Unusual Traits Novels & Stories

“My answer to that would be far too nerdy. I’ve read every post-apocalyptic book out there.” “List your unpopular opinions?” “Too negative.” “Pros and cons? Or what about obscure skills?” “Does it mean, like, juggling?” “Well, what about listing the things that stand out about you? Not generic interests like ‘enjoys travel and good food.’ You want to put unusual, funny things that only those who have the same interests as you will recognize.” “Right, that makes sense.” I think hard and type a few sentences, tweaking them until I’m happy with them. Charlie reads it and laughs. “It’s so you.”

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.

It genetically makes males morons. Speaking for morons. I rolled my eyes as one of the Frost triplets walked past with Jane Burns clinging to his arm. I don’t know which of them is dumber. Jane because she doesn’t realize the Frost family uses people like tissues. Or whichever Frost because he either isn’t aware or doesn’t care that she’d only into him for status.

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.

Besides, she supports him in her own way with his daughter, who suffers from a very rare illness. I climb into the damn car to head out. I tell the driver to put the radio on. This running back and forth really isn't my thing. Most likely, I'd be on the balcony right now, admiring the sunset... 'thinking I'm normal', though that would mean I'd have no personality, nothing to define me. I'd be so ordinary—and I wouldn't have met her. I wouldn't have been able to adapt to her lifestyle. Maybe we'll never have a typical relationship like others, because she's special. The kind of person who will always be unlike anyone else in every possible way. That's what makes them unique, attractive... tha

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?”

'I'm confident that she could. If there is anyone who could surpass Nathan, it is her." "Nathan is an anomaly. He can't be considered by normal means. You need to understand the reason he was able to stand at the position unrivaled when we had ten top-class hunters amid us." "His elements are just a small part of the reason behind his strength. Even the training he went through doesn't comprise the whole picture. The scariest part is two of his special traits. The first one is his battle instincts, while the second one is his reaction time."