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
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
The ritual of werewolfNow you have both tooth and claw,The ritual of werewolf4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Biting teeth within your maw,
Stand tall for these midnight powers,
A brother or sister gave you at midnight hours,
You now belong to the pack,
Through the fur upon your back,
The monsters that you once feared,
You now stand at one, revered,
The fires of hell await our souls,
As we cheated our usual roles,
But worry not for years you live,
More than any man could give,
You are now a werewolf strong and fast,
But remember to never forget your past,
And now you live the life within,
Be warned the life of a beast begins.
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
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
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
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
Howls of the WolvesBeast that dwells inside meHowls of the Wolves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Held within the shell of man
Screams of the human
Change to the howl of the beast
Fingers changing into claws
Fangs descending, they can already taste the kill
Flesh to fur
Jaws send out a howl of the beast
Moonlight breaks the night
You are my moonlight
As we run free through the dark forest
Howling like the beast we are.
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
Wolf InsideA ghostly glow in the black of the nightWolf Inside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A constant drawing to that bright white light
Unbearable longing deep in my heart
To let her out
That wolf inside
She escapes, the prison gone
At once we start, to become one
A split second of pain
Burning, searing, ripping
As dark as night
I open my eyes,
To the brightness of life
My senses open, to the pure delight
Of soil beneath my paws
I tense, waiting for the moment
To set myself free,
With only my heart to lead
Weaving through the trees,
A ghost in the wood
At one with the forest
Until the moon goes down...
Now for the pain
Ice down my spine
Dreading the moment,
When I become blind
With every breath I take
Locked up once again
My wolf inside
To Dream Of The Hunt...To Dream Of The Hunt...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I went to bed hungry, and God! how I dreamed---
Running over hill and dale on four mighty paws,
Hungry and dreadful my voice as I bayed and howled!
A flock of sheep lay before me,
In a moonlit meadow of grass and sweet clover
And high-spraying blood that shone black on the ground
As I killed and killed and killed!
Glutted, I loped over the reeking red hill
And slunk into a darkling wood to slumber...
Retching, I wake up with wool in my mouth
And a well-gnawed sheep's head for a pillow---
Merciful God, not again...
Werewolves Don't CryAfter IWerewolves Don't Cry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eater of men, I
Fought with the feelings I had for you.
Hunger becomes too powerful to
Ignore, and I
Just cant hold it in any longer.
Killing you was never part of the plan, my
My mutilated mind did
Not register these thoughts any longer.
Only the taste of blood and meat and filth held its
Quickly changing back I
Rolled over gasping at the pain in my leg, but was not
Surprised to see that bullet wound or the gun held in your lifeless hand.
Tonight you knew, somehow, and turned to that
Universal cure, the metal of the moon.
Vague thoughts wander through my mind as this
Weak human body succumbs to the poison.
X-rays would reveal fragments too numerous to dig out,
Your gift to this cursed weary man.
Zero hour is upon me, my dear; I shall be with you very soon.
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
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.
One: Twist of Fate:
He did his best to ignore the cheers and whistles of the nearby impromptu soccer ga
Hunter's Moon 1: A Kiss my WolfA Kiss my WolfHunter's Moon 1: A Kiss my Wolf3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Running fast on all fours as the wolves do, I focused on nothing but the lay of the land; the roots beneath my paws and the undergrowth scratching at my pelt. I could feel my lungs smart with every breath, and my legs burn with every stride.
You can't run from your problems forever Hakon.
I snarled as my father Feroth's voice infiltrated the sanctity of my mind. Digging my back paws deep into the sweet smelling leaf litter, I slid across the forest floor and came to a stop. Shifting the bones of my back, I stood up on my hind legs like a man, and walked to the nearest tree. My legs shook and my chest burned. I'd been running for longer than I thought. Sitting at the base of the tree's great, gnarled roots, I drew up my knees and wrapped my arms around them. Resting my chin on my knees, I continued to fret with a heavy heart. My father's words refused to quit haunting me.
If you don't come back with a mate, don'
The Beast WithinThe hunters say it's a curseThe Beast Within5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll put them in a hearse
They whisper about me under their breath
That will lead to their death
They say it's easy to kill
So they will scream as their blood spills
Humans think I rome alone
But I am not the only alphas clone
Under the full moon light it's easy to see
The darker side of me
At that time the beast inside
Devours my soul filling me with pride
So if you happen to be walking in the woods under the full moons light
Be sure to bring a silver knife or I might end your life some night
Hunters' ThrillJackson took a slow, deep breath and inhaled all of the information the forest could provide for him. His ears twitched at every chirp and crackle in the late summer air. As he crouched motionless on a branch of a dense tree, he created a mental list of any changes to the area. He had no interest in the squirrels that scurried from tree to tree or the birds that perched themselves high above him. Like the flowing stream near the forest's edge, they were just another part of the environment but not his focus. With the hunting season drawing closer every day, he needed practice and the prey he was dealing with would demand careful concentration. His timing had to be perfect; his execution flawless or failure was inevitable. He ran through his timing estimations in his mind once again as he detected the first signs of his targets' approach. Right on schedule.Hunters' Thrill3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Five bucks says he's on the front p
What You Make of ItConnor felt goose bumps on his arms as he stared at the brick wall at the end of the wide alley. He considered climbing it but it was easily twice his height. For an incoming high school junior, he was significantly shorter than his friends and the red wall stared back at him intimidatingly. His pulse quickened as he turned around in the sickly yellow glow of the streetlights. He took a few steps away from the wall and flinched when his foot landed in a puddle. The splash of the water seemed to launch a mixture of odors into the night air. Conner only recognized a few, scrunching his nose at the intensity of the unpleasant scents. However, as he attempted to escape the sudden influx of smells, he only opened himself to more. Refuse and stale food scraps threw their stench to the passing breeze and overwhelmed him. He coughed as he wished for the sudden overstimulation of his senses to pass and hoped that his head would clear so he could determine where to run to next.What You Make of It3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Light of the Hunter's MoonThe Light of the Hunter's MoonThe Light of the Hunter's Moon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What is it about the nighttime hunt that excites a werewolf? Is it the thrill of running by trees at breakneck velocity? The suspense of searching for healthy meat? Or is it the satisfaction of actually feeling the prey coursing through one's stomach? Whatever it is, nearly all werewolves out there – the ones I know about, at least – say a variety of things. For me, I really don't know. One thing I do know: werewolves have a legitimate reason to hunt once every month. The need to eat and survive, an instinct found in every living creature on the planet, including normal humans. Not much of a reason, I know. But that's how life is, even for something coming right out of legend.
Most werewolves hunt using only fangs and claws, killing their prey with a swift bite to the neck to trigger suffocation. My father did it that way when he was alive (Spirits rest his soul). But in my case, I have to do it differently. I hunt using weapons – dagger
The Bond of the Brotherhood (Ch. 1) The First HuntThe Bond of the Brotherhood (Ch. 1)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Jenna's First HuntJenna's First HuntJenna's First Hunt3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool and the sky was a bright gray. The first snowflakes of the season had just begun to fall. If I'd had it my way, we'd be waiting until the snow had actually fallen. Not only did I want to see how white my fur was compared to the snow, I thought it would be easier to learn the basics of hunting if I had the advantage of camouflage. Eric had said no though. He claimed the black fur on my forearms and lower legs would stand out too much. Personally, I think that's a load of crap.
He just wants to watch me shift again.
But since he's my mate, I don't mind putting on a show for him. I quite enjoy it actually, but I'll never tell him that.
'My mate,' I thought with a smile as we walked deeper into the forest, arms intertwined.
Even though it had been a few weeks since the night I'd been transformed into a Lycan, the words "My mate" still made my heart soar with emotions that were wholly new to me. I leaned my head against his sho
The Gray WayJoshua devoted a few moments of scrutiny to the brown and neon orange colored shape that wove in and out of view between the trees, moving farther away with each step. It paused to shake itself and readjust its jacket. He tapped the back of his friend's leg with the toe of his boot. "Say, do bigfeet ever wear clothing?"The Gray Way3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shane rose from the deer scrape he was examining and followed Joshua's gaze. "Nah. Bigfootses are just animals."
Joshua leaned against a tree and watched the figure disappear into the forest. "Too bad. Full moon tonight?"
"Tomorrow, I think."
"Just our luck. That buck is good as wolf chow."
Shane nodded. This was his first time seeing a shifted werewolf, and even from a distance he was impressed by its imposing height. Part of him cringed at the thought of it getting the buck they were tracking first, but another part wished he could witness such a feat.
A glance upward revealed pinks and purples overtaking the orange of early sunset. He turned his thoughts away from th
Old FriendOld Friend5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dream a dream every now and then
As crazy as they seem they always make sense
And though I know it foolish
They feel like part of my life
A human living double time
In the dream skin of a wolf.
Snow crushed silently
Under thick white paws
Mine as it so happens.
Always alone now
Running a perimeter that no longer has a leader
There used to be others
Falling into step all around me
But most of the pack is dead and gone now.
Suddenly a branch snaps
My ruff shakes as I turn toward the sound
Finding myself face to face with a blonde wolf.
I go in for the kill
This is pack land
Pack or no pack.
Jaws snap furiously
The intruder ducking and weaving
Pushing hard against my chest
Jaws snapping at nothing but air.
For this is truly no intruder
This is someone of days gone by
This is my friend thought dead and gone
Return to her family.
The biting and bloodshed
Turns to play and tears
A white wolf
A blonde wolf
A pack that never again will be
Wolf Legend - Part XVII17. The Escape (part one)Wolf Legend - Part XVII4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*******DISCLAIMER: This chapter has some mild gore. Just a heads up. *******
Rabeka lay motionless in the cell. She had been banging on the door and crying for what seemed like a whole hour. Obviously at this point, there was no use in trying.
Andrew was now gone, and she was unsure if it was the last time she would ever see him. She went over in her head the things she wanted to tell him, things she didn't have the courage to say before, and the things she was glad to tell him before he was ripped from the cell. She was at least glad she at least had the chance to thank him for doing his best to protect her, but ultimately, the blame fell on her.
"I'm such an idiot," she whispered to herself, tears puddling up in her eyes. She hadn't the strength to lift her arm and wipe them away as they dripped down onto the cold, hard cement floor. She was fully prepared to die now, right then and there. She honestly hoped it would come quick, as it seemed there was no