Unusual Traits Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

“People have a hard time following rules.” “Not everyone,” Liezel argued. “Lighten up. No doubt you will find the perfect housemate soon. Someone who doesn’t like pets; doesn’t swear, smoke, drink, date; and hates music and everything fun. I’m pretty positive you will find someone who checks all the boxes, so don’t close yourself off again. Not yet.” Since college, Liezel knew that Una was different from everyone else. Early on in their friendship, she had discovered how quick-tempered and impatient her friend was, yet she assured her that she was okay with it.

I can’t help but hiss as my nails grow long, breaking through my skin and becoming my weapons. Partially shifting is a rare trait. It has nothing to do with being special or more powerful. Only the right dose of black ooze your father slips into your tea, claiming it is vitamins when you are a child. It’s not a thing that wears off, only builds up, allowing for more morphing into your wolf's body without losing your human traits.

I was running late so I had picked out whatever gear and clothes that I found and ended up looking very unprofessional for the task. Katy explained that this was an institute for those with the special ability to use the power of the soul, a rare talent. Such people are characterized by, not fitting among society, outcasted everywhere for their strange character or approach to things, unique traits, or way of thinking. They looked like every other ordinary person, but it was their beautiful way of thinking that set them apart from others. This place was a haven for all those people who had no place to call their home, it was a place for them to relax and be themselves while fostering their l

I hated their pity, I also hated their indifference. I wasn’t always like this. I didn’t have to be like this. Traga was just not a place for outliers. We were a unique pack of wolves, a pack of wolves with powers - abilities rare and few in other packs. We had them in the many, every third wolf had something special about them, but when it came to behaviour we all had to be the same. Sane, perfect and clean as if that made us stronger.

These traits manifested not only in his healing capabilities and his stamina and endurance, but also in his stronger skeleton, more explosive muscles, or the seemingly similar yet subtly different member. Emilia said, "So ugly." She was very disgusted, but she didn't say more. After all, the knowledge she had seen so far was only from textbooks, this was the first time she had seen it in person. Just like the slight difference between the sample cake printed on the flyer of a cake shop and the actual cake, Emilia didn't take the bulging tip as something wrong, she really just thought it was the size difference between the cherries on the cake in the flyer and the actual cake.

"I wasn't sure you would inherit this particular---trait, but it appears you have." "Obviously." I rolled my eyes, "Heterochromia Iridium isn't that uncommon." "Ah yes, our eyes." Garrett paused, clearly taken aback. "That is not the trait I'm referring to." I stood silent, I couldn't think of what else he might be talking about.

“A surprise. I like surprises.” I didn’t. He took a bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully. “Do you ever worry?” he continued conversationally. “About?” I asked. “That it might inherit something… unfortunate?” The air shifted. Charlotte’s grip tightened in mine. I stared at him. “Be clear.” Aiden’s smile softened. “You know. Temperament. Instability. Certain… family traits.” “You mean you,” I said coldly. Cecilia shifted uncomfortably. Aiden chuckled lightly.