Shepherding Humanity Novels & Stories

She kept the bowl of the herb and left my tent. There is a battle going on in my mind. My spirit told me not to fight against a human. On the other side, I wanted Yarrow to be with me. Slowly and steadily, I understood. Being a human is an onerous matter. Even though humans were not the strongest in the universe, but they called to be the best creation of the father and closest to the father's heart. He created them in his own image. The thoughts were roaming around in my mind like the wind.

Doris rebuked furiously, “Edmund Whittaker! You’re a beast!” Edmund responded with a smile, “I’m flattered. My old man has always taught me that humans have to be animalistic like a beast!” “He likes a quote that he read from one of your country’s science fiction authors that said: for humans, losing humanity will cost a lot, but losing their bestiality will lose everything!” “The reason why human beings can survive in such a cruel society and climb to the top of the food chain is because of our bestiality!” “Are cows and lambs cute? Of course, they are, but humans slaughter them for their meat to fill our stomachs!”

“Who’s He?” The warrior gestured toward the central clearing. “The Shepherd. He’s speaking.” We reached the clearing just as the crowd parted. He stood at the center—not elevated, not crowned, not imposing. Just present. Wolves sat at his feet. Not kneeling. Listening. “You don’t owe me loyalty,” the Shepherd was saying calmly. “Only honesty. Tell me what hurts.” A woman stepped forward, tears slipping down her face. “I can’t protect my cubs. I’m so tired of choosing who eats.”

He was constantly enduring immense pain, so much so that he almost could not bear it anymore. “You have to persevere, James!” Sophie said, “It’s not because there is hope that we persevere. Rather, we persevere so that we can see hope.” “Humanity is on its last leg. It’s too difficult for humans to rise. Only a handful of people can break through the Elysian Seal, not to mention the huge amount of time needed to accomplish such a feat. Many would never be able to advance into the next rank.” “Soon, the non-human races shall rise, and humanity shall become their slaves. We need a truly powerful figure among us to stabilize the situation. You’re not only the hope of all earthlings. Rather, all

That's when the mumbling finally started, and Luka immediately pulled me back to him, but this only made it louder. "Who's the human?" A guy shouted. "Why is she up there?" A woman asked with disapproval laced in her voice. "Why are the leaders so calm? "Is she getting executed for trespassing?" "Can I get a hit off her before she dies?" "Enough!" Luka and Chris shouted simultaneously as Chris made his way on the stage. Luka's chest was rising and falling in anger as he sneered at everyone who looked him in the eyes. I was trembling in fear and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurt. This was why I didn't want to come here. Wolves love their people, that's for sure. But that's exactly what the

These positions came with more responsibility than any paycheque. Ambrose wanted the human helper to be strong enough to lead the pack and nurture the young into promising warriors. The human helper must train the pups for whatever reason to fend against danger and hunt for them. Honestly, this wasn’t the fifth century. There was no reason to be doing these things. The Luna doesn’t actually do those things anymore in modern society. However, it was still rather difficult if Richard translated that into modern lingo.

Oisin asked with a genuinely perplexed expression on his face. I shrugged. "We humans like to idolize anything we are not. It's a way to idolize ourselves because it means we are special exceptions." I explained. Of course that was why the church existed in the first place. Other sentient beings were not of Sol. Therefore they were just beasts that needed to be put down. If only the aspects could step down from their high horse and see a shifter shed tears for their newborn cub. Maybe then they would understand that humans were just like everyone else.

They didn’t need the bond to lead them to it—a testament to how Selene and her mortal Shepherd found one another without the bond. Over time, more shimmer wolves were born. Her shepherd had long since faded away with the passage of time and age. Still, the shimmering wolves around the globe reminded her every night with their powerful howls and glow under the moonlight that she was loved and was protecting the livestock that her first love had spent his life caring for.

“This universe will be the third.” My pulse spikes. “You’re wrong.” “Am I?” She gestures at the fading scars in the network where the void had spread earlier. “Your emotional volatility nearly destroyed reality.” Dylan’s voice hardens. “And your solution is what? Total control?” “Guidance,” she replies. The architecture leans further toward her. Because she understands it at the deepest level. She was never human. Never vulnerable. Never uncertain. She steps closer to the anchor core. “If I anchor this system, humanity still keeps their connections,” she says. “They keep love, choice, growth.”

I do not understand her at all. No wonder our ancestors discovered a way to keep us focused. Taking us away from the pack at an early age and cultivating our strength until we were full-grown men, pumping with power and prowess, and keeping women far away from us was because women were overly complicated creatures. It baffled me how she wanted me to have mercy on the people who had no mercy on her.