Tugs Humanized Novels & Stories

Ahanu took off back to shore before I could catch him. "It’s a shame, he really deserved to be held under for that one." Dakota stated unamused. "You know, Dakota, maybe he's not wrong" I started to think. "Tyee, you know that's impossible. She's human" I know he's right, but when I'm watching her, there's something I can't put my finger on. Splash. Ahanu threw a rock towards us. "Come on Tyee, you're going to be late for your future HUMAN mate". He started to blow kisses towards me.

I snarl as I approach her slowly. I hate hearing his name come from her mouth. Something about it makes my hair rise. I want him erased from her memory. I want the scent of his arousal erased from mine. I never what to see them rolling around laughing together in my head again. "As for their tongues... It will be done. If you haven't noticed, we are a closed society little mouse. When one of our own is banished to live with the humans, their tongue is cut out, period," I growl, and she takes a step back.

"He is a thug! He can handle it! Why are you worrying for him as if he is your actual husband? Get in the car. We are leaving. He promised to protect you and who cares if he dies while doing so? We cannot put your life in danger..." Gerard grabbed her shoulder and tried to push her inside the car, but Jacques struggled. She couldn't believe she was hearing those words out of Gerard's mouth. Is he someone who values human lives this lowly? So according to him, TJ is a thug and he is good for protecting me, but his life is worthless? How can he speak of another human as a piece of meat to be used as a shield? Is this the guy I fell in love with? He used to treat everyone politely. And why is h

But something told me… we hadn’t seen the last of him. The car hummed down the dark stretch of road, the trees peeling past us like shadows fleeing the chaos behind. No one spoke for a long while. The tension in the car was thick—Jayden cradling his ribs in the backseat, Jerome riding shotgun, Gabriel silent behind me, but I could feel his stare burning through the back of my skull like a brand. I needed air. But more than that—I needed answers. I cleared my throat, voice quiet but firm. “Humans saw the wolves shift,” I said. “They screamed. They ran. Isn’t that… a problem? Isn’t that a massive risk for all of you?”

He looked so beautiful, the smile really reached his eyes as he stared into space. "You know, my mate cannot be compared with you and do you know why." He came closer and crouched before her, his previous anger already vanished from his face. "She can never be like you or you like her and I am glad. Because" he leaned into her closet to her ears but within the earshot of everyone. "She is human"

But yet he can't believe it. Hughes' eyes dart around as he searches the human's face. How is this possible? Is this really happening? Is this little spitfire underneath him really what it appears to be? Alpha Hughes lip tugs up, and he smirks at the raging little human squirming underneath him. Fighting with everything he has to get loose. Wanting to tear into him, even though Hughes could snap the human with one hand. Hughes couldn't help but feel proud of his little mate. He was so fierce, and determined to kick his ass, even though he didn't stand a chance.

Perpetually. One person at a time. One conversation at a time. One management technique at a time. That was how you actually beat Marcus. Not through destruction. Through transformation. Through taking his weapons and teaching them to be human. Through being so stubbornly, persistently, quietly human that even programming couldn't fully eliminate it. Through helping others be human too. Despite enhancement. Despite programming. Despite everything. That was the real Phase Five. Not Marcus's plan. Not Catherine's forgery. Just the natural progression of being human. Helping others. Making the world slightly less broken. One person at a time.

“Another seven. I’ve taken their blood, know they live by their word, but haven’t seen them in battle against the demons. The first time human fighters see the undead in action, especially in their true form, it is… disconcerting. That’s when I know whether they’ll be able to handle it. I wipe their minds clean if they can’t. These are good men and valuable assets.” Damonq nodded. He had never considered drawing humans into their fight. Humans had always seemed very vulnerable. Tensel had always had the reputation of being fascinated by them. He spent a great deal of his time with them. He’d studied them, and now, he surrounded himself with them. He fit into their world with ease.