Unusual Traits Novels & Stories

I suddenly have my own theory of just how she got this fat. I shove my disgust deep down where neither she nor anyone else can see it and smile. “Not today Melda.” I say and leave without another word. People like me are called the Abnormo, the freaks. We are weird because we deviate from what is normal in Lyria. Abnormos, not so surprisingly, do not live very long in Lyria. And contrary to what Aden thinks, I do intend to live very long and have those babies with him.

Astrid was filled with unease. Ray's last move had been utterly terrifying. Thirty-six people—all ability users—and they had all died in an instant. Sure, Astrid could have wiped out thirty-six people herself if her powers were far stronger than theirs. That would have been a straightforward massacre. But Ray's ability… it was too bizarre. Too strange for her to even comprehend. Fire, ice, earth spikes—those were understandable, traceable. But this? What kind of power was this? For a fleeting moment, she had even feared she might die herself.

PERSONALITY : kind-hearted, timid, scaredy-cat, loves people and cares a lot, hates violence and bitter things, gets manipulated easily, and stutters a lot as a habit. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...°

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.

He didn't care about saving Antonia; he just wanted to use her to humiliate his rival. Watching him unmask himself, a chilling realization washed over Antonia. She realized right then and there that we truly cannot judge people based entirely on their first act. Sometimes, there is far more hidden beneath their soul than what they show the world. Tristan was the perfect example—someone who appeared to be an angel on the first encounter, yet harbored a manipulative, dark spirit within himself. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing. In contrast, her thoughts shifted to Portia. Portia looked notoriously dangerous, acting like a heartless, destructive monster that everyone feared and believed in.

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.

She was an Aberrant and the only one in her family. Her parents as well as her brother were Betas and probably, she would be the same if she presented like a normal Valfari teenager, but she never did. She still had those enhanced senses but her stamina didn’t change and she never got her Heat. All of the specialists that checked on her concluded that she was an Aberrant. As this was uncommon for someone whose parents both have secondary genders, she was labeled as a freak of nature by most of the people back in Rivermoon.

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.

“Romano would never lead you somewhere important. Not because he’s brave… because they’ve already calculated your every move.” Enzo crossed his arms. “So what are you suggesting?” “That you stop being predictable.” Antonio scoffed. “We’re predictable?” “You’re disciplined,” I corrected. “But an age-long family-oriented.” “And that’s a problem?” Romeo asked lazily. “It is when your enemy is someone close to you… A part of the family, perhaps.” I dropped the marker and turned to them. “Which brings me to my main point: If we want to one-up them,” I continued, “we have to do something none of you would ever do. Something unorthodox. Something they would never see coming.”

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.