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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 - The Companion, a short werewolf story - Act II

Helene drew her mouth together, forming a tight scowl, her gesture extenuating the wrinkles around faded, red lips.  "I cannot - and you should not ask me to even consider such a thing.  Why-what exactly is that beast, anyway?"

Helene eyed Fluffy as if she'd enjoy making her magically disappear and she must have sensed such, for she rolled up her upper lip and snarled viscously at her.  Helene then jumped back, expelling a short scream.

Lucy steadied Fluffy, then managed to inform Helene, "She is what is considered an exotic...."

"I don't care what it is - just get it out of here, now!" Helene demanded, her emotions uncontrollably raging to a point that Lucy knew oh so well.

Lucy shrugged, then eased out as she guided Fluffy away, "It's settled then.  I cannot stay."

Shocked, Helene recovered quickly almost racing to catch up with her determined sister's retreating form.  "But you must - and, and you will.  I will not have you throw dirt in my face after I've been good enough to offer you refuge."

Lucy stopped dead in her tracks, then turned to face her sister.  "If I stay, Fluffy stays."

There was an intense moment of silence, then Helene's hand smartly popped Lucy so hard that she sent her to the ground.  The wolf went wild, seeking vengeance and if not for Helene's servants, the woman would have been more dead than live.

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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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