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Dear CousinYou didnt have to die,
But you provoked me,
So much has changed,
Since we were young,
You've grown tall and strong,
But so have I,
I have teeth and fangs and claws,
Strength and speed,
That surpasses yours by far,
It started as a game of chase,
Buts now is that of life and death,
Your life dear cousin.

You thought you were clever,
Hiding in the corn,
Your breaths ragged,
And thats how I found you,
Your yelp of surprise,
Sent me into a frenzy,
That can only end in blood,
The wolf must feast,
So you must die,
In a battle,
Laced with screams and blood,
Your blood dear cousin.

You thought I was joking,
Until you turned a

Attack at Jenkins WarehousAlan's heart was beating right out of his chest while he drove down a lighted street in New Jersey. His thoughts were whirling about the events that had just taken place. He couldn't get the grotesque images and screams out of his head. Especially that one image of that….THING tearing a man to pieces.
With much difficulty, he pushed the images out of his head and tried to remember the events that happened early that day. It helped settle his mind a little bit, but he was still shaking from shock and adrenaline.

Alan was at the Starbucks coffee shop enjoying his cappuccino. He checked the time on his Rolex watch. It was fifteen minutes

The ritual of werewolfNow you have both tooth and claw,
Biting teeth within your maw,
Stand tall for these midnight powers,
A brother or sister gave you at midnight hours,
You now belong to the pack,
Through the fur upon your back,
The monsters that you once feared,
You now stand at one, revered,
The fires of hell await our souls,
As we cheated our usual roles,
But worry not for years you live,
More than any man could give,
You are now a werewolf strong and fast,
But remember to never forget your past,
And now you live the life within,
Be warned the life of a beast begins.

PactA twig snaps underfoot.

But I'm standing still.

I draw my breath, the forest falling silent at the sound. The trees encircling me lean closer, listening intently, waiting to see what may happen. I hold my hands together, hoping to control the tremor in my fingers.

I don't bother to turn, to look or even call out. I don't need to. I have no way of telling what's behind me; nothing but a feeling in my gut. Under the starlight, my eyes are blind to the subtleties of the shadows. Everything around me is nothing but shades of darkness, with only the white pricks of stars above piercing the night's veil.

I'm not shivering because I'm cold. The

The Bond of the Brotherhood (Ch. 1) The First Hunt
Her feet pounded against the ground as she felt a rush through her body. Her eyes shifted up to the sky, allowing the large, glowing moon to wash down over her with its rich, warm light. It was the full moon, all the power and bloodlust that had been building all month had come to this moment. She already tasted the sweet essence of copper blood in her mouth. It was a warm and promising feeling on the night of a full moon, in deep contrast with the taunting, mocking sensation it gave her during any other time of the month. She let out a heavy

Way of the Wolf, Pride of the LionWay of the Wolf, Pride of the Lion

It's never easy being a werewolf.
I've always been a loner, ever since I was bitten as a ten-year-old kid. No one in my family knew I was a werewolf, and I kept it hidden well. And once I was out of high school, I basically went on my own, living my own life, away from control-freak parents. I traveled a lot, visited a lot of places, but I tried to stay away from people, given my nature. I was in full control of my power, but still, I didn't want to risk an innocent person suffering the same thing I did.
Being a werewolf was nothing like what mythology said. A lot of what the books and modern fiction sai

Star Fall: Lost OnesChapter 1: Lost ones

They called it the natural order. We call it the third world war. It was apparent what the committee wanted. The Lycanthropic Registration Committee had grown so powerful since its birth. So much more powerful. The political structure of the United States had become a puppet. Delegates sent to allied and neutral countries assumed flawless coups with little military action. It was scary… Overnight, the world entered a new era. We all knew the committee despised our kind, wished us gone. What we failed to realize was their determination. Now that they've become autocrat of most Europe and more than half of

The Hunt is on. I could smell him from miles away. He smelled of fear, the same irrational fear that every human gets when they are alone in the dark. His fear though, wasn't so unwarranted. We were watching him; this pathetic thing walking right into our land. Oh how his fear made my mouth water with anticipation. I wanted to tear into his chest like a thanksgiving turkey, breaking the bones of his inferior structure and then sucking every last bit of marrow from them.

Willow sat next to me hunched over as we waited for the rest of the pack to signal, Willow being the newest member of the pack was to be the b

A Wolf at War: Chapter 1A Wolf at War

Chapter 1: The World as We Knew It

"They are getting close, wait until the tank is next to the car." I whispered to Jacek who was lying next to me as he twisted the last few wires together, priming the final fuse. From our second floor position we had a commanding position over the street below, gripping my rifle I readied myself for the fight to come. A block away, a small squad of two dozen German troops headed by a Panther tank cautiously made their way towards our position which was at the far end of a T shaped intersection. Those fascist bastards were oblivious of the trap which has been s

My Scream Becomes My HowlAt first, all I could focus on was the intense pain in my shoulder.

I was vaguely aware of the sounds around me, the snarls, the howling, the growling. I could dimly feel the forest floor beneath me, the soil, the fallen pine needles.

But all I could focus on was the burning, crushing pain in my right shoulder.

With my mind so clouded by pain, I could barely comprehend what had become of my night. Eric had offered to explain himself, if I was still willing to hear it, which, of course, I was. You don't kiss a girl with that kind of passion and then pull away in nothing short of terror without explaining yourself. So he asked me to come wal

Survival -wolf tf-Survival

The beginning... It's so hard to think, so hard to recall what life was like before... but, I must remember. I must always remember.

It was Tuesday morning, 7 AM. Way earlier than any normal teenager on summer break would be up at. But, my parents being my parents, insisted that we get on the road early so we could get the four hour drive from Banff to Jasper National Park out of the way. We'd been on the road a few days, staying over night in camp grounds and cheap motels when it rained, so I was completely stoked on arriving at our destination and having a few days of downtime in the woods.

The drive was a blur of blasting punk

Never Too Old

"That was the lamest one yet!" Glenn snickered.

"It was pretty bad," Kevin admitted, "but not as bad as Strawberry Shortcake."

"Thanks for reminding me. Yeah, that was even worse."

"Good candy, though."

"Mmm," Glenn assented through a mouthful of Skittles.

The zombie and the pirate approached the little blue house and followed an arrow to the back door.

"Betcha this one sucks," Glenn said as he pressed the doorbell. Suddenly, the door flew open to reveal a short flight of stairs.

"Trick or treat?" Kevin asked hopefully.

A meaty paw reached around the door, and Glenn did a spit-take. A diminutive werewolf emerged from the house and how

A Wolf's MoonA Wolf’s Moon

Full and proud, the packs howl loud,

There is blood in the air; there is a feast on this night,

Compelled by the moon, filled with joy by its tune,

Every year at this time we gather before the Wolf’s Moon.

* * *
The mingling of human and wolf voices battered the trees and rose to the heavens above. They filled the night with their haunting melody because, even as they were beautiful, it was the sound of the wild and the untamed.

On this night, the humans in the small Italian city did not leave the warmth and safety of their homes, superstitions and pure instinct warning them away from such preternatural happe

View Into the Mind of a WolfStrange that may be this world we live in
Brick by Brick, Stone walls created
Born here wrong there
Wolf duth hide behind a Human Veil
Willith the trees call unto my spirit and soul
Billow through my eloquent fur, Oh Gentle wind
Hath buildings confuse and blaze
Does not structures such as these displease you?
Liquid river, crystal lake, Drink from you I shall
Prints of paws I leave for you
Strange indeed this world shall be

MoonlightI can feel it approaching again.. That time.. my heart doesn't throb at the thought. It hammers.
Why this agonizing wait?? Why the pain of watching her diminish??

Why does she turn from us when we need her most?
I miss the days before day.
When all was eternal night, before the earth spun. When the moon was constant in the sky.
The days when Faeries and the Elven clans thrived. When Lycans were as rare as stars. When humans were scarce and vulnerable. When the trees were alive. When the world was young.

Now, the Earth is old, knowing, and tired. Mortal wretches have ravaged her, stealing and destroying all they can before they die. The

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Werewolf

by *LupusDream, Jul 30, 2012, 2:57:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Werewolf
By Ariel Bujans

My skin crawls
As the moon begins to fill,
My desires,
Become harder to satisfy
As the day fades
And night falls.
My screams of pain,
Fills the night.
My bones brake,
My limbs extend,
My blood lust intenseness,
My heart races,
My scream,
Becomes a howl.
Finally it is done,
The transformation,
Is complete.
I once looked human
But that was just my mask,
This is who I really am.
I am the one,
Who goes bump in the night,
The one who hides in the shadows,
The one who is
a werewolf.

Werewolfby *LupusDream

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

©2012-2013 *LupusDream

i really do not knot know i guess i am in a poetry writing mood.

~Wolf-Ninja001 Aug 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

short, sweet and simple.

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*LupusDream Aug 1, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

thank you

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*Frostypuppywolf Jul 31, 2012 Professional

U remind me of my self

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*Frostypuppywolf Jul 31, 2012 Professional

U remind me of me self

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*Frostypuppywolf Jul 31, 2012 Professional

I like it it is me

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*LupusDream Aug 1, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

i am glad you like it

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*Frostypuppywolf Aug 1, 2012 Professional

so what u doind

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*LupusDream Aug 1, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

nothing really. what about you??

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*Frostypuppywolf Aug 1, 2012 Professional

same

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~Kill3For3me Jul 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I love werewolves, and this poem pretty much sums them up, lol.

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