Unicorn Wars Human Novels & Stories

A human? On the deck of the Giant Whale, the greatest of Umbracia's four Lords of War stood imposingly. Known as the Giant Whale Lord of War, he towered over two meters tall, his hands gripping a deep blue steel trident, his figure clad in gleaming sky-blue battle armor. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, eyes alight with a fierce glow. Indeed, it was a human. The Lord of War, the mightiest and youngest of his era, the very man who had sparked this monumental conflict, Alexander!

"A man who tries to use his own children doesn't deserve to be our father. He lost, and Mommy is free now." Sean ripped off the headphones. He smashed the receiver against the wall. The outer shell shattered. He stared at the broken pieces. Inside, it was completely empty like a toy model. There wasn't even a single wire. The level of control and surveillance he had always been proud of had been nothing but a complete joke from the very beginning. He screamed hysterically at the empty room. "Say it! Say it again!" The only answer he received was silence. Sean suddenly started laughing like a madman.

"With respect, future Alpha, you have two warriors. We have intel that a rogue pack of six was hired yesterday. After the Summit." Hired? By who? James and Jace exchange a look. I step forward before they can argue. "What's your name?" The Beta seems surprised I asked. "Marcus. Beta Marcus of Dark Moon, Luna." "Marcus, I'm Kira. Not Luna. But... thank you. For coming." Marcus bows his head. Actually bows. A Beta of the strongest pack bowing to a 19-year-old human girl on the side of a snowy road. "We will be shadows, Lu- Kira."

She shakes her head. “The Sun Warriors are an organization of hunters that came about after the werewolf-human war. They used to hunt werewolves and were considered a threat,” I glance at the human in front of me, “to us,” I distinguish, motioning to myself, “until their leader vanished. They have since disappeared for all intents and purposes.” “They fought… for humans?” Amelia asks. I nod, watching as she processes my confirmation, wondering what’s going on inside her calculating mind. It should bother me, as her master, to know she’s always scheming. My brother’s constantly doing the same, and he is the bane of my existence.

They went off to war and the rest of us trained to survive no matter the outcome to humans. We lost so many Shadow Warriors, but my uncle was right-our survival depended on our ability to adapt and always had. I didn't fight with humans until the last two years of the war. My father died soon after I joined the ranks of fighting Warriors. My uncle survived the main war only to die in the battle with humans when they tried to contain us. Saying I hate them is a mild understatement. There's no human word for how I feel.

I didn't tell them when they were going to attack, I planned on surprising them, matching my armies far into the Kingdom. By the time they would know, we are already far ahead, having the upper hand. Dante had returned as he promised. He was the only one who knew of my attack. I had been able to unlock my wolf which made me heal before people gather and before they could see Dante. "We are making progress," he said, joining me at the stand. "We are getting there," I muttered. "You never accept praise," he complained. "Not until the job is done," I tell him. "You have seized a lot of packs and some have volunteered to join us, that's achievable," he commented.

Then the blonde could have him back. “I heard you weren’t interested in my buddy.” A growl built in the back of her throat at yet another interruption, but some tenuous hold on her human side made her restrain the noise. Still, her only thought was that she couldn’t lose sight of her prey. She didn’t even glance at the new speaker. All her senses were locked on the man at the table in front of her. “Maybe I’m more your type.” She fought back another irritated growl, but this time she did turn to the man standing very close to her.

Crash. To a werewolf of Roman’s pedigree, colliding with an ordinary human was a terrifyingly delicate affair. He had spent his entire adult life restraining his bone-crushing strength among them. As the books tumbled from her grasp, he instinctively reached out, his large, calloused hands gripping her forearms to keep her from hitting the concrete. The very second his skin made contact with hers, the universe violently fractured.

I used my bloody hand to reach up and snatched the fake headwrap from my head, my silver hair exposed. "I told you to leave, and you refused. Now, you don't get a choice." My voice came out as the melded sound of both Halo and I. The men that was left looked confused, but it turned to anger. From what I was told, it was forbidden to shift in human society. We were definitely in the outskirts of a human city, but I felt the shift in their stances and knew they were about to shift. I could handle them at any stage, but I didn't want no human to see it, and then it blows up. I raced to one. His eyes were a cloudy brown. His shift happened quickly. He swiped a clawed hand at me, I ducked under i

Looking out of the carriage, I notice the bodies of numerous human males being piled up. To be burnt no doubt. It has been years since my race waged war on the humans and occupied their kingdom. It was then that the Kingdom of Peon was founded. We became the elites of the society and made the humans our slaves. I don't particularly have anything against them but they are weak and inferior creatures. "It will be nice to have my mate though" I mumble. We werewolves lived way longer that the humans did but I being the ruler of the werewolves have lived even longer.