Unusual Traits Novels & Stories

"But the most interesting part is how you can tell if someone's blood, and I mean anyone mind you, has that werewolf trait." "Trait?" Clint asked. "So it's not an infection?" "An infection? No, of course not. Rather, it's a mutation. A development." "So you're saying humans turning into wolves and killing people is a development?" Clint asked. "You might see it as something devastating. But when you look between the lines it all makes so much sense. The ability of a man to change his form to an animal is very rare. His bones break and his body twists. Also, his senses are heightened and he can smell the rain in the air and danger ahead. It gets easier to even predict the weather correctly, 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.

I have a rare disorder that sets me apart from my pack; I have multiple wolves within me. Max has a likable character. He's very funny and charming. Whenever he takes over, I become the most funny and charming person ever. He's also a food lover and can go to great lengths to get food. He once made me eat from a little girl's lunch on a bus because he was hungry. I nearly died of embarrassment. Max is peaceful, but I don't like it when he takes over because he can be too mischievous.

is exceedingly rare, with only a handful of documented cases throughout history. As I listened to Dr. Julian's words, my mind whirled with a mix of astonishment and disbelief. The idea of such a genetic anomaly seemed like something out of a fantastical tale, but here I was, confronted with the possibility that I, my unborn child, carried within us the genetic potential for this extraordinary union.

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.

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.

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.

I paused, my hands still on the jacket I had just worn. “A rogue?” My brows knitted together. “What do you mean, unusual?” Rogues were always dangerous, driven by primal needs and a lack of resources to sustain life so they had to force their chances to obtain whatever they could have. They were filled with greed and thirst for blood. But it was their way of living lawlessly that put them in such a situation which turned them into a… monster. Killian took a step inside, closing the door partway behind him. “We can’t understand what’s wrong, but it was acting unusual,” he explained.