The Humans Book Novels & Stories

In some discussions, he could order his beta to go, but today, it was different. "Fucking hunters," he cursed under his breath. He wanted to see his mate’s face and tease her, but he couldn’t. "Let's go," he said grumpily. The four of them got in the car and drove to Winter's. Winter's pack was one of their allies, and the meeting was all about the human hunters. In this age, they still exist. They're the ones who knew about the existence of werewolves, vampires, and other creatures. The sentinels spotted them on the border, and two wolves disappeared. Their suspicion was they were kidnapped and killed by the hunters.

'' People i have called you out here for a important matter , i have a new friend to introduce who came from the human world '' he said . ''A human ''' they whispered . '' No need to be cautious come here '' said he . Arthur came . '' What' this about ? what is a human doing in this sacred palce ?'' asked one werewolf . '' Yeah answer '' said one fairy . '' Silence , this human is a special one he has the book which has things written abou wasteland here that's why i have decided to let him stay here and he won't cause us any harm i gurantee '' he spoke loudly .

We’re all direct, first-generation descendants of the originals, and they are in turn descendants of Asmodeus. Long tables in the shape of a horseshoe have been set up along the walls around a platform on which a variety of naked humans are already on full display, tied together so they can’t escape. One for each of us and a few to spare. Damn. I hate this day. I take my assigned seat and fold my hands on the table, staring at the terrified humans. The Book demands that we fight against our desires and that they should leave here alive, but we will kill them. There are too many of us and we’ll get caught up in the bloodlust. We’ll whip each other into a frenzy and destroy these poor people.

“This meeting is adjourned.” **** “A human?” Mother’s eyes widen in stunned disbelief. “How did a human get here? Why?” I’ve explained everything that happened, but she is still in disbelief. Who wouldn’t be? Humans don’t even believe we exist. The ones who get suspicious when one of us crosses into their world are killed, or their memories erased. For generations, we’ve kept away from them, ensuring no contact. Humans like to claim everything, and when they find something mysterious and extraordinary, they want to be part of it—especially Americans.

But on the lower shelf, pushed toward the back like something filed away rather than stored, I found it. No title on the spine. I pulled it free and opened the cover. “ A Complete Record of the Human Management System as Established by the Wolf Council in the Third Year Following the Great War’s Cessation,” I read out loud to myself. Great War. The same war, Mye had mentioned. I carried the book to the chair by the dead fireplace and sat down. The first section was bureaucratic—council minutes, resource allocations, the dry language of people building something terrible and calling it policy. I moved through it quickly, scanning for substance.

Only absence. The First Human’s voice trembled through the psychic link. *I WAS THE LAST.* The valley fell into a stunned silence. Helena covered her mouth, and Daniel stared blankly at the sky. Even the surviving Directorate agents looked horrified. Ava felt tears sting her eyes as the truth settled in. The First Human wasn’t humanity’s ancestor, it wasn't a god, and it wasn't a machine. It was a refugee. It was the final survivor of a civilization so old that history itself had forgotten it.

Elodie stepped closer, her breath hitching. "No," Zack whispered. "Not bunkers. Cities. The text says... 'The High Humans wake when the moon turns to lead.' They aren't Aegis employees, Victor. They’re the founders. The ones who built the genetic markers into the human genome before the First Shift. They didn't die out. They just went below." "High Humans? What the f**k is that supposed to mean?" Elodie grabbed the tablet, her eyes scanning the data. "Aegis was just a front? A goddamn gardening project for people living in the dirt?"

I head in her direction, fully aware of the ridiculous smile on my face as she traces me head to toe with her own eyes. 'Look all you want, sweetheart. I'm all yours.' I think to myself. I lengthen my strides to get to her quicker when she gets the most adorable, confused look on her face. Does she not smell me? Surely she knows I'm her mate. Maybe she didn't want a mate. I get closer to her and inhale deeper. Then stop in my tracks. She's human. "Ah, fuck!" I mutter.

Just fuck it if her scent will tempt me; her safety is my top priority now. After running several blocks, we finally arrive in a room that 'new humans' usually call the janitor's closet. I tell her to go in first, before entering myself, and I feel like I almost die when I smell how delicious her scent is, and how I don't have a way out as she quickly closes the door. "Fuck…" I curse as she leans closer to me and my cock accidentally brushes her belly. "Why are there wolves at school?" she asks. I feel her hands clutching me tighter as the sound of running footsteps gets closer, and I don't know how I'm going to restrain myself from devouring her.

“That entire book is in French.” “I told you I have remarkable skills, but you think otherwise.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Languages are easy to learn.” A beacon of admiration flourishes brighter and deeper in my chest, utterly impressed by her hidden abilities that seem to make her one-of-a-kind. Bellatrix began summarizing the context of the book. “It spoke of how humans were the ones to create weapons in order to destroy werewolves over a hundred years ago. Humans were losing the war, and it ended in a catastrophe, earth was no longer the same after centuries of fighting and humans couldn’t live past the age of twenty-eight. The werewolves were able to win due to their resilience an