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

GYPSY TALES BY A FULL MOON

The Gypsy King ~ continued

Gypsy King Ferka continued his peaceful walk through the woods, savoring the scents of nature along the way: the smell of the hickory trees light on the wind and the wisps of embers cast off by the campfire back at the gypsy camp.

Gypsy King Ferka suddenly stopped short, concerned by what he didn't hear for the woods had become deathly quiet, only the faint chants of the mandolin baying from the gypsy camp in the distance. Something was awry.

A haunting howl permeated the still air and Gypsy King Ferka was electrified as a chill ran down his spine. Wolf - but not your average wolf.....werewolf. He was acutely familiar with the howl of the werewolf.

Without adieu, Gypsy King Ferka threaded his way back to the gypsy camp taking a different path in an effort to stamp out his scent. Werewolves possessed keen scents - and keen bites, too. Fatal bites... This gypsy king had friends that had been kissed by werewolves, but had never lived to tell the tale. And Ferka didn't plan on joining his friends just yet!

Ferka's path was suddenly blocked by the shadow of his inward fear and there before him standing hunched on hind legs was the werewolf - slobbering, growling.....not a sight for sore eyes.

Ferka feared his sudden demise and reached into his pocket, clasping his single treasure on earth. For a man to hold his heart in his hands was a man who would die a happy man.

The werewolf lunged forward and Ferka held up his hand, shielding the blow that was to follow. A haunting yelp filled the air and then, a sudden thump. When Gypsy King Ferka opened his eyes, through the moonlight he saw the werewolf on the ground, his lucky silver coin lodged in its chest.

From this day forward, Ferka obeyed all Codes of Superstition, particularly Gypsy Superstition and never took a walk at night.

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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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