Winter's Blood: Chapter 7Winter's Blood: Chapter 7 by RisingPhoenix89
When my howl was spent and I looked back down at Abigail, she was smiling at me with a positively radiant expression. For a long time we were silent. I still couldn’t think of a single thing to say to express myself further. Meanwhile, Abby simply stood there gazing at me, as if there was no reason for her to speak at all. I noticed then that her arms were folded across her chest and she was trembling, sending a flash of concern through me
“Are you cold?” I asked, getting a feel for how my new mouth worked.
Abby burst out laughing and began hurriedly stripping out of her clothes. When she finished, she almost immediately shifted into her wolf form.
“I am anything but cold right now,” she told me with a feral grin.
I only half heard her.
Christmas with the O'SharpesWhen Cleo woke up, she was lying on the floor of the basement, broken, bleeding, starving with every muscle in her body screaming in protest as she sat up. Of course. Last night had been the full moon. She rubbed the back of her neck, unable to stifle the wounded pang that arose when she thought of how her parents locked her up in her every month. Surely there was some better arrangement.Christmas with the O'Sharpes by Rocky41-7
Looking around, she could see the spots where she'd beaten herself bloody against the walls and doors, and boy she could feel it now. She grasped the wall and pulled herself up, gasping with pain. She pulled the string she'd installed by the door, letting fall the brass key that unlocked the door. The sun was just rising over the green hillside on which her small village was situated.
Cleo clutched her filthy clothes, which she'd had the foresight to remove last evening, to her chest as she slipped into the bathroom. She removed a small washcloth, antiseptic, and gauze and tended to her wounds. After
Holiday Were Story EditHoliday Were Story Edit by Mizz-Swagnificent
Kiani Johenson is not an average Lycan. There was something remarkable about her. This was probably due to the fact of she's a Wulfen. A Wulfen is a natural born cross between human and Wolf genes. They are very similar to a werewolf, like a cousin species at best. They shift during the NEW MOON, not full.
Physically, she was attractive enough, as humans tend to go for, some would say. She was just over 5 feet 5 inches, and she had long stringy black hair that refused to be tamed in any way. Her skin was a dark brown, heavily tattooed, (A kind of physical trophy awarded from years of winning battles) an apparent effect of her East African descent.
Her eyes were brown, a deep earth tone. Her build was muscular, similar to that of a martial artist mixed with that of a body-builder, but was still natural nonetheless. She owed that to working her early years on practicing Jujitsu in Eastern Africa, and now Ninjitsu in Japan.
She sat on her bed, getting ready for the Christmas party at Koda
Blossoming Darkness Chapter 2As I drifted off to sleep I dreamt about the woman I had seen that night reaching her hand out and talking to me. "Wake up Thomas." She repeated escalating until she was yelling. I was odd I had never given her my name. I couldn't have given her my name yet she kept repeating it. Suddenly later I felt a sharp pain in my hind leg, and I yelped waking up to see a female wolf with chestnut fur staring at me. "It's about time you woke up." The wolf growled in exasperated tonesBlossoming Darkness Chapter 2 by cheif15
"Logan what was that for?!" I hissed shaking the pain out of my leg
"Well, I've been trying to get you up for the past ten minutes but you wouldn't budge." I'm sure if she could have rolled her eyes, in wolf form, she would have
"Whatever! What are you doing here? No, wait, better question, how did you find me?
"Well. Your scent, duh! It was faint but I was still able to track you down. But if you must know, I'm here because we have a bit of a problem."
"What kind of problem?" She didn't answer. "Logan Ans
Blossoming Darkness Chapter 1Blossoming Darkness Chapter 1 by cheif15
The realm of the night is filled with beings thought only to have existed within our deepest fantasies. What if I told you I'm one of those beings, and what if I also told you I fell in love with another?
Being a lycan nothing appealed to me more than running through the forest at night when the moon was high, my paws on the dirt ground, grey fur keeping me warm from the night chill, my tail swishing up and down, and the sight of the passing trees as I ran. I followed my usual path to a special clearing; it was deep in the forest and was a place I thought no one would ever find. It was the place I went to as a human to relax, and find myself, but as a wolf is was my hunting ground. I broke through the brush I scanned over the area nothing seemed to be out of place, it was clear, green, had a few flowers growing in patches within the middle, and the trees surrounded the perimeter giving the area a circle like shape. As I neared the center a peculiar scent came across me: it was warm, li
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