The dripping candle provided just enough light to see the heaps of rubble and ruin that were strewn across the west wing. Crushed chairs and clawed cushions were spread across the floor, while bundles of torn curtains threatened to entangle my feet as I stepped across the dark chamber. The light soon exposes a clawed painting. It shows a man, only in his lat...
Dear Readers, please note that there is a death in this chapter. It is necessary to set up a future chapter. Thank you Two4friends for editing this chapter. The Hoarding Uruku stood on the edge of the clearing. He could not yet see the three dots in the night sky that indicated trouble, but he felt their presence. They announced the coming of the Hoardin...
Main Entry: cru·ci·ble Pronunciation: 'krü-s&-b&l Function: noun Etymology: Middle English corusible, from Medieval Latin crucibulum earthen pot for melting metals Date: 15th century 1 : a vessel of a very refractory material (as porcelain) used for melting and calcining a substance that requires a high degree of heat 2 : a severe test 3 : a place or situa...
The creature was almost on top of me, and I had resigned myself to being trampled under its feet when there was a cry, and, to my intense relief it seemed to be pulled up, as if the rider of it were controlling it, as one might control a horse or camel. It came to a halt just a few feet away from me; in another step or two I would have found myself crushed...
Cold rock pressed against the soft flesh of her back, though she hadn't come to the realization as of yet. Still dizzy from whatever had hit her from behind that had promptly knocked her unconscious, she had her eyes closed. It took a moment or two for her eyes to open, but even then she remained in some sort of haze. All she could make out were dark splotch...
Father Ray I had spent a wonderful night, including delicious, exciting sex, with Corey, my ex-fiance. He was my ex because he had cheated on me with a woman he had met while away for several months on an internship. But now he had proven himself to be the same caring man as ever. But, could I trust him? Did I want to get involved with him again only to lo...
Tara stared at the hulking brute chained to the stonewall of her parents' house. It was still a little bit like Caveson. It had his arms, his green eyes, his stomach but they were larger and more beast now. His whole body was covered in bristles, thick like that of a hog and black. It was deformed, the legs of a man mixed with that of some unholy thing, musc...
Belle shivered as she walked past the decimated iron gate in front of the old castle. She wrapped her cloak tighter around her shoulders and thought back to how she wound up making this trek. The village she'd lived in her whole life had traded her as a sacrifice to the creature that had haunted their hills since she was younger. The Beast and his story had...
The year is 2215. Just outside what used to be, LA California before the big quake of 2179 pushed Arizona and California into one state. 25 year old Amanda Jenkins walked into her house after work. The full moon was out but she didn't think anything of it. She had ignored the news reports of a werewolf loose from the local zoo. She programmed for coffee an...
Sometimes I just need to let it out of me. It is the beast in me: the mongrel, the dog, the wolf. It is the monster that roams behind me at all times, seeking what it may devour. Freud would call it the Id - that primitive portion of the brain that cannot think beyond the needs to eat, sleep, and fuck. The beast does not have patience for planning ahead or...