Damon Jones is the name and supernatural adventure is the nature of my game. Who am? Just your average, everyday, six-foot-five, dark-skinned African-American male werewolf living in the big city. There are lots of werewolves in the city of Boston. We're doctors, lawyers, cops, athletes, thugs, college students, businessmen, firefighters, etc. You name it...
I could totally kick your ass, I thought to myself as I looked at the trio of drunken college guys inside the bus shelter, smirking to themselves. What is it with drunken white guys having the urge to hurl slurs at other people? Shit. Three months ago I would have ignored these fools and quietly walked away, just like any good black citizen of the Prairies....
Whatever you do, don't call me Manny. I absolutely hate it. What kind of name is that for a chick anyways? If you know what's good for you, you'll address me by my proper name Manal Muhammad. When I said that, the pudgy teacher's assistant glared at me balefully, a look of simmering anger filling his reddened face. His blue eyes were like ice cubes. I could...
This story is not sent in our world but is set in another. In an alternate universe, humans co – exist with various monsters, from vampires to werewolves to mermaids to dragons. After centuries of conflicts, mankind finally managed to make peace with all the monsters and many of which integrated into human society. Werewolves have become vegetarian, vampires...
To Lord Reynard's Fancy readers, please be patient as I edit and re-write, my disability has been rearing its ugly head. Enjoy this much shorter multi-part story for now. This story is dedicated to my partner, who hates junk science on wolves. Remember to rate and comment, I am always encouraged by your kind or constructively critical words. Thanks! - Rosam...
Have you noticed that whenever they're showing a werewolf movie on TV, it's always told from the human's viewpoint and never that of the so-called unfortunate creature? Seriously, the plots are usually so boring and predictable that I always skip right past any werewolf/or creature movie. Hikers meet wolf-man in the woods, a few of these poor bastards get ki...
Beneath its veneer of intellectualism, liberalism and cosmopolitan outlook, Boston is a place teeming with Supernatural elements, so you'd think a Wolf-Woman like myself would feel right at home. The Supernatural mixes with the mundane quite beautifully. Ordinary people would be quite surprised to find out that members of the Blue Man Group are not what they...
You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag? The larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll e...
It was a box. Or possibly a crate - wooden sides with a bit of plastic on the side containing what I'd think was a packing slip. No visible marks otherwise. No 'fragile' (which my mind nearly always reads mentally as fra-jill-ay) or other stamped text. Just a decent sized box (crate?) sitting on the second step of the little concrete steps leading to my fron...
Aaralon was nervous; he was not only disobeying conventional wisdom by attempting a summons but he was flaunting the strict rules of the boarding school by doing so. He was twenty years old and had been in College of Light Shadow for the last fifteen of them, he couldn't really remember what his parents looked like and all that really seemed to matter about...