The Bond of the Brotherhood (Ch. 1) The First Hunt
Her feet pounded against the ground as she felt a rush through her body. Her eyes shifted up to the sky, allowing the large, glowing moon to wash down over her with its rich, warm light. It was the full moon, all the power and bloodlust that had been building all month had come to this moment. She already tasted the sweet essence of copper blood in her mouth. It was a warm and promising feeling on the night of a full moon, in deep contrast with the taunting, mocking sensation it gave her during any other time of the month. She let out a heavy breath, feeling the wind pull her smokey topaz hair. It danced behind her, whipping around with intense ferocity. That was until she tasted the scent of others against her tongue. She was entering the gathering area and could see others already standing around and chatting with one another. A few eyes shifted over to gaze at her; i
The Hunt is on. I could smell him from miles away. He smelled of fear, the same irrational fear that every human gets when they are alone in the dark. His fear though, wasn't so unwarranted. We were watching him; this pathetic thing walking right into our land. Oh how his fear made my mouth water with anticipation. I wanted to tear into his chest like a thanksgiving turkey, breaking the bones of his inferior structure and then sucking every last bit of marrow from them.The Hunt is on.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Willow sat next to me hunched over as we waited for the rest of the pack to signal, Willow being the newest member of the pack was to be the bait. From a far a howling sounded followed by more causing the message to pierce even the thick dark forest we now hunted in. Willow now turned towards me; and with a low growl spoke.
"The hunt begins dear friend."
Her red eyes glowed brightly as she drooled at the thought of the victory soon at hand. Her wolf form slowly grew smaller, her snout sho
~Crying to the Moon~ Prologue ~Crying to the Moon~~Crying to the Moon~ Prologue 2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I’m not going to sit here and tell you about some long lost prophecy or an occult curse that threatens to envelope the world in darkness. I'm not going to sit here and babble like a nut about how horrible my life is because I'm a ‘monster’ to humanity. So if you’re here for a poorly written, gothic romance-drama; go find Twilight, I heard the librarian tell some twi-hard that if it’s not in the best seller isle, it was in comedy. (She has a rather lovely sense of humor.) If you’re online some place, presumably your own house and not some place public or your parents basement (I’m not judging, just prefer to think that the people reading this aren’t middle aged virgins who still live with their parents), then click the little red X at the top of your screen, because you’ll find no such drawling ‘emo love saga here’.
I’m hoping to tell a story, I don’t know yet where I
Survival -wolf tf-SurvivalSurvival -wolf tf-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The beginning... It's so hard to think, so hard to recall what life was like before... but, I must remember. I must always remember.
It was Tuesday morning, 7 AM. Way earlier than any normal teenager on summer break would be up at. But, my parents being my parents, insisted that we get on the road early so we could get the four hour drive from Banff to Jasper National Park out of the way. We'd been on the road a few days, staying over night in camp grounds and cheap motels when it rained, so I was completely stoked on arriving at our destination and having a few days of downtime in the woods.
The drive was a blur of blasting punk rock on my ipod while staring out the window and trying to sleep to the rumbling of our ancient ford explorer. Either way, the thick green forest that blurred by was strangely beautiful. It's not like it was anything new though. Living in western Canada, I'd kinda gotten to know the forest quite well, but something about this section of highway
WerewolfWerewolfWerewolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Ariel Bujans
My skin crawls
As the moon begins to fill,
Become harder to satisfy
As the day fades
And night falls.
My screams of pain,
Fills the night.
My bones brake,
My limbs extend,
My blood lust intenseness,
My heart races,
Becomes a howl.
Finally it is done,
I once looked human
But that was just my mask,
This is who I really am.
I am the one,
Who goes bump in the night,
The one who hides in the shadows,
The one who is
Star Fall: Lost OnesChapter 1: Lost onesStar Fall: Lost Ones4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They called it the natural order. We call it the third world war. It was apparent what the committee wanted. The Lycanthropic Registration Committee had grown so powerful since its birth. So much more powerful. The political structure of the United States had become a puppet. Delegates sent to allied and neutral countries assumed flawless coups with little military action. It was scary Overnight, the world entered a new era. We all knew the committee despised our kind, wished us gone. What we failed to realize was their determination. Now that they've become autocrat of most Europe and more than half of the Americas, it was too late. Their plan was already set into motion and ours Ours was practically gone. The witches betrayed us. A few months after the committee had assumed control, our so called guardian
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
ScavengerIt took Alan a moment to register that the flash of gray he saw through the trees just after dawn was a person. There were so few left.Scavenger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd seen a family in an empty town last week, a couple and two children. They had even shared their scavenged food with him, but he knew he couldn't stay. Last month he had found three men who had made a fortress out of an old radio tower. From them he had run; they were angry and had guns. And there was enough ammunition around to last until someone started making more... or until no one was left to do the shooting. The latter seemed more likely to Alan but he didn't need to know, he just needed to survive.
No, he wanted to survive, and only for his own sake. Whether the world needed anything at this point, besides to be rid of humans, was an open question. But he proceeded, from town to town, avoiding the cities and trying for the woods. He
A Wolf at War: Chapter 1A Wolf at WarA Wolf at War: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: The World as We Knew It
"They are getting close, wait until the tank is next to the car." I whispered to Jacek who was lying next to me as he twisted the last few wires together, priming the final fuse. From our second floor position we had a commanding position over the street below, gripping my rifle I readied myself for the fight to come. A block away, a small squad of two dozen German troops headed by a Panther tank cautiously made their way towards our position which was at the far end of a T shaped intersection. Those fascist bastards were oblivious of the trap which has been set for them. The rumbling of the German tank was growing ever louder as they drew ever closer, less than thirty meters from the car now. Jacek gripped the detenator anxiously, thick beads of sweat running down his gaunt, unshaven face. I reached over to him and placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Wait for
Attack at Jenkins WarehousAlan's heart was beating right out of his chest while he drove down a lighted street in New Jersey. His thoughts were whirling about the events that had just taken place. He couldn't get the grotesque images and screams out of his head. Especially that one image of that .THING tearing a man to pieces.Attack at Jenkins Warehous3 years ago in Settings More Like This
With much difficulty, he pushed the images out of his head and tried to remember the events that happened early that day. It helped settle his mind a little bit, but he was still shaking from shock and adrenaline.
Alan was at the Starbucks coffee shop enjoying his cappuccino. He checked the time on his Rolex watch. It was fifteen minutes to three. His friend Thomas should be here any second to give him word about the gun shipment for tonight.
Alan was a smuggler in New Jersey delivering large shipments for the local gangs, black markets, and mafia bosses. He delivered the best guns to his buyers, and best of all, the guns couldn't be tracked. Alan averaged two hundred thousand dollar
Prologue: FlightPrologue: Flight6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
On a night of the full moon, a storm raged above the Wildwood. Wind wailed through the thick forest. The driving rain bent branches and tore at leaves. A cloaked figure ran with something clutched to its chest.
It ran swiftly, despite the rain that lashed at its face. It moved with an inhuman grace, weaving through trees and leaping over fallen logs or dodging low-hanging branches.
Thunder rumbled overhead and the thick gray-black clouds blotted out the usual twinkle of the stars. The outline of the moon could just barely be seen.
Taking shelter under the roots of a mighty oak, the figure sat panting, its heart racing. It threw off the hood of its cloak, to reveal a beautiful face with terror-stricken gold eyes. The rain dripped from her long black locks of hair that hung past her ribs, glued to her bare sides.
She wore no clothing save for a deerskin loincloth and the cloak. She ignored the biting chill of the wind and held the bundle closer to her. She had a safe, dry home i
Seth - part 1Seth - part 16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that human life is purely a matter of deciding what's important to you. While I'm not sure if that holds true to someone who spends almost as much time as an animal as he does a human, I still thought it was a good saying. My name's Seth, I'm a werewolf, and this is my story.
When my mother and father were killed in a car accident, Aunt and Uncle Davis--the only living relatives I had left--took compassion on me and decided to raise me as their son. Having no children of their own due to medical complications, things just seemed to fall into place. I was only 3 months old then and don't remember anything about my biological parents; the framed photos on the wall and the stories I was told growing up were all I had, though I still loved and hoped to see them sometime after this life. Looking back, I was raised with love
Way of the Wolf, Pride of the LionWay of the Wolf, Pride of the LionWay of the Wolf, Pride of the Lion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's never easy being a werewolf.
I've always been a loner, ever since I was bitten as a ten-year-old kid. No one in my family knew I was a werewolf, and I kept it hidden well. And once I was out of high school, I basically went on my own, living my own life, away from control-freak parents. I traveled a lot, visited a lot of places, but I tried to stay away from people, given my nature. I was in full control of my power, but still, I didn't want to risk an innocent person suffering the same thing I did.
Being a werewolf was nothing like what mythology said. A lot of what the books and modern fiction said was utter nonsense. First, I wasn't vulnerable to silver; I could touch it without being burned or poisoned. What I really had to avoid was a derivative compound of silver, called silver nitrate, which burned me on contact. Second, I didn't undergo an involuntary change at the full moon. Third, wolfs-bane actually served as a catalyst for healing fro
Seth - part 2Seth - part 26 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It all started one summer after my brother was a senior in high school and suddenly disappeared for a week. Everyone was out looking for him, but eventually he just came back on his own wearing only torn rags. All he'd say about his experiences is that he'd gotten lost hiking but was able to find food along the way, and that he was happy to have survived and make it back. We were all so relieved he was home that we went with his story and didn't question him too much more than that; when anyone tried to ask him about it he'd always avert his gaze with a distant look in his eyes and change the subject.
"He wasn't the same after that; it seemed he was suddenly more aware of everything and more grown up. At the same time, his behavior also got very strange, like he could hear things nobody else could and would always comment
Seth - part 5Seth - part 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My eyes fluttered open and were met with the dark silhouettes of pines. I didn't immediately remember where I was or how I'd gotten there. Propping myself up to a sitting position with my front paws I yawned deeply revealing my fangs and stretched my fur-covered arms high over my head. Man, I hadn't slept this heavily in a long time! I'd had such a nice dream; it was so real too. If only I could remember what it was? Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked to the sky trying to judge the time based on the position of the stars. For once I regretted not bringing a cell phone or at least a watch (as impractical as that would be). I tried to think about what I'd done over the last several hours. There was moshing at the Metallica concert, driving back and coming up here to hunt, but what after that ?
It all rushed back to me in an
Change I have always wanted to do this, Ever since I was 6. But until now, I have never been able to. Thanks to the events of a few nights ago, though, now I can. It is very useful to be able to do. No more worries. No more problems. They are all solved easily now. But, at this point, you have no idea what Im talking about. So, we will begin from before thischange happened. Lets go back to last Monday, the day it all began...Change9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was driving to school one Monday morning, just like any other morning. My old, beat-up red Pontiac van sputtered a few times before finally gaining enough speed to move through the intersection as the light turned green. Having been the family vehicle for years, it was good for little more now than my ride until I graduated high school. I hate school, I thought to myself. Finally, I was able to steer the van into a parking space, and stepped down
Wolf Legend - Part XI11. AdorationWolf Legend - Part XI6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rabeka stepped out of the warm shower to muffled music coming from downstairs. She stood silently to listen, then rolled her eyes at the style of the music; jazz.
She quickly dried herself and dressed, paying more attention to her hair and cursing at herself while examining her face; she had washed her make-up off in the shower. She pulled her hair up in a messy up-do, and searched everywhere in his cabinets for hairspray. She didn't expect to find any, but settled on an almost empty can of mousse instead.
After she was satisfied, she opened the door to the bathroom to smell of bacon. She smiled and bounced with happiness, despite the heavy jazz music being played.
Rabeka walked around the corner into the kitchen to find a peculiar sightAndrew dancing to his musickicking his feet in the air; flipping pancakes, and skatting with the current jazz solo.
Rabeka leaned against the wall, palming her face as Andrew got his groove on.
Suddenly Andrew spun full directi
Wolf Legend - Part XV15. Roads EndWolf Legend - Part XV5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Andrew pulled up to the office building. It was already very busy with traffic going every which way on the corner street. Large crowds of people lined up at each corner to cross. "Do you want to come in with me?" Andrew asked leaning over to Rabeka, who was just waking up from a light nap.
"No, I'm going to stay here and sleep," she said, in between a few yawns.
"You're OK with being by yourself?" he asked, surprised.
"There's too many people around for them to notice me. The mob isn't that stupid. I have my phone on me though."
"OK, have it ready to dial me if there's something wrong."
"I will," she said, leaning her seat all the way back and throwing her jacking over her face.
Andrew ran his hand down her hair. She'll be OK, he reassured himself.
He cut the engine and hopped out of his Mazda. The air was thick with traffic smoke, rather difficult to pick up on any smells, but he doubted anyone from the mob would be in such a crowded place, however, if they kne
Seth - part 3Seth - part 36 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My parents reacted pretty well for having their only son become a werewolf. Mom took a while to get over it and was always checking on me in my room at night; I don't know whether it was to make sure I was still there, or still human, which sometimes I wasn't. I was even stronger and faster than before , and everyone noticed. I didn't know what to tell them; when people brought it up Mom would always say that "He's just going through a growth spurt," and then start talking about something different. Every once in a while, when no one but my parents were around, I would get restless and change into a wolf to play chase with my dog. I couldn't tell whether Mom was entertained or chagrined as we crashed around the house, but either way she let me stay furry as long as I wanted on the condition that I didn't break anything and was human at the dinner table.
Wolf Legend - Part IX9. HidingWolf Legend - Part IX6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Only get the essentials. Andrew yelled across the apartment at Rabeka, who was busy running around in her room grabbing clothes, while he was going through her fridge, trying to find fulfilling foods. Of course clothes, food, and protectionher gun, a few knives, and macewas of most importance. Andrew could hear everything Rabeka was doing, even though he was on the other side of the apartment. She was rummaging through the closet, and slamming drawers. Andrew kept a close eye outside her window for suspicious activity. Her street was empty, so seeing people approach her apartment would be easy.
This wasn't what either of them expected to do on their date. Andrew had no clue it would lead to this. He expected her to be safe, take her home, and she'd probably leave town on her own, but they were now in this together. Andrew agreed that he would not leave her, and right now his mission was to find a place to hide, either a hotel or his place. Leaving the
Wolf Legend - Part X10. SecretsWolf Legend - Part X6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rabeka lifted her eyebrows and smiled. A werewolf.
Andrew nodded once, and began to clap softly.
She nodded for a few seconds, before letting out a small chuckle.
What? Andrew asked, a little confused.
That's interesting. Rabeka sat back, staring off into space again trying to put the pieces together.
Do you believe me? Andrew asked, eager to know what her real reaction to it was. It was no longer a game.
She breathed in slowly, I think I do.
Andrew was relieved. I can't believe it. She actually believes me. She trusts me, and she knows my secret! His fears were long past him now. She obviously didn't care what he was, as long as she knew, and now she did.
Andrew smiled and sat back, satisfied with the way things had gone. It was much easier than he thought it would be.
Wait, she asked, pointing at him. For a moment he thought his streak of luck was over.
Tonight was a full moon, you can't be a we
Seth - part 12Seth - part 124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Jack," came a distracted greeting from within.
"Harper," responded Jack just as briefly.
From where I was crouched I saw Jack pivot his foot on its heel, toe rotating a couple times towards the open door to motion me inside. Bent as low as I could go without crawling, I edged around him and into the room: a heavy oak desk safely concealing me from Harper's sight. Jack entered the room as the thick door latched shut with a dull clank behind him, then moved casually to take a seat in one of the leather upholstered chairs in the far corner of the room which appeared to be done up as a posh office.
"All that blood and dirt on your clothing; you look terrible," muttered Harper.
Seth - part 4Seth - part 45 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dude, Seth! Wait up!"
I smiled to myself-a slight upward turn of the corner of my mouth-and greeted my former state championship basketball teammate by name without turning. It had become second nature to pick people I knew out of a crowd; my super sensitive nose was always at work. The lazy May breeze that ruffled my dirty-blonde hair had carried his now familiar scent (mingled with Axe Essence body spray) in my direction. Sometimes it was tricky trying to distinguish people's scents through all the similar perfumes, deodorants, and shampoos they all used, but I'd learned to sort through all that. Personally, I didn't want to smell like something else (my own scent was just fine), and even though there weren't any other werewolves around to notice the difference I still used that unscented carbon soap and shampoo for hunters.
Seth - part 9Seth - part 95 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lying on the couch in Em's living room (which was also my temporary bed), I awoke with a start as something began vibrating and playing strange music in my pocket. I closed my eyes again and exhaled once I remembered it was just the phone my wireless carrier had mailed to replace the one that was lost in the fire; I hadn't spent any time customizing the settings yet. Funny what a little time without having a phone had done to me; all things considered, I think I liked not having one and didn't really miss it while it was gone.
I didn't recognize the number, so I decided not to answer. Since my job consisted of listening to people complain in my headset for hours on end, phone conversations weren't my favorite thing. Besides, if they really wanted to reach me they would call back or leave a voicemail message.
White Wolf's Wing, part 1The full moon hung in the sky, barely obscured by the thin cirrus clouds. On occasion the wind blew about, rustling the late summer trees. And, of course, the summer constellations hung in the sky, most of them blotted out by the silver light of the moon.White Wolf's Wing, part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kiba could barely keep his eyes focused on them. His vision was going blurry, and he could feel the blood oozing out of his shoulder. The pain, if he was actually feeling it, couldn't even be described.
"What is this?" he asked himself. "Am I... dying? Why does it hurt so much? Why am I dying now?" An image of his girlfriend came into his mind. "Carly. Forgive me. Forgive..." The blackness overcame him.
He wasn't aware of it, but where he lay, a huge crimson pool surrounded him, soaking the nearby concrete and pavement. It glistened in the moonlight.
Thus, he couldn't have heard the screams of horror from nearby.
PART ONE: TWIST OF FATE:
He did his best to ignore the cheers and whistles of the nearby impromptu soccer game