Novel & Cerita Unusual Traits

The cover bore her grandmother’s initials, and Isabelle’s fingers trembled as she untied the ribbon and flipped through the pages. The journal was filled with elegant handwriting and detailed accounts of her grandmother’s life. As Isabelle read, her pulse quickened. Her grandmother had mentioned peculiar traits that ran in their bloodline—children who were highly intelligent, physically advanced, and emotionally attuned. One passage caught Isabelle’s attention: "Our family carries a gift, but with it comes responsibility. The children born with this gift grow quickly, learn faster, and feel deeper. It is not something to fear but to nurture. Yet, the world may not understand, and secrecy is

Not to sound cocky but I've done a pretty damn job (with my mum's help of course) for the past 7 years, including when I wasn't available. I studied her silver-colored hair which she had from birth, I always admired that color, it fitted her perfectly, I'm pretty sure it added to her intelligence and resilience. She was so cool, after everything she went rnrough over the years, especially with the media when my dad left, she still stood strong. If I ever decided to settle down which would be never, I would marry someone like my mum but that was impossible, girls with my mum's behaviour didn't exist. I suddenly thought of that lady.. Valeria was it? Why was I thinking of her??

Petra's P.O.V. When I see the enormous spider above us, I want to die. I'm not scared of much, but spiders are the one thing I'm terrified of, with their weird eyes, eight legs, and hairy bodies. I seriously have to stop thinking about the damn thing if I'm going to have any chance of getting us out of here.

The front door suddenly opens and he freezes. “What are you doing?” hiss dad asks him. “Nothing” he answers back reluctantly and he was a very bad liar, his father was a harsh one and could not stand any unusual traits in his house and of course he was the kind of a reptile breed, very hostile, he had passed this traits to his children and the entire family had this supernatural gift and improved ability just like the reptiles, they were all superfast and strong unlike any other human being except for their mum. His dad looks at him from head to toe with his reptilian eyes and knows this son of his was up to something.

They were practically twins. I will admit that MacKenzie's outfit definitely accentuated her curvaceous body, even though my lovely mate was much shorter than me. She was probably at 5'2 while I'm stood at a towering 6'2. My family will be different if my mate decides to accept me as her mate and of course accepts Milan. I know Milan already likes her and likes Serenity as his sister, so that wouldn't be a problem. We literally don't care that our family will be different skin wise. That's what will make us unique. Our interracial family. I really hope she accepts us.

Roman asks grimly, clenching his jaw. "Until we breed it out, people will continue to be branded as Unfortunates. It appears to be a spontaneous genetic mutation - we cannot find any pattern or genetic reasoning for it in families. If you have an Unfortunate sibling, you are no more likely to be branded than any other wolf on the street. One pack, in particular, was an exemption from that, but they live in Northern Scandinavia and don't generally follow mating practices anyway," he states. "What does this have to do with us being mates?" Avery queries, feeling slightly confused now.

"Being mated to three brothers? You find that unusual?" "Yes!" I said, finally looking up at him. "It’s beyond unusual. It’s impossible. I’ve never heard of a girl having three mates. It’s not how the stories go. It’s not how the world works. How am I supposed to... how do I even belong to three different werewolves?" Lucien leaned back, a thoughtful look on his face. "The fact that it’s unusual is exactly what makes it special, Jasmine. Special things, rare things are only meant for special girls like you.

Grecco D`Angelo I had that feeling before, and I have seen it in him, but it was like a blink, something that, if you were not watching up close or looking into it, it would pass by. When I held his hand, I could see, and I was amazed by what I had discovered. I saw his parents, how he was special, and how the family noticed from the beginning. They called him an anomaly, but he was not. Both his parents were humans, and yet he had supernatural traits. I bet if we do a DNA scan of his biological parents, we would find some supernatural traits, recessive. But present, and they manifested in him.

“But, honestly, it’s not bad. At least you’re persistent. Not many stick around for me.” “Let’s face it, I’m not like most people,” I replied, offering a small grin. “And admit it, that’s why you keep coming back. You’re far from normal yourself.” He reclined in his chair, looking contemplative. “You’ve got a point. We’re both unique, just in our own ways.” “So how do we differ?” I inquired, intrigued. “Well, you’re headstrong, unyielding, and you rarely take advice,” he chuckled. “As for me... let’s just say I’m the perilous kind of unusual.”

Although it also happens to those I secretly hate. The only person who can understand me is my grandma. Our abilities only come out to one person in the family and it also skips the generation. My mom and her siblings didn't have any special abilities. My cousins are also normal people except for me. The lucky one who got the healer's touch and the curse of usog from my ancestors.