Unusual Traits Novels & Stories

My silence seemed to please Killian. “You don’t have to admit it,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against my wrist again—a featherlight touch that sent a shiver down my spine. “It doesn’t matter.” That snapped me out of it. Having a wolf matters! While others were naming their wolves, I was busy searching for mine. While others were shifting for the first time, I was being called a freak—born with unique physical traits but no wolf, no special abilities to back them up. People whispered that I was a true descendant of some rare wolves from the far north. But there was no proof.

A few Elders instinctively stepped back. “No mortal, no mage, no bonded triad should be capable of rewriting council-bound magic,” muttered Elder Caen, his eyes wide. “This is… a cosmic shift. A rewriting of the Old Order.” Lorien’s jaw tightened. “It means only one thing.” Cassian raised a brow. “Enlighten us.” “The Trials didn’t break her. They awakened her. Which means the prophecy… the Unbound Triad…” “You thought it was a myth,” Xanden said, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips. “Until she bled through your games and still rose.”

My gut told me something terrible was about to happen. Her face darkened further. She said in desperation, “I really like you, but I have no choice. I want to survive with my sister.” She admitted that approaching me had been part of her plan from the beginning. She had set everything up to trick me into becoming a blood bank. It turned out that I had a rare blood type, RH-negative. The middle-aged man at her place that day was her boss, Victor Stone. He was involved in illegal businesses, including the underground blood trade.

"You could have turned. That's what normal people do." "Oh! Maybe I'm not in the normal people league. Anywhere. Your body is gorgeous. I couldn't stop my eyes. I thought you had something different on you." "Why? Why would I? Why would you think that?" "Well, because you are a mutant. You know, like those that are in the movies. They usually have um... what is it? A bad reflex. A disorder... An umm.... Yah. Entropy." "I have nothing like such. About the Mutants. You father didn't just experiment on my team. He also experimented on teams before mine. See that guy from yesterday. Armstrong?

It was a daily battle with her long curls, and she cursed at her mongrel hair, a strange combination of midnight black locks with blue streaks, all-natural, that had a weird white shimmer to it in the dark. Huffing with the effort, she piled the stubborn mess on top of her head and secured it there, scowling as she looked in the mirror at herself. She wasn't blind and knew that guys found her attractive, she was a tall girl for seventeen, almost six foot and well built, for some reason she always maintained a curvy, muscular body, despite eating whatever she liked, and while other girls her age struggled with acne and baby fat, her tanned skin was always blemished free and body tight.

“There’s a rumor that Mauvais, the leader of ClandesTeam, is only using her. He accepted her easily which is not his characteristic. He saw the flair of NPU Dealla, of course, like the rest of us, he was fascinated.” Zachary was listening intently. “They’ve done a lot of missions. Even without using flair, NPU Dealla slays monsters effortlessly.” she paused and playfully smirked at Zachary. “It’s in Brouclier’s genes, huh? You guys are slayers.” she poked Zachary’s nose tip. “Tsk, she’s an NPU. It’s just a piece of cake for her.” Cammi playfully raised her eyebrow. She shrugged at Zachary’s humbleness.

Unwanted Assistance The police were all searching for her. There were several units patrolling the area. Sergeant Acheki knew it was rare for an individual to display multiple powers. Most of them would use a maximum of two, usually never more. There were a small few that could use three, but Akaisha wasn’t normal. She showed the use of three, maybe even more. They considered her a superhuman. It gave him a guilty conscious. It was illegal to use any form of superhuman traits, even if she was doing it for a good reason. Saving lives and stopping a robbery in progress was amazing. Akaisha was, by definition, breaking the law. Unfortunately.

is instead called a Quirk. An example of a quirk would be the ability to turn one's skin to metal, but only being able to turn one hand into metal. A person with a similar talent could turn his entire body into metal or even turn other objects into metal. Rank Ds are persons with no talent at all, these people are even rarer than rank S's, most people fall between C and A.

People knew my name but because most didn't talk to me directly, I was alone. On the night I was born the world was in a state of shock when so many children hatched from eggs all across the world. We were all different shapes and sizes. What made us stand out from the rest were the unique features that we had. For some of us it was the startling beauty of our eyes. For others was their size or abilities that could be seen right away. The thing that made me stand out was my hair. It was a deep coal black with unnatural red streaks.