The Mysterious Stranger – Part 7

Tessa couldn’t feel much at first. Then, slowly, she began to gain feeling in her arms and legs. She curled her toes and felt the sensation of silk on her skin. Her hand slid and she felt the same beneath her fingertips. Then there came the directional knowledge that she was lying down on her back and whatever she lay on was rather comfortable. Much more plush than her old twin mattress back at her apartment.

Even though her eyes remained shut, Tessa began to feel dizzy and lightheaded. A dull throbbing pounded at her temples. She took a deep breath in and let it out before opening her eyes. The room around her was unfamiliar and dimly lit. A few candles burned out of sight, casting a dancing glow upon the walls and ceiling. They smelled of lavender and pine, an odd combination but none the less soothing.

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The Outlaw – Part 11

Ben sat upon the floor of his prison cell, leaning against one of the walls for support of his weary body. The silver specks ingrained in the rock around him burned his skin, searing it until his flesh bled and blistered. The previous evening, before the change, he moved around to find a suitable spot to sit where he wouldn’t be tormented by his one weakness. But, the mine was unfortunately rich with the valuable metal and he found no place of relief. Resigned to his fate, he sat there, half naked and ravenous with hunger.

In his human form, he could reason. But the beast that rampaged the night before wasn’t so. His body and spirit was broken when the animal threw itself against the walls of his prison, cracking rock and bone in an effort to escape. And with the affects of the silver weakening his ability to heal, Ben could still feel the fractured bones and torn muscles throughout his body.

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The Outlaw – Part 10

Sarah held the cooling tin cup of coffee between her palms, savoring the potent smell. She had never cared much for the drink, but her father drank it often and the smell of roasting grounds reminded her of better days.

Sheriff Bart’s group of officers caught up with them at Devil’s Rock and led them back into the desert with Ben in tow as their prisoner. A chain was tied between his cuffs and Sheriff Bart had one end wrapped around his gloved fist instead of tying it to the saddle like she had assumed he would do. Ben was in obvious pain. Sarah assumed it was from the bullet that was still lodged in his leg, but she could see the burnt skin beneath the metal that bound his wrists.

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The Mysterious Stranger – Part 5

It’d been a week since Tessa learned the truth about the anthropology professor at her school. Christopher Johnson was a werewolf in need of companionship and Tessa agreed to be his playmate. Since then, she wondered if she had made the right decision.

Christopher made himself scarce, but only in the physical sense. Tessa was haunted by dreams of wolves and medieval carnage, causing her to be exhausted and irritable. She no longer had to fake a hangover as she walked the halls with eyes have shut and feet dragging on the tile floor.

She dreaded each day she worked at the coffee shop, wondering if he would come in and torment her with his handsome looks and dark secret. Tessa didn’t think about the weight this secret would bear on her shoulders; to know that she was the only¬†human in the whole world that knew what Christopher was.

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The Outlaw – Part 9

A day and night past for the three travelers. Ben could sense the unease in their new member, Henry, and kept his distance. Although the bullets in his revolver would only tickle his immortal flesh, Ben didn’t enjoy the process of digging out the rounds. Sarah, on the other hand, despite their rocky start, constantly intervened for Ben and defended him against Henry. That first night at the camp fire, Ben had overheard their conversation from his place in the shadows.

Henry was trying to convince the innocent orphan to abandon the monster and they could travel alone. But, Sarah stuck by her guide.¬†Ben wasn’t sure how to feel about her unconditional loyalty. Was she doing it out of fear that he would balk at the rejection or did she truly believe that he wouldn’t harm her?

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Werewolf Myths and Legends of Antiquity

So, werewolf stories have been around since oral tradition became a thing. They were scary stories to tell children to get them to behave, or warnings to God fearing Christians to keep away from anything having to do with the devil. Sometimes, however, the werewolves of these stories weren’t all bad and some actually did good deeds for humans. Here are just a few ancient tales of werewolves from around the globe.

King Lycaon – In the land of Arcadia lived a ruler known as King Lycaon. In the beginning of his reign, he did many good things for his people like erecting temples and monuments to the god Zeus and introduced culture to his people. After some time, however, Lycaon and his sons began to neglect the faith that they started out with. Zeus decided to test Lycaon after hearing rumors that the king was becoming a terribly tyrant. He descended from Mount Olympus and disguised himself as a countryman. He came to Lycaon’s palace, but the king immediately knew who the visitor was. (Here is where the story differs a bit and whether the king’s intentions were to present a sacrifice or insult Zeus is uncertain) King Lycaon served the god a portion of human flesh. When Zeus realized this, he grew enraged and brought destruction upon the palace. When Lycaon and his sons tried to escape, he transformed them into wolves. Continue reading

The Mysterious Stranger – Part 4

Tessa sat there, nonplussed and staring dazedly at her empty dinner plate that the maid hadn’t taken away yet. Christopher had pulled up the chair next to her to begin his story, but it was difficult for Tessa to wrap her mind around the words.

She still couldn’t believe that she had seen him cut into his own arm and watched it heal within a matter of minutes. None of it made sense.

“I’m a werewolf, Tessa,” he said slowly and calmly, as if he were speaking to a frightened child. And she was. She was terrified and fascinated all at the same time and each emotion battled for control within her.

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Werewolf Myths and Legends of Germany

Now, when reading these little fables, keep in mind that Germany – or the Germanic nation – was actually fairly large and took up a lot of land in Europe, including Poland and Slavic areas. So, some of these stories may be Germany, but others may be Polish in origin.

The Werewolf Who Ate a Colt – There were once two herdsmen and one of them possessed what was called a “wolf strap”. If a human donned the wolf strap, they would turn into a werewolf. This wasn’t necessarily frowned upon in this culture, because the wolf strap was a way for people to go out hunting as a wolf, which was more efficient. But, it just so happened that these two herdsmen grew drowsy after tending their herd for hours. The one who possessed the wolf strap fell asleep while the other pretended to fall asleep. The awake herdsman stole the wolf strap, turned into a wolf and went out to hunt. The herdsman who was asleep woke up in the middle of it and watched as the wolf killed and devoured a whole colt. He promptly went back to sleep (thinking nothing of this obviously). The wolf came back, took off the strap and napped as well. When he awoke, he had a terrible tummy ache and the other herdsman said “The devil himself would have a stomach ache if he had eaten an entire colt in one sitting too!” Continue reading

The Mysterious Stranger – Part 3

Tessa leaned back in the dining chair and sighed comfortably. The meal had been excellent and even though the slice of cherry pie in front of her was the best she had ever tasted, she forced herself to stop before she became too bloated. Christopher, on the other hand, was still plucking grapes off the vine cluster upon his plate and popping them between his lips. It wasn’t sexual by any means, but just watching the way he chewed each piece of fruit made her abdomen grow tighter with desire.

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