Novel & Cerita Two Halves Of A Whole

“He is, after all a part of me, and so is myself as a part of him.” “How is it possible?” Asked Sky, now very invested in this phenomenon. He took a note and a pen, and began to draw a circle, “Imagine this as our body.” He then draws a line in the middle, “Half of this is Payne, and the other half is me, we are different but remain in one body.”

Helen’s POV “I know that werewolves are always two parts to a whole.” I stared intensely at him while I laid out the framework for my question. “We have mates that are two parts of a pair. We have two sides to ourselves: a mortal and a woven one. We are all about dichotomies, but you are insisting that I am a dichotomy that can’t exist.”

“And to the rest of my children; a gift lost through the ages. Your other half will fully blend with you. Your wolves will be your closest companions; your confidants. Listen to them and their wise words, head their warnings, yet do not let their wild nature overpower your reason; that is why you are two halves of the same whole.” Our race is whole again… Hestia purred in wonder as she felt along the link for our mate. Hello, lover. She called out to something. Hello; our treasure. A deeper and more wild version of Adam answered, my mates own eyes going wide as he turned slightly to me in surprise. “Dragon?” He whispered. Hello, my weaker half. Dragon boasted confidently. It’s about time you

Crius asked his son. Kane admitted, "I am not sure. I think the twins, who are the two, would become four if you count their wolves. The problem is I do not understand how that evens the score. What is the score? I am having trouble working it out." Talon frowned as she kept turning it over in her mind. However, it was her sister Amara who chimed in, "No, the wolf and the human or god are one. The two halves make the one for all of us. So if the two halves make the one, then the twins, who are two who make the one, would need two more to make four. I think that the score may be the three packs and the reason they have been brought together. I just do not think we have figured out that reason

"What is that curse? "Because God made each of our bodies separated into two parts, we will feel emptiness in our hearts subconsciously, we feel incomplete even if we will have fame and money, all the material things. It is because our other half is missing. We will spend our lives finding that other half, aside from finding our means to survive. To eat, drink, and sleep is not enough to satiate our partial being. We should find our other half, and this half should be good, or kind so that if we are with them, we won’t do the wrongdoing of being disrespectful of humans in the past. In that way, God won’t be mad at us humans again." "So, what happens if a person dies at a very young age?"

“What are The Halves?” Her mouth opened, then closed. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in, her braid brushing my cheek. “It’s an elitist club. Only half-bloods or born-from-magic students can join. Half-lycan, hybrids, half-fae, half-vampire, half-dragon. Even witches born of magical conception but not full blood. They call themselves a club, but people disappear after joining. They say it’s just for rituals, parties, elite privileges…but my sister told me stories.”

“In the sense that when you find your mate, your wolf and their wolf will be instantly attracted. It’s deeper than human emotion, so, the human half of a werewolf becomes confused while the wolf is calling for its mate.” “Are you saying you aren’t the wolf too?” he narrowed his eyes. I sighed, realizing explaining it was harder than I’d thought. “I am the human and the wolf at all times, but it’s like having two parts to you instead of one. Imagine one brain being split into two, if you will. The one half of my brain reacts as a human would, and the other reacts as a wolf. I can appear as either at any time whenever I want.” He nodded. “That sounds…confusing.”

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

Stars, if they cared, did not say so. Morning would come with tape and towels and laughter and pain and work. She would show up for all of it. And when the mirror split her into halves again, she would teach the halves how to hold each other without dropping the blade.

She averted her gaze for a moment, “I’m a half, that’s why.” Oh? So halves don’t have the ability to shift? “So,” I wanted more information, “Halves can’t change their appearance?” I thought about it, “A half? Like a child between a human and a beast? Is that it?” I folded my arms, “But is it considered fine if you can’t shift?” She scratched her cheek in dismay, “No, it’s not,” She didn’t look at me directly, “Any wolf that can’t shift is looked down upon.” I saw she didn’t like talking about it but I still wanted to ask more.