When Raven's Fly

When the sun slowly fades into the distance, I find myself on my doorsteps with my holster off and in my hands. My slick neck is starting to cool from the breeze. How could I have hesitated? A softness I didn't know was there had creeped in and stolen my identity for a brief second.Double dates are supposed to cause nerves to burrow into your belly, but I looked forward to the distraction. Brandon was the real culprit behind my knotted nerves and never-ending ability to breathe deep and shallow simultaneously.Inside the debris of my papers lay plastered all over the dresser, and I wade through clothes on the floor. I used to pride myself on neatness, but honestly, it didn't matter anymore. I'm hardly ever home. Maids are out of the question for someone like me who revels in their privacy.As the phone blares to life, I break from my trance."Aiden?" A familiar voice whispers over the line.Her voice is cold water in my veins. Once, her voice would power me like a battery. My finger h

Last Updated : 2025-05-05

The Mausoleum

Norfolk is a long drive when anger is the fuel in the tank. I push my pedal down and practically slide across the road. I'll kill him if he puts his hands on her. She isn't mine anymore but that doesn't change the fact that he is scum. This useless pile of shit wants to murder his child and kill Raven's mind right along with it.Thoughts are so muddled in my mind, but I know one thing for sure: killing tonight would feel good. I do it for a living, but it is power I wield in my hands to decide for myself. Raven doesn't want me to kill him. I know her well enough to know she probably has some abysmal soul tie to him. She wants my support.I’m not supportive, I’m deadly.Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.Vomit crawls up my thro

Last Updated : 2025-05-05

Letting the Bird out of its Cage

"It’s not what it looks like Paul,” Raven rushes to the big dumb ex jock with egg literally on his cheek. She makes sure she stays somewhat close to me as she is crossing between us. She is playing coy, but I know her. Her scent is enough to bring back memories of me being jealous of other men.“It’s not what it looks like?” He whispers coldly before letting out a ghastly nervous laugh."No." She stands in front of me now, facing him down. She is daring and cocky with me behind her. I want to push her into him at this point. How could she bring me here and expect me to just go with whatever mood she is in?“ I go to the store and I come back to you with this guy.” He stares past her at me now. "He looks a lot like your ex..."I cringe now. I just don't feel like fighting. It's been such a long day at work, and this isn't my fight, but I won't let him hit her. Anger engulfs his face and dries out his tongue to the point where he can barely talk. I'm the sideline rider. The train wreck

Last Updated : 2025-06-18

Familiar Ways

I walk to my car. The breeze clings to me, cooling me, but still heavy. It knows. It wants to say something to me. It can't be harder on me than I am on myself. The drive drags. My ribs scream. Knuckles throb. It’s not just pain. It’s something deeper. Ache in the bones. In the soul, maybe.Pain crawls up my spine like fire ants. The drive back is a lengthy one. Every bone in my body aches from the fight. It’s practically a blinding pain as my tendons stretch in ways that they shouldn't. If I were a real werewolf, I’d shift. Heal. Be done with it. Instead, it lingers just like everything else.I pull into my spot. I kill the engine as I let out the breath. I check the mirrors. I’m stalling. This is my neighborhood. Fresh paint with the smell of rotting underneath. A dog bolts across the street into a neighbor's yard. Animals hate the smell of me, and I can't blame them. Even if only half, I am a predator.Looking upwards at my apartment, I'm glad I have plans tonight. If I were insid

Last Updated : 2025-06-18

All Chapters of Half-Monster: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

When Raven's Fly

The Mausoleum

Letting the Bird out of its Cage

Familiar Ways