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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Unchained Werewolf ~ continued
a werewolf story
Sebastian threaded the hook through the skin, silently praying that the beast wouldn't bite him. However, he had little choice except to trust him. In fact, the trust was mutual.
The animal emitted a loud howl, piercing Sebastian's ear and causing him to rear back a bit, though he didn't relent the paw and quickly continued to work, threading the hook through the paw until it was free.
The howling instantly stopped and just as quickly, Sebastian was pounced on by the beast, knocked flat back. He braced for the worse and was relieved as the beast began licking him intensely over the face.
He laughed, wrapping his large arms around the animal, who was obviously quite grateful. He could now make out the shape of what he assumed to be a large dog. Perhaps dumped in the wilderness by uncaring masters who no longer wanted him.
Thirty minutes later, Sebastian had applied some antibacterial cream to the wound and was comforted by the animal's company. It was too late to stroke up a fire, so he reached for can of beer from his ancient ice chest. His new friend settled in beside him and Sebastian stroked his mane and chatted as he enjoyed his beer.
"I wish that I could stay out here forever, fellow. Only pain and suffering back home." He sighed, then continued, "What a pickle I locked myself into. I thought I was marrying a princess but she was a monster in disguise. I get so tired and weary of being chained to a life that I don't like living." Sebastian looked at his newfound friend and eased out, "Wish I could be like you ...... free to roam, free to go and come as I please. Free to run by the river under the moon." He laughed, then continued, "We'd be the best of friends, wouldn't we fellow? Never any arguing - just enjoy the moonlight."
Five beers later, Sebastian didn't even feel the bite of the werewolf as he pierced his thick skin. All he remembered was waking up, running side-by-side with his newfound friend. Finally free.....
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