To be a Werewolf...
Imagine for just a moment. Imagine what it would be, to be a Werewolf...
Imagine yourself standing in a field. It's dark, wind is blowing lightly, and moonlight is spilling out over the grass. A silvery light that steals most color. Clouds hide the moon for now.
In the distance, a howl. The howl is much larger and louder than a dog's, or even a wolf's. This howl sends a shiver down your spine. You stomach tingles with excitement, and fear.
You'd like to believe that you're not afraid. Deep down you are. You're frightened at this horrible sound.You quickly try and force it out of your mind.
You try to think of something else. Anything else... but you can't.
Again you hear it, closer now. The fear returns. The excitement returns.
This time it's lodged in your mind, replaying the horrible disturbance of the quiet, again and again. Your breathing starts to pick up, without your consent. The grass around you is rather tall, but still below waist level. You'd see something if it would approa
The WerewolfWith blood red fangs I release my cry,The Werewolf11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up towards the moon in the sky.
A beast of night I become,
Scaring human hunters numb.
In the forest they've lost their way,
And will not live another day.
Because their scent I have caught,
Them and the deer they just shot.
On the path now I can feel,
That I'm in for a tasty meal.
This is my forest and I rule,
My werewolf instincts my only tool.
My tongue burns for their taste,
Their bones I'll gladly turn to paste.
I'm right behind them, I can smell their fear,
Fear not my friends the end is near.
Dodging their bullets and ripping them apart,
Through their rib cage and to their heart.
To Be A WerewolfI never asked to be different. I didn't choose to be this way: some wretched fairytale creature, shunned and hated by many. I didn't kill your brother. That was the hunter. He was trying to shoot me. Blame him for your problems. Leave me out of it. I'm a very peaceful creature actually. I live as a human during the day. I live among you and I eat what you eat. Why would I want blood? Why would I kill a person?To Be A Werewolf8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
At night, I run free in the forests. I roam across the land, howling, in agony. For I long to be loved. Why do you hate me so? Why do you despise me? I never did anything to you. I never hated you. I never hurt you.
Why can't you just let me be? All I want is true freedom! All I want is to be myself without having to make excuses! What did I ever do to deserve this? I didn't choose to be this way! I didn't choose to live my life in secret for fear that you might come after me with torches and pitchforks! I'm not a monster, you know. I'm really not that dif
The WerewolfThe WerewolfThe Werewolf9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Chapter 1: Beginning
I was driving home from the hospital, and my very low paying job, as a Doctor's assistant. I didn't make enough money to keep up with my bills. My Landlord, the man who runs the apartment building, cares only of my money and not me. He knows of my troubles in my life, including my Girlfriend leaving me, for another man. My life was slowly degrading.
My name was Sean Borden.
As I pulled up to the apartment building, it reminded me of its incredible tilt. It looks like it will simply collapse under its own weight. I looked back to the road, shaking my head, slightly. This is where I lived. A broken down, Flaky white building. Windows had iron bars on them, and the paint on the walls faded from time.
There was no parking in front of the apartment, so I had to park my car in the commercial parking lot, four blocks away. I had just parked, and turned it off, as I watched the rearview mirror literally fall off, onto the ground of the c
WerewolfLet me run and howl under the moon,Werewolf9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What does it matter I'm never going to die.
I won't return, not very soon,
I need to get away; all I need are wings to fly.
Don't come after me or I'll turn on you.
You won't know what to do or to think,
I'm the monster, the beast, with a hate you never knew,
So break my leash, just one link.
Bend the bars of my cage,
So I can spread my wings,
Fly away with all my curses and rage,
I'll return when the Thorn bird sings.
Above all my senseless dreams I'll soar,
Floating through all my old childhood memories,
I'll go on, faraway from here, and know so much more,
So break these bonds, I beg you, please.
So under the moon I can howl and run,
Singing my praises to the one above,
I'll run away at the first ray of the sun,
And chase after the one I love.
I'll come back one day,
Just wait and see,
I'll take your own chains away,
And together we'll run free.
WerewolfAs the moon peaks over the highest mountain afarWerewolf8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its captivating silver light shines on my pale skin
I can feel its pull and hear its call
Allowing me to stand among the wild souls of the forest
Staring up towards the beautiful bright orb
My heart races and goose bumps form on my body
I feel strange, excited, and more alive
Without warning, my inner soul begins to emerge
Escaping this dry, pale cage that I call my human body
My bones stretch and reform under the light of the moon
Making my limbs more powerful and stronger than before
Nails lengthen and become claws, teeth grow and become fangs
A never-ending field of fur grows, covering my exposed and bare skin
I can hear clearly, see clearly, and smell clearly
A glorious howl escapes my throat and soars towards the moon above
With joy in my steps, I run through the untamable forest
The rugged ground feels good under my padded paws
While the cool breeze flows through my wild, untamed fur
Various sweet smelling scents fill this feral so
WerewolfShe stares brokenly into the mirrorWerewolf10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling her skin stretch & her bones break
Feeling her mouth fill with bile & saliva
Feeling her body startto shake
She stares intot he mirror, tears
leaking from her eyes,
Feeling her pulse quicken & her
Knowing that she shall be wild soon
Knowing that she has something to prove
She stares at her reflection
Feeling disgust as she falls to her knees
Feeling only pain
Feeling only agony as her bones freeze
She stares without seeing at the floor
Feeling her skin rip and tear
Leaving her doubled on the ground
The only thing she can do is stare
She opens her mouth, her teeth
jagged and sharp
She lifts her head & lets out a
Scream. She feles only release
As she realises she is ree from
her drea. She stands the pain
is gone now, the beast
Within her soul is free
She walks forward on strong
new furred legs and revels
in the fact that before her human
flee, she tenses her muscles &
runs forward, feeling in the wind
dragging through her hair
BittenEvery Friday this summer I'd taken hikes deep into the Rockies to meditate properly and forget the noisy stress of the world, and this Friday was no different. With work and college, I was pretty busy most of the week, and on my precious day off I'd go to one of my favorite places: the forest.Bitten7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Having wound through the various trees on the dusty path for an hour or two while lost in thought, I decided to toss down my Camelbak and sit up against the branchless base of a nearby pine and take a quick break. I closed my eyes as a soft breeze played through my hair and made the green branches around me sway softly in the patched shade. I loved it up here-so peaceful!
I must have dozed off and lost track of time, because when my eyes fluttered open again, I noticed that the once straight beams of light that filtered through the trees had become longer and slanted as they do in that magical way when the sun is setting. Jumping up, I dusted myself off already starting to jog as I snatched up my
Still a Werewolf at HeartTo be free, a concept for that people have fought and died over for centuries but what does it really mean? We call ourselves a ‘free society’ but it seems as if we are nothing more than slaves. Slaves to debt, slaves to fashion, slaves to society’s expectations but most of all, slaves to the mistakes of our pasts. But what does it truly mean to be free? Is it wrong of me to want to want to get away from all the pressure and restrictions to live a life of pure independence? It was these ‘cabin fever’ like feeling which led me to fall in love with werewolves.Still a Werewolf at Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have always been interested in animals but it was only three short years ago that I became fascinated with werewolves. The idea of true and unrestricted freedom, the idea of becoming something greater than myself, and most of all the pure connection to nature I craved more than anything.
I know I sound like a spoiled brat, I have nothing really to complain about because I have lived a very go
My Werewolf DefinitionCelestialwolf's Werewolf DefinitionMy Werewolf Definition5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. What is a werewolf?
2. How are they created?
2.1 The Bite
3 Anatomy, characteristics, attributes
3.1 Human Form
3.2 Gestalt (True Werewolf) form
3.3 Wolf Form
3.4 All three forms
4 The Shifting Process
5 World and Society
7 Werewolf Encyclopedia
8 Other interesting werewolf definitions
What is a werewolf?
A Werewolf is a human capable of assuming the form of a wolf or a combination of wolf and human (gestalt) at will while enjoying greater physical abilities than normal human
Changing "It's not too late to change your mind, Marie," a man told the girl in a pleading voice, "You don't have to become a werewolf for me."Changing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I want to, John," Marie replied smiling nervously as she placed her hand comfortingly on his cheek, "I love you and I want to be with you and be like you. There is nothing I want more in the world."
"You do realize how painful the first transformation is, right?" he asked, "Not to mention the bite" his voice cracked and he closed his eyes, "I don't want to hurt you."
"You promised," she reminded him gently, "Besides, what's a little pain when I'll spend the rest of my life with you as a werewolf?"
"You might not feel the same once " he trailed off.
"Don't you want for me to be like you?" she asked quietly, "Don't you want me?"
"Of course I want you! I just don't know if I can do it I could kill you accident
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"Can I help you?" the attendant asked, smiling as I set the plastic bag on the counter. Judging by his age and the nametag he wore, this must be the owner. Great.
"I just need to return my tux," I said casually.
He glanced from me to the floor and back up to meet my eyes. A look of annoyed confusion rose to his face for a split second, only to be quickly replaced by the same polite mask as before. Although he hid it well, I could sense he was running on little sleep and could smell waves of stress rolling off him like a dense fog. I cringed inwardly at what I was about to do.
"Ok. Would you like me to have someone come out to your vehicle and grab that for you?" he responded in the same smiling, p
Teenage Werewolf"Please don't let it bite me," I thought to myself. "I don't want to be a werewolf."Teenage Werewolf9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
The werewolf raised its head to the moon and let out a howl of triumph. It lowered its head and locked its eyes on mine. A cold shiver ran down my back from the emotions those piercing red eyes portrayed. Hunger, triumph, and a coldness that would terrify anyone. I shut my eyes as the werewolf lowered its head to sink its teeth into my shoulder...
I sat up in bed, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.
"Just another nightmare," I thought to myself.
I glanced at the clock sitting on my dresser.
"Six fifty-two. Might as well get up," I said aloud.
I climbed out of bed and found my way to the kitchen. To my surprise, my older brother, Jeremy, was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal.
"Morning," he greeted.
"Whatever," I groggily replied.
"Aren't you a morning person," Jeremy said sarcastically.
I glared at him.
"Don't look at me like that. Do it again and it'll be the last thing you do,
My Scream Becomes My HowlAt first, all I could focus on was the intense pain in my shoulder.My Scream Becomes My Howl3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was vaguely aware of the sounds around me, the snarls, the howling, the growling. I could dimly feel the forest floor beneath me, the soil, the fallen pine needles.
But all I could focus on was the burning, crushing pain in my right shoulder.
With my mind so clouded by pain, I could barely comprehend what had become of my night. Eric had offered to explain himself, if I was still willing to hear it, which, of course, I was. You don't kiss a girl with that kind of passion and then pull away in nothing short of terror without explaining yourself. So he asked me to come walk with him through the forest tonight, promising to answer any and all questions I had.
And now I was curled on the ground, clutching my throbbing, bleeding shoulder as a pair of massive wolves fought nearby.
The more I tried to remember what had happened, the clearer it became and the less my shoulder hurt. Eric and I had howled playful
Werewolf PleaOh great motherWerewolf Plea8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Night be your brother
Hear my plea
Make a wolf of me!
Grant me paws
Sharp talons and claws
Grant me a pelt
Only the sun can melt
Grant me fangs
Pointed that hang
Grant me eyes
Sharp that cut through lies
Grant me a howl
A powerful growl
Grant me a tail
One that will not fail
Heres where I stand
Over this great land
Wild and free
This is my true destiny
Snapped --Mature--Sitting at your seat, your elbows leaning on the bar top, your senses are tightened by the sudden sensation of the hairs on the back of your neck standing to strict attention.Snapped --Mature--9 years ago in Horror More Like This
A scent curls by your nose, scattered by the smell of alcohol strewn through the bar, the smell of sweat from the dozens of men sitting and drinking, mostly just having gotten back from their jobs.
Even buried beneath all the sharp, unpleasant smells, this smell stands out. The only way to really describe it, would be to imagine a huge red line painted mid-air...
Your head slowly turns, your eyes dart to their left corners, as you watch the door to the place swing open. The small bell above the door jingles with the person's entry, some people looking up and looking back away, as a natural reaction.
As the door swings open, hints at smells from the street pour in. Normal people smell nothing but air, but then again, you're not normal, are you...?
Your nose is as sharp as a bloodhound's.
And the man in black jeans