Werewolf, Ghost & Gypsy Stories

Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.

One with so many powers is now powerless to gaze into a simple looking glass. What does this malaise represent? No turning back? A release from mankind, yet the need for mankind in order to survive?

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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. continue

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. . . . continue

The Crying Veil - Anna's eyes widened in terror as the wedding veil she had situated on her head was suddenly covered with blood - drops of blood. She detected crying, pitiful crying as if someone in her head were in agony.... continue

The Ethnic Vampire Wars -A thick layer of fog lay captive in the valley below the castle. It was the Ethnic Vampire Wars. continue

Pretty In Pick - “Right here – pile it on right cheer,” the hick told Qieu, pointing his half-full fork of spaghetti to his plate. continue

Goat's Pine al la Mode - Goat lived in a valley that was sparsely clothed with pines, red cedars, and sumac that turned a vivid red each autumn. As so was the season, for autumn had settled in for a brief visit that soon would welcome winter. continue

The Crystal Ball - Act II

Carefully, oh so carefully, Roland set the crystal ball in place, taking great care with his newfound treasure. Jessie eyed the full moon overhead, again filled with thoughts of hungry, human-devouring werewolves. She suddenly wondered why werewolves never ate gypsies.

Through the moonlit shadows of the night, the crystal ball cast out an eerie glow. It was blue, shadowed in red. The mystic light was hypnotizing and both Jessie and Roland were unable to pull their eyes from the crystal ball.

An image slowly materialized in the crystal ball, camoed by the mystic blue and red light, the image one of a gypsy dressed in typical nomad garb - head scarf, shawl and a blouse hinged in front with a taut gusset.

Totally mesmerized, the gypsy told them, "Give back what is not yours or your life will end by the howl of the moon!"

Roland snapped to life then scooped up his treasure, tucking it into the warmth of his sweater. "Get a move on, Jessie!" he snapped, grabbing her hand and running with her over the forest floor.

The fog had become so thick that Jessie couldn't see where he was taking her. All she knew is that her feet were moving as fast as they could go to keep up with him as the image of the angry gypsy scrolled her thoughts. Why was Roland running amuck when the gypsy had given such a stiff warning?

Gathering a cloak of courage about her, she jerked her hand away from Roland, freeing herself from his hold. If he wanted to take what wasn't his to take, then so be it - but he would be in this adventure alone.

Roland gave her snarl, the one that Jessie was so accustomed to seeing from him, then he spiraled away, making his way through the dense fog and disappearing from sight leaving her to fend on her own.

The forest suddenly grew as still as death, only the sounds of Jessie's ragged breathing filling the empty wooden halls.

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Featured Gypsy Stories

The Gypsy Tearoom - What does a gypsy love more than anything in the universe? continue

Beneath a Gypsy Moon - A full moon hung high over the night corridor. The screech of a barn owl could be heard in the distance and it eerily mingled with the metal chimes of the dancing gypsy. She had arrived alone this evening beneath a full moon that bore a misted halo and the promise of rain. And there she danced before the small crowd of used car salesmen. continue

Gypsy King - Once upon a time there lived a naughty gypsy king named Ferka. Gypsy King Ferka did not like rules one little bit. For example, whenever he walked on a sidewalk, rather than avoiding all the cracks so he wouldn't chance breaking his mother's back, Gypsy King Ferka stepped on all the sidewalk cracks. continue

Silver Dollar Gypsy - Syeira was a beautiful gypsy who loved nothing more than belly dancing the night away. continue

Sea Gypsy - There once lived a gypsy that was so fond of the sea that his friends nicknamed him the Sea Gypsy. continue

The Crystal Ball - A gypsy caravan had been through the area last night leaving behind a fog so thick that one could cut it with a knife. continue

Caravan of Gypsies - Ten tipsy gypsies set off for adventure one summer day. A few steps down the road, they met a man selling tambourines. continue

Werewolf Meets a Gypsy - Once upon a time there lived a sweet werewolf and a cranky old gypsy. The werewolf had come to accept his curse with time, deciding to make the best out of a bad situation. No sense in remaining bitter about his wolf curse and full moons. continue

Dances With Wolfbane - If you will look closely within these shrouded walls, you will see a castle knitted into a cove. Below the castle lies no gate, lies no walls, lies no clinging ivy - but a thatch of wolfbane, a wilting thatch of wolfbane. And within the castle walls resides Shernoff, man about the town by day, werewolf by night... continue

I Want to Eat a Sheep - Little Sheep stood contentedly munching on the tender green grass of the valley floor as the sun sank in the western sky. Night would soon capture the day, but at least a full moon hung high overhead. Sheep liked full moons for they were bright and helped in keeping the wild wolves at bay. continue

Shadow Rider - The night was young. The yellow sun had vacated the cloudless sky a short hour ago leaving behind a shroud of intense heat. continue

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. 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. continue

The Companion - "Helene, I asked before I boarded to come here if I could bring my companion with me and you said yes-" continue

Honey, I'm Home - "Honey, I'm home!" Colt eased out as he entered the small abode. They never had been rich in money, but he and Nancy had always been rich in love. continue

Moon Hunters - Charlie was a werewolf. Had been since his early forties. Situated on the edge of a precipice, he gazed upon the village below which he now knew was a pooling of idiots, blinded by evil - the evil that now hunted him. continue

Six Pack Wolf Pack - Original Werewolf poem by Sky Taylor. continue

Nine Inch Nails - One hot August night, Sally examined her hands under the full moon sailing high overhead. She detested her hands, in particular her nails. So boxy, so brittle, so wavy and too short. continue

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. continue

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