Werewolf, Ghost & Gypsy Stories
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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Werewolf Short Story - Nine Inch Nails
Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn
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.
And being allergic to fake nails was a bummer. Yes, it was her little cross in life to bear. Ugly short nails.
Suddenly, deftly Sally was attacked from behind, knocked completely to the ground. Desperately, she tried to fight off her attacker. Through her delirium, she assumed it was a wild dog.
Panic-stricken, she was quickly overtaken by the beast, falling into a deep, deep sleep....
When Sally awoke, she was terrified to discover fangs springing out of her mouth, covering her lips. A silky mane followed and it was at this moment that she realized that she had been bitten by a werewolf.
In shock, she lifted her arm, gazing at her silky mane which was quite lovely, but not nearly as lovely as the nine-inch nails that suddenly shot into place under the glow of the full moon.
Sally smiled, running through the shadows of the night howling, her nail dilemma solved.....
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
Midnight, Twilight, Daylight - Midnight. Joe was preparing for his transformation as he glimpsed a full yellow moon flying high overhead through his open penthouse window. He was three flights up, feeling closer to the moon than to the street below, but the jump from the window would be a piece of cake once the transformation occurred. continue
The Companion - "Helene, I asked before I boarded to come here if I could bring my companion with me and you said yes-" continue
I Want to Eat a Sheep - Little Sheep stood contentedly munching on the tender green grass of the valley floor as the sun sank in the western sky. Night would soon capture the day, but at least a full moon hung high overhead. Sheep liked full moons for they were bright and helped in keeping the wild wolves at bay. continue
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