Tf- A medieval themed werewolf transformation
Note-This is an origional story, all characters are original
------------------------------------------------
November 22nd- Year of our lord 1227
As the snowstorms obscure the passage of day and night, I can only guess at the date of this day, we measure the days by each time we stop out of sheer exhaustion. feel as if there is nothing colder than the blasted, godforsaken wilderness of the northern pass, and the men are looking like they would desert me and betray each other for even the slightest glitter of warmth. What scares me so much is that I would do the same, given any opportunity.
I don
Imagine for just a moment. Imagine what it would be, to be a Werewolf...
Imagine yourself standing in a field. It's dark, wind is blowing lightly, and moonlight is spilling out over the grass. A silvery light that steals most color. Clouds hide the moon for now.
In the distance, a howl. The howl is much larger and louder than a dog's, or even a wolf's. This howl sends a shiver down your spine. You stomach tingles with excitement, and fear.
You'd like to believe that you're not afraid. Deep down you are. You're frightened at this horrible sound.You quickly try and force it out of your mind.
You try to think of something else. Anything else
Werewolf
'Ow... Where am I again?' Lloyd thought as he awoke.
Sitting up, he found he was still in the woods, where he had decided to go for a short walk. Just a short walk, not intending anything else, and somehow he wound up waking up lying on the forest floor.
And without any recollection as to why he wound up like that.
Sitting up, her felt a slight twinge of pain from his ankle, and checked it. He sighed.
'Great... A bite. Doesn't seem too bad, but it really stings...'
The bite itself was just a small red mark, and it didn't seem as if the skin had been penetrated badly. There was a little amount of dried blood, but it seemed the w
Chad stood in his driveway, admiring his handiwork. The vintage Mustang gleamed like some giant emerald. There was still wax to wipe off, but not on the paint.
Chad hardly could have asked for a better Saturday. Summer was over, but warm weather had returned for one last gasp. After two weeks of sweaters and corduroys, he circled the car in a polo shirt and shorts, not a care in the world.
Tweet!
As one awakened from the best dream ever, Chad was slow to source the sound. Mosquitoes? Surely not, though there might be some at sunset. Birds? No, way too ugly, unless pterodactyls were back from the dead. And besides, those technically were li
Cult of the Beast
---
There were three quick, yet small, taps at his door.
He looked up from his paperwork and glanced at the figure behind the frosted glass, seeing if it was someone he knew. He didn't know the person, so he decided to stay behind his desk.
"Come in." he said
A short-ish man, with a faded blue shirt, denim jeans entered the room. His first impressions of the man were interesting. He seemed a little on edge and jittery, and yet he could tell that this was only because something was obviously wrong. He seemed to have an air of slight authority. Nothing intimidating, but it said 'here I am, don't ignore me and I won't igno
Suprise, you are a Werewolf by killerpen, literature
Literature
Suprise, you are a Werewolf
Robert was a senior in high school and never was the guy to attract alot of female attention. However, today was the day, Robert was going to take Zoey out on their first date. This was big news and Robert had been looking forward for it for awhile now. They were going to a midnight movie release when she arrived. She was heading over to his place in less than four hours and he was nothing short of a nervous wreck. He was on edge just sitting around, fixing every little detail from his car to dusting inside his closet. Deciding that it may be best to go on a walk instead, he opened up his door and stepped out into the cool evening b
I'll warn you upfront: this isn't glamorous.
At first, I thought I was in a car or on a plane. I woke up in an uncomfortable chair with an incredible headache and no idea where I was. My eyes slowly adjusted to the sickly yellow light, and I saw a ceiling with water damage. I didn't recognize it. I smelled mildew and smoke, which would've startled me if not for the headache.
I started to rub my head, but I couldn't move my hand. I looked down, and my wrist was stuck in something. Actually both wrists. And ankles. I didn't like where this was going.
Ugly laughter erupted from across the room. "About time you came around!" someone shouted. I
Thanks for the favorites! It's a shame I don't really have time nowadays to write these stories. I love reading stories and seeing that other people like reading my stories as well is what made it so much fun to write.