If you said monsters and magic do n't exist, I would half agree with you. Magic I have found out is really just another science. If you brought a flame thrower to the dark ages you 'd been deemed either a witch or a dragon. Whose to say someday scientific discipline wo n't allow us to release inconspicuous. Who 's to say vampism is n't some sort of fearful virus. loup-garou are quite different and unqiue in every rightfulness of there existance. A computer virus that effects the DNA makeup of a homo all together. The full moon trigger a pheromone in a persons blood causing the transmutation into the beast. A bare, common, grey wolf is stronger then a human being, a homo is three time full-grown then a grey skirt chaser. Werewolves tend to be 3 times potent then timberwolves.
Now I mentioned lusus naturae. What is a freak ? A beast that goes bump in the night ? A lamia ? True vampires kill hoi polloi and salute blood. But so far that makes them no more a monster then a check mark. They can help it no more then we can help eating to survive or a beast for eating it 's food raw. A monster is really an outcast who must bend the principle to survive. What 's the difference between Wolf and `` devil '' ? Two things, vampires have minds of thier own, werewolves ca n't be con master. Hideous monsters they are, for these animate being will not bend down to the linguistic rule of man. Unruled, unparalleled, unrivalled, untamed.
Two new tarradiddle will be coming hopfully by the end of the weekend. The Moon, god Night.
I hope you like the stories as I put a bit of oldfashioned horror into my collection of mostly archetype stories.


Tanya hurried down the the street. She had a sense person was watching her ... Stalking her ... Hunting her.
Tanya, who had just graduated senior high, was one of the most popular educatee. She was on the basketball team and track squad. Everything seemed to quit after senior high though. She was on a jog but after getting a terrible notion in her venter, she had to stop. Her full lips quivered. Her firm and finely shaped ass tighening with every turn she made to gaze at the darkness. Her boob tucked firmly in her variation bra which was all she wore on her top half. Her freighter half had a pair of spandex jogging short pants. Her very middling features gleaming in astragal of fret. She turned around her blonde hair in a ponytail swinging. The Russian Max Born woman, who was now American, felt fearfulness for the first time since she was 2 and moved to USA.
Something watched her. It 's dismal intellection swirling in a sea of beatial cerebration.
She still felt a bit secure knowing she had a knife from her onetime sister who got it for her on her slip to Translvania. She turned around again as a look caught her slew letting out an involuntary gasping scream. The man in straw man of her stared at her.
'' Arent you the police head ? '' she asked calming down.
'' Yes, listen, it 's not safe out here you need to get home. There 's things out tonight that should n't be in the urban center, now go home as fast as you can. '' he said hurriedly, his breath increasingly hyper, beading of sudor begining to stream from his brow.
'' Chief Book of the Prophet Daniel ? '' she said as he fell to his knee joint.
The newly elected man in his 1920s yelled as loud as he could, a human race voice combined with a beasts, `` RUUUN ! ! ! ``
Tanya jumped back and scrambled to her feet and started sprinting.
His eyes opened as the creature replaced his.
'' It 's coming out. '' he whispered as the cloud uncovered the fully moon and caused him to let out a blood curtling howl.

Francis peered from her apartment room windowpane.
What had that old man meant when he said that he could smell one of the Godhead on her ? It scared her deeply. Usualy she was at a nightclub by now. However that damn old man really gave her a fearfulness. She knew the danger of the city. Everyone joked how nothing ever happens in Canada, it was dependable people were pretty favorable, but every city had it 's danger. She was n't about to go into the nighttime of night and find out some drug lord is out to nobble her.

Elric stood three roofs away and could still hear, feel, and see Francis perfectly. She had a B-cup breasts, an ample but not fat ass. Her thigh were succulant. Her heart a recondite chocolate-brown eyes and ember black hair. She had flannel skin and always wore blackness lipstick and smiled kindly. She was perfect. She was dark and mysterious.
Elric stood with dresser paste wide, defenseless, his muscles gleamed in the moonlight. His skin was a sallow dark Navy blueness. His eyes were an aluring Green River. With long pointed ears and hanker canid teeth the beast spread it 's wings. It 's powerful legs lunching off the roof in a powerful roaring into the Night toward his new mistress. His had been living for 300 years, he has kept his hands off of humans for the last 30 yr, no Brassica napus, no putting to death, he deserved this one human, he needed this one.
Francis, wearing black panties and a fateful bra slipped under her cover laying her chief to rest.
She did n't comment her chamber window glide open as the masterful lamia lord slipped in. He looked upon the 20 twelvemonth old lady friend in the bed. His hands reached out, his nails sharp and pointed.
'' 30 days ? '' he whispered, `` Far too long. '' he said slowly shaking his read/write head with a lubricious smile .