Tianna's lips parted in a feral grin as she leaned over the handlebars of the 1098 Ducati Superbike. She sped recklessly around the curves of the road, the thick forest to her left, the sheer drop of the cliffs to her right. Shandaken was a blue-collar town of around 5,000. And though the town was flooded with yuppie skiers in the winter months and wheneve...
Ravenscraig loomed over the party as they stood at the lip of the crater that kissed up against the edge of chaotic terrain that made up Ravencraig's foundation. The ancient seeming stone and steel edifice rose almost fifty feet upwards, after itself being placed on the edge of a craig that loomed over the surrounding countryside, giving it a slanted, danger...
"Rise and shine, sleeping ugly, it's feeding time," came the Guardsman's grating voice, and the vampire rose from the death-like sleep that ensnared all of his kind during the daylight hours. Even in this cell, deep underground, surrounded by steel and concrete, he could feel the light of the sun shining above. Sighing, he rose and stretched, then looked at...
Abigail Clarke's POV I was exhausted, and my wolf was on edge by the time I left the plane in Moscow. Crying babies, turbulence and a businessman who stank of cigarettes and body odor, while ignoring my ring and trying to hit on me at 30,000 feet, pretty much did me in. I turned on my phone and texted my son I was on the ground before heading to baggage cla...
-Edited by Nom de Plume- *Fictional story. All characters involved are over 18 as I do not consent to using minors in my stories* *** There was a werewolf that had been locked away in a dark cellar, chained to a wall as a human and on full moons he would change into a Werewolf, but he could never leave due to his bindings. For months, he sat in the cellar...
The weak fire crackled in the small clearing as Frida tended to the flames. Her pale, silvery, skin reflecting the orange light of the burning wood, a simple leather outfit adorned her body. The only item of value that the woman wore was the silver collar around her neck, which was mostly hidden by her long hair. "Hurry up, girl." a voice came behind her. F...
Thank you all very much for your ideas, they've really helped me figure out where that story is going. Ideas are still greatly appreciated and I hope this story will develop into something that will be loved and remembered. x .................... The small taxi made its slow ascension up the pebbled driveway. Tall deciduous and coniferous tress swooped dow...
*The final part of the story started with the Howling* With widened eyes Shintaro and Brit shook their heads in disapproval. "That's suicide Ken," the mercenary protested, "You can't just take them on by your own." "Baby you can't do this alone," added the female scientist. "That's a direct order Shintaro," Ken sternly told his subordinate. "Alright, I...
The laws of my people must change. Those are the thoughts running through my head as I run for my life. The name is Albert Saint Preux. Son of RCMP Sergeant Mathieu Saint Preux and schoolteacher Anne D'Avignon. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I am also a Lycanthrope. What you ordinary human folks like...
Prologue Ulfr was a pure-blooded werewolf from the Forest Mountain. He was a large man, tall and muscular, black hair falling in thick locks over his shoulders. He was one of the most powerful of his kind, and leader of his Pack, an Alpha. 'Damn the woman!' Ulfr cursed miserably under his breath. He gazed at the petite, slender female who tormented him th...