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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

WerewolfWerewolf
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.

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

Heart for a WerewolfEyes down low, and a gaze shy,
his heart fluttered, and his grin went wry.
It was a secret he had,
a secret he swore he'd not tell.

The note in his hand did speak of his feelings,
placed neatly in a letter, with strawberry sealings.
Looking up from his thoughts, he saw another,
that other, he knew, was his secret lover.

He got up from his seat, to talk to this girl,
the butterflies in his stomach suggested he hurl.
The girl seemed to be quite unaware,
that a werewolf was standing there.

He cleared his throat quickly to get her attention,
She looked and instantly showed deep apprehension.
She gave a loud scream, the werewolf had scared her,

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

My Werewolf DefinitionCelestialwolf's Werewolf Definition

Outline:
1. What is a werewolf?
2. How are they created?
2.1 The Bite
2.2 Birth
3 Anatomy, characteristics, attributes
3.1 Human Form
3.2 Gestalt (True Werewolf) form
3.3 Wolf Form
3.4 All three forms
4 The Shifting Process
5 World and Society
6 Conclusion
7 Werewolf Encyclopedia
8 Other interesting werewolf definitions

What is a werewolf?

A Werewolf is a human capable of assuming the form of a wolf or a combination of wolf and human (gestalt) at will while enjoying greater physical abilities than normal humans ever co

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

Thrill of the hunt I listened to my parents as they fell into a deep sleep, "Finally!" I said as l quietly removed my covers from my self. I then made my way down stairs listening to the slightest sound from a creek to a breath. I had reached the door and l could feel the excitement building in my chest, "Just a little further!", I hissed between my slowly growing fangs. I opened the door slowly, oh so slowly. I then herd a rustle from upstairs and I stood still, not even breathing, only the sound of my heart pounding in my chest, then silence. "Oh good, false alarm." I opened what was left of the door just to squeeze by.
I could feel my fur growing from my

WerewolfThe Moon is high
Taking advantage of another night
The silver light
Is calling for another haunting sight

The wolves come out to play
Salvage hunting of their preys
Moonlight bathes the bloody flesh
The smell of the fresh meat
Carved in the monstrous claws

Bestial animal
Almost divine
Half man, half wolf
Tempting godlike creature
In his eyes a bittersweet seducement
The Werewolf

Howl to me
Hunt for me

Pierce my skin with your claws
Scratch my back open
Lick my bleeding wounds
Leave nothing left to taste
Take me inside of you
…Forever…

Full silver moon
Bathing the ground that hold us
In a promise: your ete

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

Werewolf forest

I stamp down the underbrush with my boot. The dry leaves and dead plants snap sharply, like firecrackers. The moon, full, shines through the overhanging branches of the trees. Notes of the silvery light shone like pillars of silvery mist stretching into the sky. The trees, now dark and foreboding in the night, loom over as if looking down on me. My footsteps seem explosive in the dead silence, unbroken except by the sound of small creatures dashing through the grass. I feel, as if I am being watched by the shadows themselves. The sensation seems to increase, like a gentle pressure at the back of my head. I quickly whirl around to face.....n

Still a Werewolf at HeartTo be free, a concept for that people have fought and died over for centuries but what does it really mean? We call ourselves a ‘free society’ but it seems as if we are nothing more than slaves. Slaves to debt, slaves to fashion, slaves to society’s expectations but most of all, slaves to the mistakes of our pasts. But what does it truly mean to be free? Is it wrong of me to want to want to get away from all the pressure and restrictions to live a life of pure independence? It was these ‘cabin fever’ like feeling which led me to fall in love with werewolves.

I have always been interested in animals but it

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

WerewolfAs the moon peaks over the highest mountain afar
Its captivating silver light shines on my pale skin
I can feel its pull and hear its call
Allowing me to stand among the wild souls of the forest
Staring up towards the beautiful bright orb
My heart races and goose bumps form on my body
I feel strange, excited, and more alive

Without warning, my inner soul begins to emerge
Escaping this dry, pale cage that I call my human body
My bones stretch and reform under the light of the moon
Making my limbs more powerful and stronger than before
Nails lengthen and become claws, teeth grow and become fangs
A never-ending field of fur grows, co

Hunters' ThrillJackson took a slow, deep breath and inhaled all of the information the forest could provide for him. His ears twitched at every chirp and crackle in the late summer air. As he crouched motionless on a branch of a dense tree, he created a mental list of any changes to the area. He had no interest in the squirrels that scurried from tree to tree or the birds that perched themselves high above him. Like the flowing stream near the forest's edge, they were just another part of the environment but not his focus. With the hunting season drawing closer every day, he needed practice and the prey he was dealing with would demand careful concentr

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The ritual of werewolf

by ~immortalicewolf, Jul 31, 2011, 5:46:34 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Now 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.

The ritual of werewolfby ~immortalicewolf

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

I own this poem and created it please don't steal it or if you use it please tell me before hand thank you ^^.
The poem I guess is an elder from the pack welcoming a new
lycanthrop in to the pack. I came up with it after watching silent witness where I kept thinking how helpful it would be to have a werewolf in the police.(the poem in no way is anything to do with silent witness or the police I came up with it after thinking about werewolves.)