Silver Dollar Gypsy

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 Silver Dollar Gypsy ~ Act II

Syeira had left the gypsy campsite and walked the short distance to the village beneath the full moon using her keen gypsy senses to guide her along the way. She was searching for something special.....something unique - or should we say something with a bite? Tracking down werewolves was indeed an art in itself, and Syeira had not only the gift of the dance, but the gift of finding werewolves as well.

She entered a beaten down tavern at which sat six men around a crude wooden table, their feet transfixed on a cobblestone floor. As time was short, she knew that she must work swiftly. She could already detect fangs springing to life in three of the men.

Syeira told them, "I need but a small favor and for your efforts, you will be rewarded greatly."

The six shared a mocking grin, then the largest man at the table spat out, "You being a gypsy, you surely know what we are?"

Syeira nodded, then licking dry lips she continued, "I have much money - a wagon full of silver-"

She gasped as all six men reared back and expelled a loud growl - a territorial growl that would have scared most gypsies away.

"No! Please do not misunderstand! I do not intend to use the silver against you, rather for you."

"Gypsy, you indeed know what we are and surely you are aware that silver can never touch our hides. It would be a slow death," the large man told her, calming down a bit after glimpsing Syeira's sincerity.

"I know. But silver can be transferred into other forms of treasure, right?"

The large man scratched his chin, Syeira noting how his arms had sprouted a thick coat of hair. "This is true," he eased out. Then, "Speak quickly, gypsy, for the time soon comes for some men to walk among the wolves."

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