Werewolves, Gypsies, Full Moon

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

Werewolves, Gypsies, Full Moon

MIDNIGHT, TWILIGHT, DAYLIGHT - Continued

"Humph! Wendy ran off with that dreadful Mel Ting last evening," Joan ripped out in a disgusted tone. "Can't have someone incapable handling a multi-million dollar account, now can we?"

"Hum, do tell," Joe eased out, relaxing for the first time in his life in Joan's presence. The old battle ax had been hit on the neck by one craftier than her! Wendy Walls herself.... Yes, Wendy had blown Joan completed out of Mel's saddle.

"I must say that Mel Ting has rotten taste in women," Joe told her, his eyes connecting with Joan's.

"Oh?" Joan echoed, fluffing her dry, over-processed, singed hair.

"Lucky for Wendy that you weren't in the running for Mel," Joe smiled.

"Oh my, I knew you were smart, Joe - but I didn't know you were this smart," Joan laughed.

Joe relaxed in the comfortable chair, no longer wanting to eat Joan Trotter although another thought was suddenly quite appetizing...

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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

Unchained Werewolf - Sebastian dimmed the lantern he had been swinging from his extended arm, trying to catch sight of what was making a hideous howling noise in the distance. The near distance, at that... continue

Six Pack Wolf Pack - Original Werewolf poem by Sky Taylor. continue

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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