Sprunki But Human Novels & Stories

I’d pushed at my teeth with my tongue, trying to force them to slide back up. “Exactly,” Aradia had smiled, though she’d been watching me closely, too, and her smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. “Why do you think humans have a problem with things that look almost exactly like them? What is it about the near-human appearance that sends chills down a human’s spine? It’s a strange instinct to have, is it not?” “I suppose so.”

"No! I wanna be a human!" I shouted. "What's so great about being a human? Do they have power? Do they have strength? If you embrace me,together we can conquer the whole world! We can rule over them!Not every half-breeds get the chance. They have to live like a pest their whole life as you were living like one the whole time! They have to wait for the full moon only to set their wolves free! Isn't it pathetic enough! Do you wanna go back to your pathetic life?"

Chaskai spoke. “What?” Cheyenne frowned even more. Chaskai’s already irritated gaze shot to Cheyenne. Skylar gripped her thigh, not hard but firm enough, letting her know that now was not the time to argue. Cheyenne met Skylar’s eyes and looked back down, sighing. She knew that this was something she really didn’t have a say in. “Alright here are the sprites.” Nathan came from out of nowhere setting the sprite down in front of Cam and Cheyenne.

"Tell me," "How long are your boyfriends going to cover up the fact that you are human?" He asked me, making close my eyes, a tear rolling down my cheek. "Please don't..." I whispered to him. "Please don't bite me." Alexander smiled against my neck, "why not? Humans are my favorite snack, and it's not often that one as beautiful as you just follows me inside my library."

Pearl opened the kitchen door and witnessed utter chaos. She couldn't believe how many things that could possibly go wrong at one time, and she started to wonder just what in the hell she had done to piss the universe off so damn bad lately. Sprites...there were hundereds of stinking ass sprites running amuck in the freaking kitchen. They were nasty little critters with a few human like features. They were ugly and they smelled really bad. They had big, pointy teeth that were green brown and covered in green snot looking slobber. They were scavengers and would steal anything, especially food.

My weightless body was dragged across the ruined city and down into an underground fortress. The place was brightly lit and buzzing with life. A massive party was underway, thrown to celebrate Beckett's recovery. In an apocalypse ravaged by zombie attacks, they had somehow managed to find colorful ribbons, balloons, and a massive cake. Dad stood on a platform, beaming as he raised his glass to the crowd. "A toast to our hero and the future of humanity, Beckett! We have successfully extracted a perfect antibody from his blood." The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

Panic wedged underneath his breastbone and nothing except eliminating the enemy would dislodge it. “You know nothing, Tryn. Take your minions…your foot soldiers who have plagued our land and be gone before I rip you to shreds.” The Tryn bellowed a laugh that rang through the valley. “This is why we haven't crushed your planet. Spunk. Humans have it too. But until recently, we didn't know their worth in bringing our species into a new age. Procreation and gaining dragon abilities of fight and shifting. We’ll be unstoppable.”

I sprint to my car door and yank it open, and once inside, I lock the doors and shakily start the engine. Abby's warning of beasts in the woods whispers in my ear. That thing wasn't human, wasn't a moose, black bear, or bobcat — I know what those are like. Water wraps around my car wheels and sprays outward. Not a minute is wasted to digest the seemingly otherworldly encounter.

"Nicho." "Yeah?" I look at Trixie, who is giving me a strange look. Why does she have the look Mom used to have when she was about to explain something? "You know, in case you forgot, that girl is human. So it's normal for something alive to be confusing because they have hearts." "Yes, but that—" "And before you judge her, did you ever think that you yourself might have confused her with your attitude?" "My attitude?" I frown when I hear Trixie's answer. Since when have I confused her?

We see things clearly. We also pride ourselves on our mating. We stick to our own kind, as crossbreeding with humans was known to be forbidden, according to the prophet of our back. Only the chosen few would be able to breed with humans. It is said that a spawn of some humans and wolfs can, in rare instances, create what is known as a Lycan wolf. Lycans and werewolves are alike in most animal instincts, but Lycans are far more complicated. Unlike the average wolf, they can run on their hind legs, and extend their claws farther. They even actually have the ability to speak to their wolves, and their wolves speak back to them. Sometimes, the wolf persona can be so strong, it takes over the per