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Rendall marched until he reached his room and closed it. Since Rendall’s still taking a bath, I decided to go out and look at the lake. Every morning, fogs come out and the lake looks mysterious with the fog on top of it. Today, the sun is covered by dull clouds and it can’t seem to find a way to make the world blind by its beam. I was suddenly reminded of the day I first killed a werewolf. The atmosphere is the same and fogs are also everywhere. During that time, all I had in mind is to hunt and kill, bring fear and hear them plead. After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me.

I'm sure that the wolf found food elsewhere. My brain refused to wrap itself around any other explanation. When my dinner was ready, I sat in the living room and opened a book app on my phone, opting to read while I ate. I scrolled through my books, but nothing seemed as interesting as what had occurred in my own home that morning. Then I thought of something. Out of curiosity, I scrolled through the wolf-shifter books and started reading. But then I quickly closed the app when I started looking for similarities between the stories and what had happened this morning.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

My complaints fell on deaf ears, and he left me to start reading. My first choice was about werewolves. I was already involved with one, so it was only natural that I would want to know about them first. To my surprise, the book had nothing to do with learning about them. All it had were recipes and literature on how to kill them. I guessed this was the hunter's version and side of the supernatural world. I browsed through the others, and they were all the same. No wonder Gavin expected me to finish reading them in ten days. Seventy per cent of the books consisted of drawings and diagrams. I did not leave the library until it was evening. Too tired to eat, I had a sandwich and retired to my

#MMWard W. Farnsworth W. Farnsworth lives and writes in Arizona. Over two hundred fifty of his short stories were published at a variety of venues from London to Hong Kong in the period 2014 through 2018.Published in 2015 were his collected Arizona westerns Desert Sun, Red Blood, his thriller about cryptocurrency crimes Bitcoin Fandango, his John Fulghum Mysteries, Volume I, and Engaging Rachel, an Anderson romance/thriller, the latter two by Zimbell House Publishing.Published by Zimbell House in 2016 and 2017 were Farnsworth’s Pirate Tales, John Fulghum Mysteries, Volumes II, III, IV and V, Baro Xaimos: A Novel of the Gypsy Holocaust, The Black Marble Griffon and Other Disturbing Tales, Amo

She’d been alive during a time when she-wolves weren’t treated very well. Sold to a mortal hunter, Katya endured some of the worst crimes committed against our kind. She’d experienced fear in its rawest form and had learned to see the beauty within it. Fear motivated a person to do incredible things. After all, it was fear that drove Katya to stage a coup that allowed four hundred and sixty-five wolves to escape imprisonment. She gave her life for theirs, and Lunette rewarded her for it. Two hundred years later, she’d met Shax. The God of Fear had been taken with her instantly. It was because of his fearless mate and the horror’s she’d endured that inspired him to go out into the city at nig

Death awaits you, your darkest pleasures hitchhiked on the highway. On a rainy night at the police station between highways, reservations, between the mountains, following a highway, amidst the crimes of the dawn, among the nights of stars, among the crimes, the policemen death asked for a ride; Being that it's a collection of vampire/werewolf stories, investigation. Several horror tales, among several characters that pass through the city of Lovecraft County. So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares.

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

Just a boy from California who became a bit of a rancher, lived with his wife, horses, dog, blah blah blah. Huh. My dad wrote western mystery novels under a pseudonym. That explained why he didn't seem to have a job. He probably didn't need to work beyond this. He had at least two different series of books, one historical and one modern. I'd seen them probably a million times in bookstores and had dismissed them as work for middle-aged women with cowboy fantasies. I smiled. There was definitely money here.

Cassidy, on the other hand, wasn’t worried about her newly -and old- acquired friends as the thoughts of death, revenge, hell, even Misty’s distant whine was enough distractions; a cold wind nipped in the now cool air, summer officially coming to a end and autumn making its presence known. She shivered, tightening the black duster around herself and silently hoped that Dodge wouldn’t notice it missing from his saddlebag he had left back in the rented saloon room, silently hoping that he’d see her absence and forget about her, silently hoping that maybe Hell wouldn’t be as bad as Thomas preaches about. Bouts of laughter met her ears and the flickering of kerosene lamps were gaining light as t