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Part 8 ( twisted romance and horror ) "Luke, where am I going to erm...sleep tonight, Angie and Pete will sort of notice if I come in with crutches.
I know what you're thinking right now. I'm a monster. A horrible, evil monster. But I wasn't always like this. I never wanted to be creature I've become.
~The First Werewolf~ In the earliest centuries man believed that he had a specific connection with animals, during the heated months the males were sent out to hunt while the females stayed home...
#TheOpussDead 20th Jan. 2002 Dear Mother, He's wonderful. Our beautiful baby boy. He's called Carter, after dad. Carter John McKeown.
#ORB. Trees bellow around her. As she runs alone in the woods. Rustling trees about to wither. She pulls up her protective hood. Her face something alluring. But in the shadows she has to hide.
I really like the character in 'The Chase' and my head is buzzing with ideas of where his story will go so I hope you will join me :) ________ I curl up against the pebble dashed wall and sob.
Phillip I watched as her face twisted in fear, her pupils dilating. She screamed and started to transform. I took a step back and grimaced, the first transformation was always the worst.
Ken was uncertain how long he had hung mounted on the wall as a hunter's trophy; perhaps it had been for only minutes, perhaps decades.
Vampire’s penetrating crimson eyes, Look into your soul; see through your lies, Young boy gets bitten, then withers, then dies, Family grieving, their banshee-like cries.
(part two of the prologue, the rest of the story to come soon!) Viktoria looked just like me. We had the same dark blonde hair and the same keen, green eyes.
3rd January 1995 I wake up to find myself tied to a snow White bed. The width smaller than a normal single bed but big enough to hold a young adult like me. Around me I find medical equipment.
The wolf, unkindly termed a big, bad one by some, was simply concerned with self-preservation.
The howls of the beast rang through the forested mountains of the 19th century German village, a reverberant and throaty sound.