " Amdis said " She's his mate,," Brad said and Lenora gasped " Mate? Human?? How did that happen?? " " You should be happy I found her,," Luther said " I am,,but,,human. Fine,," Lenora said and walked out " She's becoming something else these days,,she hate the smell and sight of humans but am sure she will get used to it " Amdis said

Nicholas was silent for a moment before shaking his head. "Nope, it turns out they don't know each other. The silver wolf's appearance was just a coincidence," Nicholas paused again before continuing. "But strangely, when the wolf student turns human, he's confused and doesn't remember being a wolf. It seems like he's never officially been a wolf like that dog, but rather, he's drugged. And if drugs are the case, then there are other students with similar situations." "Oh, so who's the drug supplier—" "Alexa, are you hiding a boy in your room?" FUCK!