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
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GYPSY TALES BY A FULL MOON
The 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.
Whenever he spilled
salt, he dumped more out rather than tossing a pinch over his back.
He feasted on opening umbrellas inside his gypsy wagon. And
he owned a black cat that he named Unlucky, purposely. 
Gypsy King Ferka not only disobeyed the Human Code of Superstition, he also disobeyed Gypsy Superstition. Due to such, the Gypsy King never carried leu in his pockets; however, he did carry with him a silver dollar given to him by an American vacationer who had attended a performance of the gypsies several full moons ago. Ferka loved how the silver caught the moonlight and it had become his favorite treasure - his only treasure. He was never found without it for he slept with it, ate with it and even bathed with it. He was amazed at how it never lost its sheen.
One late evening Gypsy King Ferka decided to talk a walk in the woods - a feat taboo to all gypsies for a gypsy never took a walk in the woods after sunset.
A full moon waved high overhead, at times hidden by the thick curtain of dark clouds sailing beneath. The night was crisp and Ferka wished he had not left his cloak back in his gypsy wagon. Ah, the life of a gypsy king - so carefree, so relaxing, so sublime, he thought. He wouldn't trade it for the world. Let the other so-called kings of the world keep their earthy treasures - their castles, their golden chariots, their fine silver and silk shirts. He was a true king - a king without a care. But that was soon to change.....
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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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