Dear CousinYou didnt have to die,
But you provoked me,
So much has changed,
Since we were young,
You've grown tall and strong,
But so have I,
I have teeth and fangs and claws,
Strength and speed,
That surpasses yours by far,
It started as a game of chase,
Buts now is that of life and death,
Your life dear cousin.
You thought you were clever,
Hiding in the corn,
Your breaths ragged,
And thats how I found you,
Your yelp of surprise,
Sent me into a frenzy,
That can only end in blood,
The wolf must feast,
So you must die,
In a battle,
Laced with screams and blood,
Your blood dear cousin.
You thought I was joking,
Until you turned around,
And saw me there,
Body quivering and shaking,
Claws tearing from my nailbeds,
Fur blotches here and there,
Thats when you put it together,
And finally realized,
You were about to die,
So you turned and ran,
As fast as you possibly could,
But it wasnt fast enough dear cousin.
You crashed through the corn,
Until you spat blood,
Your face as you saw me,
Coming at you in
My Scream Becomes My HowlAt first, all I could focus on was the intense pain in my shoulder.My Scream Becomes My Howl2 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
Star Fall: Lost OnesChapter 1: Lost onesStar Fall: Lost Ones3 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
WerewolfWerewolfWerewolf2 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
The Thrill of huntingThe joy of huntingThe Thrill of hunting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where am I?" said Silverfang "why am I in the forest with fur." She wondered where she was.
The scent of the forest surrounded her, engulfed her with wonderful smells, and tastes that she has never had before as a human.
"What am I?" she looked in the small stream and saw her wolf like face and screamed.
"NO! NO I CAN'T BE A WOLF I HAVE SCHOOL TOMARROW!!" she howled with a growl. "Damn it those witches turned me into a werewolf."
The full moon was glowing with a glimmer on her shiny silver fur. She started to wonder if her boyfriend is going to a werewolf also but she left that thought out of her head, just as she was about to go look for a cave she saw a deer and the hunting instinct started to kick in. She licked her fangs looking at the doe. She stopped and looked at her claws and ears; she said to herself.
"Mmm a doe better than my mom's cooking but there is a problem. I don't want a bloody face for school." She looked at the
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 12 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
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 Warehous2 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
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' Thrill2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Five bucks says he's on the front p
Thrill of the huntI listened to my parents as they fell into a deep sleep, "Finally!" I said as l quietly removed my covers from my self. I then made my way down stairs listening to the slightest sound from a creek to a breath. I had reached the door and l could feel the excitement building in my chest, "Just a little further!", I hissed between my slowly growing fangs. I opened the door slowly, oh so slowly. I then herd a rustle from upstairs and I stood still, not even breathing, only the sound of my heart pounding in my chest, then silence. "Oh good, false alarm." I opened what was left of the door just to squeeze by.Thrill of the hunt2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could feel my fur growing from my skin, my feet and hands changing, "I have to move fast before l change right hear!" I thought desperately. I quickly removed my clothes from my quickly changing body,"Hurry! Hurry!" I could feel my tail growing, my face elongating into my true form. I ran! I ran so fast that my lungs started to feel like sandpaper trying to breathe.
I finally got far
Survival -wolf tf-SurvivalSurvival -wolf tf-3 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
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 It2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Way of the Wolf, Pride of the LionWay of the Wolf, Pride of the LionWay of the Wolf, Pride of the Lion2 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
Jenna's First HuntJenna's First HuntJenna's First Hunt2 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 Light of the Hunter's MoonThe Light of the Hunter's MoonThe Light of the Hunter's Moon2 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
A Wolf at War: Chapter 1A Wolf at WarA Wolf at War: Chapter 12 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
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.2 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 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 Way2 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
The ritual of werewolfNow you have both tooth and claw,The ritual of werewolf3 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.
Hunter's Moon 1: A Kiss my WolfA Kiss my WolfHunter's Moon 1: A Kiss my Wolf2 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 Bond of the Brotherhood (Ch. 1) The First HuntThe Bond of the Brotherhood (Ch. 1)2 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
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
Wolf Heart: 1. Blood Moon RebirthWolf Heart: 1. Blood Moon Rebirth2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, fully dressed and waiting patiently.
It was a fairly small room, made up of a single bed, a small desk and chair, a small cupboard, and a toilet and sink.
After a few minutes there was the sound of the door being unlocked.
It swung open and a man walked in with a clipboard in his hand.
"Alright, it's time. Come with me"
The boy stood up and grunted as he stretched arms into the air.
They both walked down the clean white hallway, past a number of doors with locks on the outside.
"Two years huh?"
The boy didn't reply, he just kept walking with his hands in his pockets.
"I remember when you first got here, never had so much much trouble from one person"
Again there was no answer.
"But look at you now, an entire year early for good behaviour. You should be proud, that the most time off I've seen and I've been here for twelve years"
"I guess I just got tired of fighting a loosing battle"
"Well don't worry. I'm s
Never Too OldNever Too Old2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That was the lamest one yet!" Glenn snickered.
"It was pretty bad," Kevin admitted, "but not as bad as Strawberry Shortcake."
"Thanks for reminding me. Yeah, that was even worse."
"Good candy, though."
"Mmm," Glenn assented through a mouthful of Skittles.
The zombie and the pirate approached the little blue house and followed an arrow to the back door.
"Betcha this one sucks," Glenn said as he pressed the doorbell. Suddenly, the door flew open to reveal a short flight of stairs.
"Trick or treat?" Kevin asked hopefully.
A meaty paw reached around the door, and Glenn did a spit-take. A diminutive werewolf emerged from the house and howled for dramatic effect.
"What are you supposed to be, Curious George?" Glenn scoffed.
The werewolf howled again and held out a plastic pumpkin brimming with sweets. Kevin carefully selected a Butterfinger, whereas Glenn grabbed whatever would fit in his sticky gray hand.
"Thanks," Kevin mumbled.
The werewolf barked, and two rivulets of drool fell onto the
Heart for a WerewolfEyes down low, and a gaze shy,Heart for a Werewolf2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
his heart fluttered, and his grin went wry.
It was a secret he had,
a secret he swore he'd not tell.
The note in his hand did speak of his feelings,
placed neatly in a letter, with strawberry sealings.
Looking up from his thoughts, he saw another,
that other, he knew, was his secret lover.
He got up from his seat, to talk to this girl,
the butterflies in his stomach suggested he hurl.
The girl seemed to be quite unaware,
that a werewolf was standing there.
He cleared his throat quickly to get her attention,
She looked and instantly showed deep apprehension.
She gave a loud scream, the werewolf had scared her,
but, he actually wanted a "heart-sick" cure.
He spoke quickly, eyes filled with fright,
"Please do not fear, and please hear my plight!"
With the quickest of motions, his hand shot out,
his paw did open, and the letter had sprout.
The girl looked quickly at the letter in hand,
not sure if it was a trick, or something more grand.
"What is this for? Ar
Dark MoonDark Moon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That day was meant to be a day of joy. That was the day he was born. A birth is always a source of happiness, they say. Sometimes, however, they can be wrong. That day wasn't really a day of joy. Why, you'll ask. That was something only the old sage understood at first. That was linked to a secret she was the only one to know in the tribe. When she held this tiny newborn in her arms, only son of her only daughter, she was in fact very happy at first. But soon, her instinct told her there was something wrong. She looked at him, at his eyes. He looked as innocent as every baby in this world. He was just a little child that that world welcomed on that cloudy day. The old sage, when she saw his eyes, read something in them. Apparently, she was the only one able to read what she read. To the others, this baby was an ordinary baby. He was like all babies they saw before. So why did his grandmother screamed that so unexpectedly? "That's not a child! That's a wolf!"