Author's note: I wrote this story seven years ago and published it on a different forum. Since then I made some alterations to it which I believe has made it a bit better. Please enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Prologue Ulfr was a pure-blooded werewolf from the Forest Mountain. He was a large man, tall and muscular, black hair falling in...
**Author's Note: It seems like this will be a bit longer than 4 parts. I'm hoping it won't be too long and just keep it to 6 parts. Working on outlines right now as I work a little on other projects but I promise this is at the front. * * * * * * * * Serafina wore a blue flower and white sundress that nicely showed off some cleavage while not making her se...
In the movies, Werewolves are monstrous entities prowling the night, eating campers in the woods, and all that jazz. Or we're stuck in high school forever, like in a certain boring-ass television series. Seriously. Sometimes I want to shout from the mountain tops that my kind aren't what you humans think we are, but I know that revealing myself would mean ce...
A warm breeze rippled through the golden grass of the clearing, rolling like the surf at the seashore until it spent itself at the edge of the trail. The dull orange disc of the sun hung low in a cloudless blue sky; the trees cast long shadows in sharp relief. The day teetered on the brink between late afternoon and early evening. On the other side of the p...
My name is Jeremy Brunski. I was born in Massachusetts in the year 1869. My adoptive father Liam was a farmer. My adoptive mother Nicole was a teacher. I had two adoptive brothers, Wilson and Jason. I lived my whole life in the state. I have always been a bit different from the people around me. I loved books. I loved poetry. I was a dreamer. Those things we...
***Please note that this story and all of my works contain characters that are clearly over the age of eighteen without exceptions. The werewolf squirmed, locked in bondage, the room dark and furtive in its simplicity. But maybe that was just because he could not see in the dark, Chen's eyes trying to adjust and completely failing to. It just wasn't somethi...
This is my story. My name is Sara, I'm 18 years old and I have to admit I was cold and slightly drunk, I was at my best friend's party. I decided that I wanted to go home so I left, I got offered a ride but I said no because it is not that far to my place from hers. I rounded the corner of her street and crossed the road to walk down the other side, the oth...
CHAPTER 14: WOLF The phone woke her up. Claire sighed, another night of sleep cut short. She picked up the receiver and put it to her ear. "Hello." "Dr. Thompson, it's Colonel Jeffers. We've got an inbound lycanthrope for you." "Oh really? Haven't seen one of those in a while," Claire said. "Okay, I'll meet you there." Of course real werewolves bear littl...
I can't remember the last time I dated a female from my community, and honestly, that's just fine by me. My name is Antoine Leonard Joseph, and I'm a young Black man living in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I was born in 1987 on the island of Haiti, but moved to the Confederation of Canada with my family in 1990. I've lived here ever since. We fle...
Part 1 Winslow Junction 1. Dusk. A few birds were finishing their songs as they settled down to roost for the night. A cardinal warbled four miles away, and a jay squawked almost two miles farther on. He heard them as if they were sitting on a branch of the tree that was just outside the cavern. The limb of the full moon was edging above the eastern hor...