Unusual Traits Novels & Stories

I explain, turning my head away from him, feeling ashamed. He pulls my chin up with one finger to look at him. I continued. “When I woke up, I felt normal. I got up and walked home as nothing happened. When I arrived, my mother was in the kitchen doing the dishes from supper, and my father sat at the table looking through the day’s newspaper. My brother, who was only 16 at the time, came downstairs to grab a drink, and it hit me. My throat was on fire, but not like I was dying for water. It was much more intense.” I tell him as I glance back down to the floor. He looks at me with his complete attention. I continue as I stare off. “Maverick, I’m not a good person. that night changed me. I att

Maya studies the photograph more closely. There's something about Theodore's smile that seems familiar, and with a start, she realizes it's the same smile she sees on Aiden's face when he's up to mischief. "What happened?" she asks, though part of her dreads the answer. Morris's face hardens. "Madness," he says flatly. "A genetic trait that has plagued the Carter line for generations." His eyes fixed on her with uncomfortable intensity. "A trait that you would do well to be wary of, Miss, particularly where your children are concerned."

“How can that be possible? I'm quite sure that if I Was indeed a werewolf, I would have known by now.” I turned to him. “And what if you are? Or some . . . unique form of werewolf? Variations happen among our kind, and it's not uncommon to have traits that make you different from the rest. Like shifting, for example. There are some werewolves that can't shift, but are recognised as werewolves regardless.” He gingerly got up to his feet too. His slacks went taut against his form. A hint of color was returning to his face. “Okay, let's say that you have a point, I don't have werewolf ancestors.”

Rahman announces, moving from the window to come across the room and help himself to my iced tea. I scowl at him and poke him in the ribs. " He may be closer to the thruth than he realizes." I tell sanjil with a smile. " All artists seem to be crazy to some extent, it shows in different ways. Some cut off their ears, some turn into hermits. And some, like yours truly." I motion at myself. " Choose to show case their art through irregular and unconventional mediums." Rahman snorts. " Codswallop." He announces.

Fear of who this strange man, standing before me under a red cloak, is capable of doing to me with a snap of his fingers. My head jerked up, my body shaking violently. Suddenly, I was standing in an awkward position. With my head tilted to the left and my hands curled inwards, like I was having some sort of episode that rarely happens to wolves. It was unheard of to see wolves collapse on the ground and vomit blood, or feel just a bit of weakness, even for an omega. Werewolves always had a unique trait which separated us from human beings. It was our gift, to heal quickly and never get sick. However, I started to doubt that same notion as my body convulsed, making my eyes flicker and my hand

My confession makes him grimace. “Do you have any special abilities?” “You mean besides my incredible charm and my ability to chug Edge like a champ? No. I'm your average werecoyote. Unfortunately, I can't make unicorns dance.” A light chuckle leaves his lips. I'm thankful Gaston's not judging me for my lack of paranormal gifts. Many werecreatures have additional special abilities. Some are telepathic, some can cure, and others carry lethal gifts that can incapacitate an opponent with little effort. The royal werecreatures in our world fawn over the gifted. The rest of us ungifted folks are seen as second-class citizens.

Those are facts, not ego. Maybe you've wondered, when you've seen a person like me, "how does that happen?" Or maybe you haven't bothered. But the thing is, I can tell you: My parents both have strange features. I have my mother's eyebrows and her build. I have my father's nose and ears. I am a hodgepodge of my parent's strange features. And neither of my parents is what anyone would call "ugly." But it's like their features are slightly off. Like they only make sense when they come together on my face and in my body. My mother has said something to that effect for my entire life. I don't so much have "good genes" as perfectly balance genes.

But I can’t help but ask softly, “Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” My mother’s expression turns sad. “I didn’t know you had inherited the trait until you mentioned your visions. Not everyone in our line does—Caleb doesn’t, for instance. I didn’t want you to think I was crazy, not so soon after we’d been reunited, so I didn’t say anything.” There’s more to it than that; I can tell. My mother isn’t telling me everything. “Tell me the truth,” I insist. She hesitates, then nods. “The Dreamer trait is very rare, Iris. And very valuable. Throughout history, people with our abilities have been sought after by those in power—kings, generals, politicians. Used as tools, as weapons.”

He panted heavily while his partner used a notebook as a makeshift fan and waved it in front of his face. I straightened. “Isn’t this supposed to come naturally?” “That is perfectly normal.” Elijah stepped in beside me. “Everyone handles it differently. Some never pass through the change.” “What do you mean? They fail the test?” My eyes widened. “No. They just don’t turn at all, but they still carry special abilities and have wolf traits. That doesn’t mean you fail. It just means you're meant for something else.” “Like what? And what happens if you do change? What’s the purpose for that, besides heeding control over it?”

She doesn't seem to understand the attitude he makes. She sighed due to the irritable feeling she feels. "Argh! Why does he act as if he cares for me and why does he makes me feel like as if I'm nothing!" she whispered unto herself. Grace meant about JL, the man of her dreams. She met JL Cortez on social media. JL's appearance is five feet and nine inches tall and he has Chinese-like eyes but in Grace's eyes, he's masculine, especially he looks like Daniel Padilla, a Filipino Actor in the Philippines. He's kind, a young lad who helps household chores, that's why he knows how to cook, he helps his parents' on their business, he takes care of his siblings.