If you said monsters and magic do n't be, I would half agree with you. Magic I have found out is really just another skill. If you brought a fire potter to the night ages you 'd been deemed either a witch or a dragon. Whose to say someday science wo n't allow us to turn unseeable. Who 's to say vampism is n't some sort of terrible computer virus. Werewolves are quite different and unqiue in every rightfulness of there existance. A computer virus that core the DNA makeup of a human all together. The full lunation triggers a pheromone in a soul ancestry causing the translation into the fauna. A bare, common, greyish wolf is stronger then a human being, a man is three metre bigger then a grey brute. Werewolves tend to be 3 prison term inviolable then timberwolves.
Now I mentioned giant. What is a monster ? A animate being that goes bump in the nighttime ? A lamia ? truthful vampire kill people and tope blood. But so far that makes them no more a demon then a ticking. They can help it no more then we can help eating to survive or a wolf for eating it 's solid food raw. A monster is really an outcast who must bend the rules to live. What 's the difference of opinion between wolves and `` Monsters '' ? Two affair, vampires have minds of thier own, werewolf ca n't be con controled. Hideous monsters they are, for these fauna will not twist down to the rule of man. Unruled, unique, unmatched, untamed.
Two new stories will be coming hopfully by the end of the weekend. The Moon, deity Night.
I hope you like the stories as I put a bit of oldfashioned horror into my collection of mostly original stories.


Tanya hurried down the the street. She had a sense mortal was watching her ... Stalking her ... Hunting her.
Tanya, who had just graduated high school, was one of the most popular pupil. She was on the hoops team and rails squad. Everything seemed to stop after senior high school though. She was on a jog but after getting a terrible belief in her stomach, she had to blockade. Her broad backtalk quivered. Her firm and finely mould ass tighening with every turn she made to stare at the darkness. Her white meat tucked firmly in her variation bra which was all she wore on her top one-half. Her bottom half had a duad of spandex jogging short pants. Her very somewhat features gleaming in string of beads of lather. She turned around her blonde hair in a ponytail swinging. The Russian born adult female, who was now American, felt fear for the first time since she was 2 and moved to USA.
Something watched her. It 's glowering thoughts swirling in a sea of beatial persuasion.
She still felt a bit procure knowing she had a knife from her older babe who got it for her on her trip to Translvania. She turned around again as a typeface caught her sight letting out an involuntary gasping scream. The man in presence of her stared at her.
'' Arent you the constabulary foreman ? '' she asked calming down.
'' Yes, listen, it 's not safe out here you need to get home. There 's thing out tonight that should n't be in the cities, now go home as fast as you can. '' he said hurriedly, his breather increasingly hyper, beading of sweat begining to pour from his supercilium.
'' Chief Daniel ? '' she said as he fell to his human knee.
The newly elected man in his twenties yelled as loud as he could, a mans voice combined with a wolf, `` RUUUN ! ! ! ``
Tanya jumped back and scrambled to her feet and started sprinting.
His oculus opened as the beasts replaced his.
'' It 's coming out. '' he whispered as the swarm uncovered the full-of-the-moon moon and caused him to let out a blood curtling howl.

Francis peered from her apartment way windowpane.
What had that old man meant when he said that he could smell one of the Jehovah on her ? It scared her deeply. Usualy she was at a nightclub by now. However that damn old man really gave her a fright. She knew the risk of the metropolis. Everyone joked how nothing ever happens in Canada, it was dead on target hoi polloi were pretty friendly, but every city had it 's danger. She was n't about to go into the dark of nighttime and find out some drug lord is out to kidnap her.

Elric stood three roofs away and could still see, look, and see Francis perfectly. She had a B-cup breasts, an ample but not fat ass. Her thighs were succulant. Her eyes a deep brown oculus and coal black-market hair. She had white skin and always wore Negro lip rouge and smiled kindly. She was perfect. She was dark and mystic.
Elric stood with dresser spread wide, naked, his brawniness gleamed in the moonlight. His skin was a sickly darkness dark blue blue sky. His eyes were an aluring unripened. With long show auricle and yearn dogtooth teeth the wight spread it 's offstage. It 's sinewy ramification lunching off the ceiling in a right 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 close 30 age, no assault, no kills, he deserved this one human, he needed this one.
Francis, wearing grim panties and a opprobrious bra slipped under her covert laying her head to rest.
She did n't notice her bedroom window glide clear as the masterly vampire Maker slipped in. He looked upon the 20 class old little girl in the bed. His manus reached out, his nails needlelike and pointed.
'' 30 year ? '' he whispered, `` Far too long. '' he said slowly shaking his head with a lewd smile .