Unusual Traits Novels & Stories

“Is that supposed to happen?” I spot another student, a boy, slouching against a wall, sweating and panting heavily while his partner fans him with a notebook. My spine tenses up. “Isn’t this supposed to come naturally?” “That is normal.” Elijah slides in beside me. “Everyone handles it differently. Some never go through the change at all.” “What do you mean? Like, do they fail the test?” “No. They end up not turning at all, but they still carry special abilities and wolf traits. That doesn’t mean you fail. It means you’re meant for something else.”

They were more emotionally stable and if they will, they could keep up with both Prime Alpha and Beta Sentinel. But along with these new categories came another two, Feral and Aberrant. The first one pertains to people of any secondary gender who lost touch with reality and could be triggered by a lot of stressful situations. The latter was a category for those who had genetic disabilities. Common cases were because of the difference in the genes of the parents.

Traits— the most mysterious and magical aspect of the Trait Maker Planet. At the age of 6, every individual awakes a trait. Traits are magical abilities that may come in any form and shape. This also implies that most humans spend a long time trying to locate their traits. After all, there is no specific ritual. It is a simple truth. After the age of 6, an individual can use his trait— whatever it may be. Fortunate ones find it within days, unfortunate ones spend their entire lifetime finding for one, not knowing if they even have a trait.

he said. I smiled at it, and wondered the kind of Beta I had. He was unpredictable, totally, and was the kind who possesses distinctive features, with unexplainable characters and touching emotions, with the mix of sensational aura. While he managed to attain that feat, I was the one who he read most of the time.

Lightning flickered, very far off, low and faint like a single candle in a vast hall. “You were born with threads to all the elements,” the Goddess went on. “A rare weaving. Most wolves carry a single strong current in their blood, with traces of others. You are atypical. Stronger. Wilder. Left alone, that could make you powerful—and unstable. I would not see you burn to ash from both ends.” Her words dropped like stones into Luna’s mind. *Atypical.* She’d been that her whole life. Small, strange, not fitting shapes others wanted.

Physical traits of a werewolf were A unibrow, A lot of body hair, A swing to their step when they walk, Bent nails- She couldn't read any further. These were all wack. Andreas didn't possess any of these things. She definitely would have spotted a unibrow if she had seen one, for one. As strange as Lake Creek was, no one had a unibrow. After dropping e-mails for her family to see whenever they woke up, she yawned and finally welcomed sleep.

People only pretended to be vampires. And there were rational explanations for everything. She'd checked Malcolm's tooth, and it had been a normal size. Okay, so it was more pointed than usual. That could be explained, too. It was an unusual genetic trait. A person could be born with webbed fingers or toes without being a mermaid. And the coffins? Oh God. What possible explanation could there be for that?

6 ∆ Charm: 5.5 ∆ Special Abilities: World Travel (Lvl. 3) Mini Map (N/A) Skills: Passive:- Intimidation (Mid) Martial Arts (High) Weapon Mastery (High) Versatile Works (High) Active:- Identify (N/A) Special Traits: Calm Minded Limitless physical growth Modern Man Perfect Specimen (Due to high-Status Attributes (Charm + Intellect), one has been considered highly attractive and able to influence others to view one positively.)

“What do you mean?” Antonio’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel before he finally turned the key. “Not my story to tell. But if there’s one thing you should know, it’s that out of all his baggage, Adrian’s worst trait is his trust issues. Life has made him put his guard up permanently. But he trusts you, Kira. That’s why you haven’t ended up like the rest.” I stiffened. “The rest? What rest?” Antonio just flashed me a tight-lipped grin and pressed down on the gas. “Enough moody talk. Let’s do something fun.”

After she'd freshened up, then she would wish a best friend a happy birthday. She walked into the house and saw her parents having a meeting in the living room with a weird looking man. He looked huge and hairy. He had noticeable scars on his face, and despite the fact that they were discussing in low voices, his rough, deep voice echoed to every corner of the room. Maybe it was just her, but he looked he was head of some gang. Despite the fact he wore quite an expensive-looking suit, with a shiny watch and a pair of shoes, he still looked gory, and Vivian disliked his appearance. But she didn't care. Whatever her parents had going on with the man was their business.