from A Problem with Werewolves short story in Dark Journeys

Clouds covered the moon, and I couldn’t see what had caught her attention. A brief shaft of moonlight revealed an enormous, heavily muscled werewolf, close to seven feet tall. When the beast opened its mouth, three-inch-long canines glistened in the light. This was the alpha male whose pack we had just destroyed. Its massive chest and arms made Shaquille O’Neal look slender. As it slowly moved toward Monique, I put the shotgun to my shoulder and closed the distance with the beast.

The werewolf strode to within fifteen feet of Monique when it suddenly changed direction and charged at me. The beast ran so fast I barely had time to pull the triggers. It anticipated my action and pivoted to the side, avoiding both bullets. The werewolf turned and resumed its charge. I grabbed a slug, but I knew I didn’t have time to pull the trigger before it would be on me. I cringed as I awaited its attack. The werewolf was less than three yards from me when it fell forward and hit the ground with a loud thump.

I fired both barrels as the beast lunged at me. The giant figure staggered backward after the slugs entered its chest. It stopped, then took a step in my direction, even though blood flowed freely from two large wounds. I reached for more ammunition, but I had used all the slugs in the bandoleer. The beast took one more step toward me, and I grabbed the end of the barrels.........

My Vampire 's Aura - a dark poem by Neil Benson

My Vampire's Aura

My free will is gone;
your aura commands me.

You draw me each night,
to ecstasy and pain.

you show me your beauty,
but I know it's not real.
Your lovely face
masks a soul so dark.

After the pleasure,
you draw my life's blood.
You keep me alive,
you need me no more.

The weaker I become,
the greater your pleasure.
The time is not long,
when you take my life from me.

Your promises are hollow;
I am one of many.
Bodies strewn through time;
discarded like waste.

Tonight will be special.
I have a treat for you.
The bright, silver dagger,
I found in your dresser.

When you take me in your arms,
I will end your undead existence.
My life is spent,
but others will be spared.

The True Story of A Vampire by Count Stenbock Eric - free vampire short story

The True Story of A Vampire by Count Stenbock Eric shows that vampires are not always what they appear to be, nor are their appearances uniformly the same. However, they inevitably inflict destruction on the people and families that encounter them. This is one man's tale of how a vampire entity enters his, and his family's life to their utter dismay.

 

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Dark Journeys - stories of vampires, werewolves, and other creatures.

An excerpt from A Problem with Werewolves, a short story in Dark Journeys.

“No!” Monique yelled, putting herself between the beast and me. The werewolf swiped a hairy paw at her head, but she ducked and grasped it from behind. She squeezed its neck with her hands until the sounds of bones cracking made me cringe. She let go, and the werewolf fell to the ground. She closed her eyes and sniffed the air for several minutes.

“Any more of them?” I asked. My thumping heart banged against my ribcage and perspiration formed on my forehead.

In Dark Journeys, short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night. One story is about the surprise that awaits a mortal man when he has a picnic with the Queen of the forest. In A Problem with Werewolves a mortal male and his beautiful female vampire lover battle a pack of werewolves and a hideous demon. Dark poems tell of the painful and sometimes fatal relationships between mortals and vampires.If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and buy the anthology for only $.99.
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The Changeling - a poem from Dark Journeys anthology

Poem about a werewolf submitting to the Alpha male.

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The Changeling

The full moon rises.

I hear your call.

The change begins.

My hair stand up,

and my breath quickens.

Tendons stretch,

and muscles grow.

Bones expand,

and fleshy yields.

My jaw protrudes,

and fangs appear.

great claws form,

and grip the ground.

A tall, horrid creature arises,

and greets the night with a howl.

Finally, I am whole.

To you I run, swift and sure.

Through grassy fields,

into a dark forest,

up a great mountain,

ever higher I go.

Past the tree line,

and into thin air.

Faster and faster,

my legs carry me forth.

Until you stand above me,

mighty and supreme.

I bare my throat,

and submit to your will.

You sniff my body,

and my passion burns.

Our bodies join and I and complete.