Dr Frank N Furter Novels & Stories

But even as everyone was left gaping and speechless, Gene took the stage with perfect timing. He walked up to Frank, clapping him on the shoulder as everyone looked on in shock, speaking quietly, "By the way, I forgot to mention something—this man, Frank Lawrence, is a healer who practices Draconian traditional medicine. He also saved me from the brink, curing me from my sickly self and allowing me to strut once more!" "What?!" Both Hugh and Dennis were dumbstruck, with Dennis still on his knees.

Lucian glanced at me and nodded. "I turned out alright and my father from what I have heard killed others of his kind for money but wasn't obsessed by it. I think if we raise our offspring with love the switch won't be clicked and they will be fine," he said solemnly. I leaned back on my haunches and glanced up into the sky with hope in my heart that our future children would be free of the gene. I spied a huge frightening dark shape heading toward the castle. It reminded me somewhat of the trolls I had seen in my youth. It was tall, broad-shouldered, and red-eyed with a gray-haired beard that was in braids. The phantom-like creature had someone in its long clawed fingers.

Severin smiled and said, "Sorry to burst your bubble, but you need to keep your fantasies in check. In fact, I don't intend to apologize to you at all. I wanted to empty the room and shut the door because I didn't want to embarrass you. No one wants to watch me beat up a mutt. In other simpler words, I'm helping you keep your status in check." "What did you just say?" The fat man's mouth twitched. He glared at Severin and shouted, "How dare you call me a mutt?! Don't you wet your pants later when I tell you who I am." "Wet my pants? My, you sure talk big!" Severin chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Go on then, tell me your name. Let's see if I'll wet my pants." Franko gritted his teeth an