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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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

GYPSY TALES BY A FULL MOON

The Gypsy King ~ continued

Gypsy King Ferka continued his peaceful walk through the woods, savoring the scents of nature along the way: the smell of the hickory trees light on the wind and the wisps of embers cast off by the campfire back at the gypsy camp.

Gypsy King Ferka suddenly stopped short, concerned by what he didn't hear for the woods had become deathly quiet, only the faint chants of the mandolin baying from the gypsy camp in the distance. Something was awry.

A haunting howl permeated the still air and Gypsy King Ferka was electrified as a chill ran down his spine. Wolf - but not your average wolf.....werewolf. He was acutely familiar with the howl of the werewolf.

Without adieu, Gypsy King Ferka threaded his way back to the gypsy camp taking a different path in an effort to stamp out his scent. Werewolves possessed keen scents - and keen bites, too. Fatal bites... This gypsy king had friends that had been kissed by werewolves, but had never lived to tell the tale. And Ferka didn't plan on joining his friends just yet!

Ferka's path was suddenly blocked by the shadow of his inward fear and there before him standing hunched on hind legs was the werewolf - slobbering, growling.....not a sight for sore eyes.

Ferka feared his sudden demise and reached into his pocket, clasping his single treasure on earth. For a man to hold his heart in his hands was a man who would die a happy man.

The werewolf lunged forward and Ferka held up his hand, shielding the blow that was to follow. A haunting yelp filled the air and then, a sudden thump. When Gypsy King Ferka opened his eyes, through the moonlight he saw the werewolf on the ground, his lucky silver coin lodged in its chest.

From this day forward, Ferka obeyed all Codes of Superstition, particularly Gypsy Superstition and never took a walk at night.

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Featured Gpysy Stories

Werewolf Meets a Gypsy - Once upon a time there lived a sweet werewolf and a cranky old gypsy. The werewolf had come to accept his curse with time, deciding to make the best out of a bad situation. No sense in remaining bitter about his wolf curse and full moons. continue

The Crystal Ball - A gypsy caravan had been through the area last night leaving behind a fog so thick that one could cut it with a knife. continue

Caravan of Gypsies - Ten tipsy gypsies set off for adventure one summer day. A few steps down the road, they met a man selling tambourines. continue

Gypsy King - Once upon a time there lived a naughty gypsy king named Ferka. Gypsy King Ferka did not like rules one little bit. For example, whenever he walked on a sidewalk, rather than avoiding all the cracks so he wouldn't chance breaking his mother's back, Gypsy King Ferka stepped on all the sidewalk cracks. continue

Silver Dollar Gypsy - Syeira was a beautiful gypsy who loved nothing more than belly dancing the night away. continue

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