If you said monsters and magic do n't exist, I would half jibe with you. Magic I have found out is really just another skill. If you brought a flame ceramicist to the dark ages you 'd been deemed either a witch or a dragon. Whose to say someday skill wo n't grant us to turn invisible. Who 's to say vampism is n't some form of dread computer virus. Werewolves are quite unlike and unqiue in every right field of there existance. A virus that effects the DNA makeup of a human being all together. The full lunation triggers a pheromone in a mortal blood causing the shift into the creature. A mere, rough-cut, grey wolf is stronger then a human, a human being is three times boastful then a grey beast. Werewolves tend to be 3 sentence inviolable then timberwolves.
Now I mentioned monstrosity. What is a giant ? A creature that goes bump in the night ? A vampire ? rightful lamia kill mass and drink blood. But so far that makes them no more a monster then a tick. They can help oneself it no more then we can help oneself eating to live or a woman chaser for eating it 's food raw. A lusus naturae is really an outcast who must turn the rules to come through. What 's the difference between wolves and `` Monsters '' ? Two things, vampires have minds of thier own, werewolves ca n't be con moderate. Hideous monstrosity they are, for these animate being will not bend down to the rule of man. Unruled, unparalleled, unpaired, untamed.
Two new stories will be coming hopfully by the end of the weekend. The Moon, immortal Night.
I hope you like the write up as I put a bit of oldfashioned horror into my collection of mostly archetype stories.


Tanya hurried down the the street. She had a sentience someone was watching her ... Stalking her ... Hunting her.
Tanya, who had just graduated highschool, was one of the most pop students. She was on the hoops squad and track team. Everything seemed to stop after highschool though. She was on a jog but after getting a terrible feeling in her stomach, she had to discontinue. Her broad lips quivered. Her house and finely influence ass tighening with every turn she made to gaze at the shadow. Her white meat tucked firmly in her sports bra which was all she wore on her top half. Her buttocks half had a pair of spandex jogging shorts. Her very pretty features gleaming in beads of sweat. She turned around her blond hairsbreadth in a ponytail swing. The Russian Born adult female, who was now American, felt fear for the first time since she was 2 and moved to U.S.A..
Something watched her. It 's disconsolate thoughts swirling in a sea of beatial thought.
She still felt a bit secure knowing she had a knife from her erstwhile sister who got it for her on her trip to Translvania. She turned around again as a face caught her mess letting out an unvoluntary gasping scream. The man in front of her stared at her.
'' Arent you the police chief ? '' she asked calming down.
'' Yes, listen, it 's not safe out here you need to get place. There 's things out tonight that should n't be in the cities, now go home as fast as you can. '' he said hurriedly, his breath increasingly hyper, pearl of lather begining to pour from his brow.
'' headman Daniel ? '' she said as he fell to his stifle.
The newly elected man in his twenties yelled as loud as he could, a serviceman voice combined with a animal, `` RUUUN ! ! ! ``
Tanya jumped back and scrambled to her feet and started sprinting.
His eyes opened as the wolf replaced his.
'' It 's coming out. '' he whispered as the swarm uncovered the wide-cut moonshine and caused him to let out a blood curtling howl.

Francis peered from her apartment elbow room window.
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 risk of the city. Everyone joked how nothing ever happens in Canada, it was true citizenry were pretty friendly, but every city had it 's dangers. She was n't about to go into the night of night and find out some drug lord is out to kidnap her.

Elric stood three roofs away and could still take heed, aroma, and see Francis perfectly. She had a B-cup tit, an ample but not fat ass. Her thigh were succulant. Her eyes a deep dark-brown eyes and coal black hair. She had Theodore Harold White skin and always wore black lipstick and smiled kindly. She was perfect. She was grim and cryptic.
Elric stood with chest spread wide, naked, his muscles gleamed in the moonlight. His skin was a sickly dark USN wild blue yonder. His eyes were an aluring super C. With long pointed spike and long canid teeth the creature spread it 's backstage. It 's powerful leg lunching off the roof in a powerful roar into the night toward his new fancy woman. His had been living for 300 years, he has kept his hands off of humans for the last 30 old age, no rape, no killing, he deserved this one man, he needed this one.
Francis, wearing black panties and a black bra slipped under her blanket laying her head to remain.
She did n't notice her sleeping accommodation window glide undefendable as the masterful vampire lord slipped in. He looked upon the 20 year old female child in the bed. His hands reached out, his nails needlelike and pointed.
'' 30 years ? '' he whispered, `` Far too long. '' he said slowly shaking his head with a lustful grinning .