Werewolf, Ghost & Gypsy Stories
Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.
One with so many powers is now powerless to gaze into a simple looking glass. What does this malaise represent? No turning back? A release from mankind, yet the need for mankind in order to survive?
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Quickly - bookmark this page before you backtrack and can't find it again.
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- Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785. Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser. He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim. continue
The Haunted House - "Over here, I tell you! The coffin is over here!" Mona rolled her eyes up at Frank. Idiot. He was acting if he'd found the secret entrance in the wall rather than her. She had a good mind to turn back and let Frank stand his chances of being sacrificed by the coven of she-male vampires that inhabited the dungeon of the castle. . . . continue
The Crying Veil - Anna's eyes widened in terror as the wedding veil she had situated on her head was suddenly covered with blood - drops of blood. She detected crying, pitiful crying as if someone in her head were in agony.... continue
The Ethnic Vampire Wars -A thick layer of fog lay captive in the valley below the castle. It was the Ethnic Vampire Wars. continue
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Werewolf Short Story - Cane Walker
Once upon a time there was a young man obsessed with canes. During the holidays, he bought out all the candy canes in town.
But he didn't stop there - no he didn't. He bartered furiously with the local medicine shoppe, buying out all the canes, leaving none in stock for those in need.
But he didn't stop there. He marched over to the mercantile and snapped up all the umbrellas equipped with hooked handles and anything else that slightly resembled a cane.
One would have thought that he would have stopped there - but oh no. The man hastened to the local blacksmith shoppe, intent on buying up any iron object that slightly resembled a cane.
As he entered, he found the shoppe hot and undesirable - but nothing could stop his intent.
An older woman was at the shoppe conversing with the blacksmith, and when the man would have shoved her aside to talk with the blacksmith, he noticed the most lovely silver cane that he'd ever seen resting in the woman's frail hands.
"Madam, how much would you take for that old cane?" the young man asked, trying to downplay the beauty of the silver cane.
The old woman winced her lips together, then informed tersely, "Why nothing young man! This cane was a gift from my great grandfather and to me, it is priceless."
"Priceless? Or, worthless?" the man argued, quirking the old woman's anger. "If the cane holds no price, it therefore holds no value."
To which, the old woman unexpectedly began beating the young man with her beautiful silver cane. And being a werewolf, the young man vanished quite swiftly.
Moral of the Werewolf Story: Value is in the eye of the beholder.
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Featured Werewolf Stories
Dances With Wolfbane - If you will look closely within these shrouded walls, you will see a castle knitted into a cove. Below the castle lies no gate, lies no walls, lies no clinging ivy - but a thatch of wolfbane, a wilting thatch of wolfbane. And within the castle walls resides Shernoff, man about the town by day, werewolf by night... continue
Nine Inch Nails - One hot August night, Sally examined her hands under the full moon sailing high overhead. She detested her hands, in particular her nails. So boxy, so brittle, so wavy and too short. continue
Cane Walker - Once upon a time there was a young man obsessed with canes. During the holidays, he bought out all the candy canes in town. continue
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Moon Hunters - Charlie was a werewolf. Had been since his early forties. Situated on the edge of a precipice, he gazed upon the village below which he now knew was a pooling of idiots, blinded by evil - the evil that now hunted him. continue
Shadow Rider - The night was young. The yellow sun had vacated the cloudless sky a short hour ago leaving behind a shroud of intense heat. continue
There Wolf! -There was something extremely odd about Dafney's date. He had an awful lot of hair, his upper lip kept quavering like a horse in heat, and he smelled a bit....wild, as if he'd been sleeping outdoors with a pack of wolves. continue
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