The Humans Book Novels & Stories

I walked to the front of that room and stood beside the wolf king and looked out at a sea of faces that ranged from carefully welcoming to barely concealed hostile. Cael introduced me in a voice that filled every corner. "Luna Seraphina of the Duskborne Dynasty. Humanity's voice. The bridge between our peoples. The proof that a new age is possible." Wolves applauded. The human delegates, six of them, people I didn’t know, chosen by Duskborne invitation—several of them were crying. One older man pressed his fist to his heart and bowed his head and I’d to look slightly away because if I held that image too long I would feel something, and feeling things in this room was not something I could a

It was a Library—a physical collection of books and seeds, kept in a pressurized dome that was beginning to crack. The Sovereigns have found the Last Humans, but they’ve also found the "Remnant-Pack"—the 2.0s who were left to rot in the real world. To save the future, Elara must now bridge the gap between the "Glitches" she loves and the "Tools" she once hated.

Dragons slept under mountains and pretended not to hear the festivals because if they woke hungry, the invitations would get awkward. Everything worked. Until it didn’t. “Humans don’t belong here,” people said, when they said it at all. It was an unsung agreement, like paragraph indents. Humans had been the problem. Humans had invented fire and good intentions and pitchforks and the repeated belief that their fear should be everyone’s problem. The gods had built Nytherra specifically to outmaneuver human fear. So when the first human fell through—tumbled out of a storm into an alley that smelled like night flowers and fried dough—the world held its breath.

Just look at them. Humans now swarm the globe by the billions, their very existence polluting the Earth they inhabit, rotting it from the inside out. I remember when this planet was a thriving oasis, and the humans who existed among it respected it, nurtured it, and even revered it. Now look at them. They move like uncoordinated ants, crashing into one another while simultaneously trying to avoid each other. It would be comical if it weren’t so pathetic. And then there’s the stench.

The way the soul settles, the beast calms, and everything inside finds balance. The moment you step into its shade, something inside shifts. You’re not just man. Not just wolf. You become one. The instincts that burn in your blood finally have space to breathe. You stop resisting. You surrender to who you truly are. It’s the only place I know where the bond between human and beast can deepen without fear or danger. It’s safe. It’s pure. And it’s not meant for humans. They wouldn’t understand. They never could. But one man… one greedy, arrogant human thought otherwise.

He showed me the page of a book with a picture of humans with spears attacking creatures who were half-human and half-wolf. “Eventually,” he took the book back to flip through it again, “werewolves fought back and gradually took control of our society.” He showed me another page, this one with a picture of a werewolf stepping on a human’s neck and confiscating their spears. I barely took in the image before he snapped the book shut and handed it to me. I took it, reading the title: The Hidden History: The Werewolf-Human War Through The Great Claiming. “What’s The Great Claiming?” I asked.

My ribs throbbed as I turned my back on the door and let the tears fall. Claire, I could hear my wolf but I ignored her I don't have the energy to deal with her and her excuses. Just leave me alone Mia I said sadly I just want silence today. I laud there wiping my face as more tears fell. Everything in my life has been shit since I got told humans can't be in packs. Humans have no place and if our mates found out we would be rejected for it. Josh and Lucas had doubts about us and fear but I wanted my mate.

“The damned were a pack of people that made up a rather small town in the far East some 700 years ago. They were simple people who farmed and hunted for a living. They were so disconnected from the world that they gave naive a whole new meaning. They trusted too quickly and took people for face value. You could tell them you have never committed a crime before with blood on your hands and they would believe you. And that is how they became a town of refuge for so many murderers, thieves and monsters of every kind. The outside world changed the town's name from Serenity to the Damned Naive or the Damned for short. They were a total of 10,632 individuals women and children not included. So you

I didn’t have any of the memories of the voice talking to me either just a few minutes ago! I came closer to her to check her bandage and after a while, I made her breakfast. She had been hungry for a long time I guess.... The more I was looking at her,the more I was confused and excited at the same time I didn’t know why. I had seen humans from afar for a long time. My mom was one. After mom died,when I was hiding inside the woods, though she told me not to encounter with humans, I broke her promise quite several times. Sneakily, I looked into climbers who came for mountain riding or excavators working on the mountain ridge. Sometimes, I went near the road or village, adjacent to the pine w

Damien kissed my cheek before pulling me into his chest. "We love you, human", Damien said to me. It was the first time he called me human in a sense that was not offensive and I beamed at him. At all of them. Everything I went through brought me to this moment, and I would not change a thing! We have saved the world for now, but we know the battle is only really beginning. No matter what we face , I will have my lycans, and they will have their human mate. THE END Agatha (100 years later)