Inhuman Romane & Geschichten

“He’s human and nothing bad is going to happen during the remainder of his stay. ‘Until you’re a mindless drone again’ she thought. Letting his manipulative ass back in her life will be doing everyone good. She didn’t like it at all. “So who do you think the rat is?” she asked. “Could be anyone. The only thing they were slow today. I just want to catch whoever it is in action and then they’ll regret ever knowing me, Megumi Hirose” she grinned. “And that’s a promise”.

Dale turned slowly, her breath increasing. She had turned to see someone flat on the mud. She couldn't recognize the figure. All she knew was that he was a human being was now in complete deformation. His pelvic joint was now pushed out and his right arm now amputated. His legs twisted in a position beyond repair. He muttered some words and was in great pain. Slowly turned towards her direction, stretching his plate forward still muttering the arms incantation. Jessy felt Dale's grip was beginning to loosen from her waist.

Aidan explains, pointing towards the new guy known as Thomas, he was quite tall with dark black hair, maybe around his late twenties early thirties. "I don't work with guys I met seconds before we leave" Anthony almost growls out looking towards the two guys, he's never acted like this around me, is this what's he's actually like? "I don't know you from Adam, how do I know you ain't a grass?" He questions the new guy, who brings his hands out his pockets looking in our direction. "Trust me sir, I've heard many things about you, there is no way I would double cross a guy with your record" the guy explains holding his hand out for Anthony, who just stares at him, what kind of record this has

We would never try for a child. I lowered my head in shame, “I got an implant last year.” I told her, “Too busy for a baby.” I was not busy. Not at all. Triston told me three years ago, we would never have a child. He never wanted that from me now. Four years ago, though, that’s all we wanted. For us to have a bundle in our home, to feel like I had purpose again. If I weren’t so careless, I would have fulfilled that dream, but now. It’s all a memory.

They were usually referred to as ‘Normies’ by the New Types. Animal Hunters was the weakest class of enhanced humans. They were people who had taken the New Type potion, but didn’t have enough talent to gain greater strength. They were a capable fighting force since they could handle Low Class Magical Beasts with very little problem. However, they were looked down on by the stronger New Types since they were relatively weak to be called enhanced humans.

The crack echoed. The hunter gasped, coughing blood, but he didn’t scream. Brave. Or brainwashed. I couldn’t give a fuck at this point. I pinched his chin and forced his face up to meet my gaze “I think you have it mixed up who the real monsters are.” His lips curled, red with blood. “You all are abominations, soon your inhuman strength will become a danger to us all… animals can’t ignore their instincts for too long”

- Grace "Humanoid's strengths are at their thick armours but their weakness point is at their heart and their head. Their heart is made up of alloy that can be burn instantly when heat immense. We can penetrate the humanoids heart at the back of their head, near the neck." - Humanoid 2 replied while showing its core system. The scientists are more focused on developing cure, they have tried some sample blood from the infected person. They also carry a real infected person in the isolation room to try if the serum they are working on is effective.

I elbowed him back, harder. “This human is not like any other,” my father continued, his voice lowering but losing none of its intensity. “She is unaffected by any creature’s presence or aura, regardless of rank. She lacks basic human self-preservation. She is defiant, rebellious to an extreme. She has taken on full-grown lycans, vampires, even demons, without hesitation.” My interest, despite myself, was piqued. A human immune to auras? Unheard of. A flicker of something dark and predatory stirred in my gut, an ancient instinct long dormant.

There might be tracks too. What do you think it is? Human, but not human. Something sickly. Dying. Let’s go.

He couldn't help but frown and wince as he felt a little pain from it. The ugly sight of the scratch sent shivers down his spine, a grim reminder of his impending fate. If this ugly purple spreads through his body, for sure, he'll no longer be a human. He will be one of the mindless creatures. With each passing moment, the veins beneath his skin pulsed with an unsettling rhythm, signaling the inevitable transformation into a mindless creature.