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Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785.  Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser.  He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim.  Click to Read  

The Haunted House - "Over here, I tell you!  The coffin is over here!"  Mona rolled her eyes up at Frank. Idiot. He was acting if he'd found the secret entrance in the wall rather than her. She had a good mind to turn back and let Frank stand his chances of being sacrificed by the coven of she-male vampires that inhabited the dungeon of the castle. . . .  Click to Read  

Werewolf Short Story - Cane Walker

Once upon a time there was a young man obsessed with canes.  During the holidays, he bought out all the candy canes in town.  

But he didn't stop there - no he didn't.  He bartered furiously with the local medicine shoppe, buying out all the canes, leaving none in stock for those in need.

But he didn't stop there.  He marched over to the mercantile and snapped up all the umbrellas equipped with hooked handles and anything else that slightly resembled a cane.

One would have thought that he would have stopped there - but oh no.  The man hastened to the local blacksmith shoppe, intent on buying up any iron object that slightly resembled a cane.

As he entered, he found the shoppe hot and undesirable - but nothing could stop his intent.  

An older woman was at the shoppe conversing with the blacksmith, and when the man would have shoved her aside to talk with the blacksmith, he noticed the most lovely silver cane that he'd ever seen resting in the woman's frail hands.

"Madam, how much would you take for that old cane?" the young man asked, trying to downplay the beauty of the silver cane.

The old woman winced her lips together, then informed tersely, "Why nothing young man! This cane was a gift from my great grandfather and to me, it is priceless."

"Priceless?  Or, worthless?" the man argued, quirking the old woman's anger.  "If the cane holds no price, it therefore holds no value."

To which, the old woman unexpectedly began beating the young man with her beautiful silver cane.  And being a werewolf, the young man vanished quite swiftly.

Moral of the Werewolf Story: Value is in the eye of the beholder.

More Short Stories About Werewolves

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MORE WEREWOLF TALES

Midnight, Twilight, Daylight - Midnight.  Joe was preparing for his transformation as he glimpsed a full yellow moon flying high overhead through his open penthouse window.  He was three flights up, feeling closer to the moon than to the street below, but the jump from the window would be a piece of cake once the transformation occurred.  click here to continue

There Wolf! - There was something extremely odd about Dafney's date. He had an awful lot of hair, his upper lip kept quavering like a horse in heat, and he smelled a bit....wild, as if he'd been sleeping outdoors with a pack of wolves.  click here to continue

Unchained Werewolf - Sebastian dimmed the lantern he had been swinging from his extended arm, trying to catch sight of what was making a hideous howling noise in the distance.  The near distance, at that.  click here to continue

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Poisoned Ivy - The moaning grew louder, emitting eerily from the forest walls.  Ti wasn't so certain anymore that the noise was the sound of lovers, as the area was a cove for kindling romance.  Had he not known better, he would have sworn the sound was the sound of a ghost! Click to Read

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