The Story of Claudia the werewolf

Once upon a time, there was a little werewolf. Her name was Claudia. She lived in a rather well-to-do town in New England, in a slightly down-at-the-heels toolshed. Her life was very orderly. During the day, she hung around in her shed and read books. She was especially fond of mystery novels. In the late evenings, she would go out for a nice little walk and steal some fruit and vegetables from the safeway. Then she would return home and groom her fur for a little while, and go to bed. During the full moon, she usually went out past the town limits and killed some chickens.

Claudia would be the first to admit she was a little settled in her ways. But that suited her just fine, for the most part. Every once in a while, she felt a little restless and depressed, but fortunately the full moon would always come around again and things would work out just as she liked. A little chicken raiding always lifted her spirits.

One night, she was on her way back from a particularly pleasant chicken raid. She trotted down her usual path. It did not matter that the usual bright light of the full moon was obscured by clouds, because, as a creature of habit, she knew her way quite perfectly. Then, suddenly, the ground gave way under her feet. It was a TRAP. Claudia landed at the bottom of the pit. She was unhurt but very, very put out.

Pits were not part of her routine.

Traps were definitely not part of her routine.

And so, although daring escapes and possible revenge were not part of her usual routine, either, she rapidly began to feel that both might conceivably be in order, nonetheless.

She examined her surroundings. They consisted of a deep pit. This was not so promising.

"What," she asked herself, "would Perry Mason do under these circumstances?"

She pondered this question. As she pondered fretfully among the tree roots, a thin, nasal chorus of laughter drifted down from above. And Claudia realized that Perry Mason was not often in a pit, because he was a mere lawyer who never got his hands dirty. Claudia, by contrast, was a werewolf. A big, mean, terrifying CREATURE OF THE NIGHT, in fact.

"Fuck Perry Mason!" said Claudia. And she gathered up her unholy strength and leapt out of the pit. Her eyes glowed and her fangs were bared.

This turn of events came as quite a surprise to the four unpleasant and bepimpled young men who had been slapping one another on the back at their great cleverness, just a little bit further down the path. They were even more surprised when she tore them limb from limb.

After this stimulating exercise, Claudia felt rather energetic, so she took a little trot down a nearby side path. There, lo and behold, was another pit of much the same variety as the one she had tumbled into herself. Within this pit there was a rather handsome, bookish-looking young wolfman.

"You really need to ditch that pit," Claudia advised him.

He explained that there were some dangerous humans outside, and that she should be careful.

"Ha, whatever!" said Claudia. "I already tore them limb from limb."

And she sounded so very pleased about it all that he at last timidly scrambled up the side of the pit. With a little further encouragement, she was able to convince him to give mauling humans a try, and he found that actually he rather enjoyed himself, much to his own surprise.

So after that night, Claudia had a new routine. She and her handsome young man prowled the night together, culling the herd. By day, she moved in with him at the recently abandoned public library, where they had many more books to read, and running water to clean up from after the gore.

The End.

The Werewolf of Klein-Krams

By Karl Bartsch

In the vicinity of Klein-Krams near Ludwigslust in former times there were extensive forests that were so rich with game that the dukes often came to this region to hold their great hunts. During these hunts they almost always saw a wolf who -- even though he came within shooting distance -- could never be killed by a huntsman. Indeed, they even had to watch as he took a piece of game before their very eyes and -- something that was most remarkable to them -- ran with it into the village.
Now once it happened that a hussar from Ludwigslust was traveling through the village and just happened to enter the house of a man named Feeg. When he entered the house a flock of children stormed out of the house with a loud cry and hurried out into the yard. When he asked them about their wild behavior, they told him that except for a small boy, no one from the Feeg family was at home, and that he -- as was his custom when no one was at home -- had transformed himself into a werewolf, and that they were running away from him, because otherwise he would bite them.

Soon afterward the feared wolf appeared, but by now he had laid aside his wolf form. The hussar turned to the Feeg child and tried to learn more about the wolf game, but the child would say nothing. However, the stranger would not give up, and he finally succeeded in making the child talk.

The child told him that his grandmother had a strap, and that if he put it on he would instantly become a wolf. The hussar kindly asked the boy to make an appearance as a werewolf. At first the boy refused, but finally he agreed to do it, if the strange man would first climb into the loft, so that he would be safe from him. The hussar agreed to this, and to be sure pulled up the ladder with which he had climbed into the loft.

As soon as this had happened the boy ran into the main room, and soon came out again as a young wolf and chased away all those who standing in the entryway. After the wolf had run back into the main room and come back out as a boy, the hussar climbed down and had the Feeg child show him the magic belt, but he could not discover anything unusual about it.

Afterward the hussar went to a forester in the vicinity of Klein-Krams and told him what he had experienced in the Feeg house. Upon hearing this story, the forester, who had always been present at the great hunts near Klein-Krams, immediately thought about the werewolf who could not be wounded. He now thought that he would be able to kill the werewolf.

At the next hunt he said to his friends, as he rammed a bullet of inherited silver into the barrel of his rifle, "Today the werewolf will not escape from me!" His companions looked at him in amazement, but he said nothing further.

The hunt soon began, and it did not take long before the wolf showed himself once again. Many of the huntsmen shot at him, but he remained unwounded. Finally he approached the forester, who brought him to the ground. Everyone could see that the wolf was wounded, but soon he jumped up again and ran into the village. The huntsmen followed him, but the werewolf outran them and disappeared into the Feeg farmyard.

In their search, the huntsmen came into the house, where they found the wolf in the grandmother's bed. They recognized it from the tail that was sticking out from under the covers.

The werewolf was no one other than Feeg's grandmother. In her pain she had forgotten to take off the strap, and thus she herself revealed the secret.




There are many tales that have been told about the werewolf and its origins, but this does not matter anymore. For I am that legend they speak of in stories of folklore. I am the original werewolf and the creator of fear under the moonlight.

Lykens under the Moonlight
By Kon85

“Is it true, that once you have been bitten by a werewolf you turn in to one?” the reporter asked. I only smirk at her and answered, “Want to fid out?” Her eyes changed into fear, which was a soothing feeling for me to feast upon. “Umm, no its okay.” It was frightful for her to be here and yet she still remains to get the scoop on me. “What is the purpose of you being here?” I asked. She tried to answer with poised and try not to show fear, but I can smell it a mile away. The fear brings too much excitement for me. This prison is not suitable for me at all. She asked, “How did you get caught?” I responded, “I didn’t get caught. I’m just having a vacation.” Not knowing that I was serious she laughed a little bit. She soon noticed that I wasn’t joking, so she asked, “Why?” The place I have been living in, prison, has its qualities of being homey to a beast like me, but I didn’t answer her question. I wanted to bite her so much; just a little nibble would do, but the last time that happen turned out tragic. I got up from my chair, and walked to the barred window. “Want to hear a sad story of mine?” I asked while she quickly said yes. Well…

The Past

It was back in the 1400’s where I roam freely with no thoughts or conscious when killing. You can say at that time I was in my primal state, but I was well beyond that. I just didn’t care for any life except mine, and creating others like me so I won’t be alone in this world. I only went after humans, since they can put up a fight better than any other animals in the forest. The sense of fear in humans is addicting. Soon I noticed I wiped out many towns and villages. In one of my rampage of a town, I thought I had eaten all the kids and killed their parents, but some how I missed a little girl and her half dead mom. I slowly creep closer to the girl and her mom. She screamed with agony and fear. I only thought of eating her and killing the mom, but that day was different. She had something that I feared for many centuries, and now I have seen it for myself. She had the amulet that can suppress my beastly side. For the first time I shed sweat of fear, and then I ran off. Not knowing it, I was being followed by that little girl.
She was still crying in fear, but she still followed me. Around her neck was the amulet, so I hasten my pace and started to go faster. She started to run faster. I don’t know why, but for some reason I stopped when she tripped. I continued on when she got back up, but instead of running I just walked, she finally kept up with me and tried to hand the amulet to me. Once I touch that amulet and put it on I can be human for all time. I was in a crossroad, should I change or stay the same. “Keep it for now.” that was all I could say to her at the time. She followed me back to my lair, and as soon as we got in my minions started to attack her. I screamed, “SHES OFF LIMITS!” so they did. “Fend for your own the next time kid” she just smiled and nodded yes. Time passes by and it seems that she have grown into a women. Without noticing it she became my daughter and my second in command of the pack. There was a problem looming inside the pack. Most of them deny her as a second command to the pack. The only way to solve it was to bite her, but I didn’t want it to be that way.
So out of leadership I asked her, “Do you want to become like the rest of us Feline?” She replied, “Father, if it’s a solution to the problem then I’ll become one just like you.” This was the first time that I shed a tear of happiness and it would be my last. At that night, the moon was full, so she quickly transform into the beastly form. She has a long way to go before she can keep her human form under the full moonlight. I let her loose into the world along with some of her controlled pack and one trusted friend of mine. A few weeks past and I finally received news about Feline. It seems that she’s a quick study and show progress of sustaining human at night. I soon got disturbing news later that day. My dear friend was killed during training Feline, and now she has been caught by one of my immortal enemy. The Vampires. I quickly got all of the packs back to the lair and planned the moves of attack. The new bread will lead the attack with some of the veterans in our struggle with the vampires. “Dracula must pay!” I scream with hatred in my voice.

The Battle

“The trip would take us about two days” one of the captains had said. “What should we do about the puppies of the pack?” “Leave them here along with some veterans who cannot fight anymore and a pack” as I said while thinking of a suitable plan of attack. The only way is to fight head on and attack the front, but that is suicide. With frustration, “Send out a scout pack, we’ll head out tomorrow, and today we prepare for death.” I went to my chambers after that; one of my generals followed after and asked me, “Why go rescue her while we know that its suicide to attack Dracula’s castle?” I struck him down nearly killing him, “Because she’s my fucking daughter!” he crawled his way out saying nothing, and now I’m down one wolf. Frustrated of what to do, I went ahead to meet up with the scouts, and leaving the control to the weaken general. “Any signs of their scouts?” I asked. “No sir, just dead air, but there was a few blood trails of unknown source” “It must be one the vampire that captured Feline.” I steadily say. “Lets continue our way there.”
We finally reached the castle unnoticed, and there were many vampires waiting in the shadows. “We’ll have to attack during the day. Go back to the lair and inform the general to spread the forces in to ten a pack. Now go!” I waited there with one scout left, waiting for the packs to come. They finally arrived in the night, and I was approached by the weaken general. “Sir, when do want to attack?” since we are both night creatures and strongest at that time, I had no clue of what to do. Full moon already pasted and won’t be back till a couple more weeks, I came to the conclusion that we must start the fight in the night and hopefully last long till dawn hits. “Get all of the packs ready, and surround the castle. In one hour we’ll attack the castle in full force. Kill anything that gets in our way.” The hour was slowly coming and most of us were anxious to start. I took two packs of werewolves with me. Slowly we creep under the night sky, one after the other we killed the guards in silence. We finally reach the gate. Inside you can hear them celebrating and screams of humans being food. We attacked.
They were surprised about the attack, and soon retaliate, but their forces were too small. I grab one and forced them to talk. “Where is Dracula?” That little bitch did nothing but laugh, and soon he laughed his way to hell. I shredded his whole body into mist of blood, and continued on going upstairs. The battle soon ensue more down stairs then where I was at, it seemed that we were surrounded. As soon as I reached the top, in the tower, I saw her there, my daughter lifelessly still. “Feline?” An eerie mist of green came creeping in from one of the corner, it was Dracula; I attack with all I got, before we can become whole, but that was not enough. I soon notice that his form was in full by the side of Feline. He showed me something horrific that broke me down. Feline has been bittern by him on the neck. I became enraged, and then soon notice that I fully transformed into my beastly self.
I went all out after Dracula, he only dodges my hit, but I got one good hit into his stomach, then it was his turn to get serious. Dark mist filled the room, “Illusion technique huh?” I quickly conjure up a few tricks that I haven’t used before, blood mist of the dead. With this I can pin point his position, and attack without hesitation. “Found you.” I was going to make my attack but then soon stopped by the cry of Feline. “Its illusion, that’s not Feline, is not her…” thinking to myself, trying to convince that it was all illusion, but it was not, she was really crying for my help. I ran to her and tried to untie the ropes that bound her to a column. She was still a werewolf, and not yet dead from the poisonous bite from Dracula. Then everything went wrong from this point of the fight. I was hit by one of Dracula’s deadly hits. I can barely move, coughing up blood. “How pitiful. The puppy is down.” I tried to grab him but his movements were too quick. I fainted.
The battle was still going on, I was not conscious at the time, it seemed that I lost the fight with Dracula, but my underlings won. I was awoken by one of the general, asking me questions, and I was still unable to hear him. “Sir what happen here? Where is Feline?” With a daze, I pointed to the column, but she was not there. I stood up quickly, and asked him the same question. “Where is Feline?” We might have won the battle for today, but I lost my daughter. Till this day I have no idea where she is, or if she is still alive.


The End

Reporter: That’s how you left things? You didn’t try to find her? (biting on the pen while asking the questions)

Were-king: I did search for her, but I can never get her scent. It has changed. Not one scent left of her. (goes to the window and looks outside)

Reporter: Well that’s the end of the interview. Thanks for sharing your stories with me. (packing her things into her suitcase) I’ll keep in contact and progress of the issued article.

Were-king: (hastily stands in front of the reporter) But I did find her (grabs the neck of the reporter) Now tell me where she is! Dracula!

Reporter: What? (with fear in her eyes) I don’t know what you are talking about? Let me go! (choking for air)

Were-king: I might not have the scent of my daughter but I can still remember your scent Dracula! (squeezing her throat tightly)

Reporter: (screaming) Father!

Were-king: Where is she Dracula! (ignoring the plea)

Reporter: It is me father, Feline. (gasping for air and struggling to pull free)

Were-king: Don’t try and trick me Dracula. I know that its' you Dracula! Now tell me where is my daughter!

Reporter: (with a smirk… changes into Dracula) Nicely done old friend. (gets free)

Were-king: Where is she? Where is my daughter?!?! (throw table aside)

Reporter/Dracula: Don’t worry old friend she’s safe. I’ve been taking care of her you know. We use to be good friends a long time ago.

Were-king: Give her back to me! (rushes at Dracula)

Reporter/Dracula: (dodges away letting him hit the wall instead) Calm down. I told you she’s in safe hands. But you know, she was tasty. (lick lips and smacks it)

Were-king: Mother F***er!!! (transform into full werewolf and attacks Dracula) You will never get away with this!

Dracula: Really? I think I already have dear old friend.
Were-king: I had this place surrounded by my clan werewolf; you can never get away. (attacks Dracula again)

Dracula: Not quite right there. (points out of the window) I got them already.

Were-king: (looks outside) No… no… (outside, defeat werewolf locked and bound while dead corpse of other werewolf surrounds them) NO!!! (attacks Dracula fiercely)

Dracula: (hits Dracula) You fool! (attacks were-king)

(battles between the two leaders of their respected kind continues to the end)

Were-king: (tiredly speaking) Where is she? Where is my daughter? (huff n puff)

Dracula: (tiredly speaking) I told you old friend, she is safe, and she is under my care.

Were-king: Where is she…? (collapse from too many wounds)

Dracula: I told you she’s okay… old friend… (collapse from wounds)

(24 hours later)

Were-king: (locked up) Where am I? Dracula! Where is she?!?! (struggling to get free)

Dracula: Calm down and be quiet! (next to Were-king)

Were-king: What the hell happen? You better not be joking around.

Dracula: I’m not. I was captured too.

Were-king: Who did it?

Dracula: Look in front of you

Were-king: (looks and with shock) Feline!

Feline: (waves and grin a frightful smile) Hello father…

THE END

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