Hayden D. Linder
"I didn't know it at the time. But I was about to find out how Jonah felt."
Katy Rayne
he was back again stealing from my home. This time I was going to teach him why they say to fear the deep
emmybear2
I never thought monsters where real. We learned about the monsters in Greek mythology. I thought it was just that a myth and story made up. I was about to discover that the world is more mysterious than we all realized.
rysaynys
Hello everyone! I'm new on Inkitt and I've decided to share my first werewolf story here! It's a precious one for me! Plus, there are so many awesome people here who share the same, extreme love for everything werewolf! So, my story is called "Selene", and it has greek mythological themes. I've also added some German lines, since the Alpha co-protagonist is from Germany. Though I think there is more to it, and I could certainly use some feedback and ideas on it.. I've done my best to write it
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as well as I can. and I've been extra careful with the grammar. Moreover, I decided to make it mature, but I've come up with a way for this story to fit all audiences. If you check it out you can tell me if it was the right thing to do! I love criticism, positive or negative, but as a writer, I always express my opinion in the best way possible. Kindness is the way to everything. That's it. Sorry for my long text, I appreciate you for reading this!
Lupus_Incidus
Hi everyone! I apologise for my disappearance; I know that's not good for a moderator. I'm a college student (UK) and so I've been incredibly busy, it's hard to find time to visit social medias like this. I'm going to do my best to catch up on what I missed and respond to things, but if I miss anything I apologise!!
- Gina
Shadowmaggot323
Hello, everybody!
Long time no see (like, at all, because, you know, online forum and all), but I am able to (somewhat) return! I have something big in the works for the entire pack to enjoy, but let us just say some weather-worn faces came to my door in a time in need. So... best I can do for now is give you a writing challenge. I do have something brewing, though.
Without further ado, since it fits the motif at the moment, I would like for you to describe the most
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terrifying and awesome storm you can. Let us see what kind of world-shakers you can conjure onto manuscript, what evocative invocations of nature you can manifest. What kind of emotions would go into it? Paint Nature in Her most beautiful and primal splendor, when She deserves the most respect for the power She truly holds.
:D Have fun!
PenumbraMINE
Black and white and echoed gray as lightning flashed and faded away. The vibration of thunder rattled the forest, in staccato booms. Creatures huddled against the cacophony and maelstrom. The breath of heaven twisted the trees, flailing limbs
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helpless against the vortex inhaling. Roaring, greater than any beast or mechanical creation of man, heralds the torrent cutting a new path. Tears of the sky filled a river on the move making its own way through the wind-lashed landscape. Wood groaned and shattered, resistance was futile as the storm drew a map of destruction in its wake. As the symphony of weather faded in the distance, the sound of dripping replaced the rushing of water and wind. Light glowing in the east summoned the song of birds but none sang, there were none left to sing.
Skullwriter1166
Hey guys I'm a writer who has decided to share my stories with the world, I figured what better place than a group that will accept my weird love for Werewolves! I recently finished my first novel, Death's Revenge and would love some feedback on it. It is a well read story but I know it could use some work and I just need some braves souls to tell me the areas where the work is required. I'm warning now it is a story meant for a mature audience as it is written in my slang, with violence, and
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containing descriptive sexual content. Please head on over and check out my story, do anyone that actually does so thank you so much!
shortii_lee
Hello Beautiful Writers And Readers, Just Wanted To Invite Every Single One Of You To Check Out My New Werewolf Book Called Alpha Eidan, Its My First Book Ever And I Would Very Much Appreciate It If You Gave Me Feedback On It. To Those Who Actually Do Check It Out Thank You! :) Fair Warning Though, Its Only Intended For Mature Audience Because It Contains Foul language and intimate scenes as well .
Hayden D. Linder
OK. This is the second time I have seen you post about your story and I still cannot see it posted on your page for us to read. Do you have a link?
Lupus_Incidus
shortii_lee Are you trolling? Because there is no story on your profile and the link just takes us to the Inkitt home page.
Gxbatista
Currently my book that is ongoing has introduced, vampires, witches, werewolves, and even demons. Developing their characters around legends has been difficult because I didn't want to make it "common" but I did not want my characters to "sparkle"- writing character plots and explaining everyone's personality while trying to make them violent, but also relatable to the audience has been the most challenging. How can you relate to a werewolf? Also, are vampire romances outdated?
Tiasshy
My primary style right now is paranormal romance and for me its very easy. I go into old legends, old pagan stuff to find my inspiration. But relating to a werewolf should be easy. Its all about teenager angst and change that happens wheter you want
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it or not. Its excatly the same. At least thats how I see it. I do not think they are outdated if you give it a new spin. Romances have been in existance for as long as there are books. ^^
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Hayden D. Linder
Hayden D. Linder
",,,but also relatable to the audience has been the most challenging." I find that if you just write the story, Most of that stuff just falls into place. Just relax and write it. As for romance and vampires? That's been standard since Stoker
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invented the damn genre. As long as it fits in your story it should fine.
Shadowmaggot323
I was thoroughly impressed with the reception the last challenge had. There's a lot of fire to be flung around with plenty of others to mend. :) This week's challenge, I would like you to describe, in flowing, yet intricate, detail, the perfect dragon in your opinion. Does it have wings, or does it glide through the skies on rippling scale? Does it have scale, or maybe it's more fur or a smooth exterior? Does it breathe fire, lightning, miasma, or maybe its breath can cure disease, stem
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ailments? Does it have one head, two, five? Can it regenerate heads a la hydra? What is its overall physical appearance? Does it have a long, lashing tail, or maybe it's a stubby. Does it have two legs, no legs, or even more. I would like to see your dragon in a task it would be most at home doing, whether it be simply basking in the sun or terrorizing a hamlet.
As usual, have fun. :D
Shadowmaggot323
The forest. Balance of order and chaos, of young and old
and life and death. Trees, ancient, stand tall, stalwart
sentinels for those that inhabit its dark depths. Nature
is both beautilful and ugly.
Beauty, and beast.
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The timbers groaned as dust billowed through the undergrowth.
Insect and behemoth both raced to get away, closer to the
edges, as far away as they could from the crag rising in their
center. Steam hissed, crackling on roots unearthed after so
long, attached to the dragon in their slumber. The world, itself,
seemed to ripple under their yawn, their black, scaly hide hidden
under decades, centuries of time, itself. Bones peeked out,
rusted weapons, metal of a bygone age left to hang as if
a cloak, their mantle of...
Failure.
It managed to free one of its arms, the six nails coated
in diamond, still curled around the husk of its ally, the
one that hoped he could bring peace before it was too late.
But it was too late. The inevitable was as it was, and now
their ally was little more than a fossil, crumpling away
in the fresh air.
They turns their attention, their six, compund eyes to the sky,
and what remained of the forest groaned, creaking, their
roots clinging dearly as they inhaled only to be blown away
by their shriek, rippling from their jagged maw. The sound
was intimidating in how it exploded on the senses, but one
was not left with terror but agony, as if the dragon's heart
was rending at the world, itself. It echoed off the
mountains around, raced off with the wind.
But no answer would come.
The dragon growled, their head sunken, the long, pearlescent
frills along its back pale. They knew there wouldn't be an
answer. They knew, after what happened, there would be almost
no hope, but there was still a sliver. There's always a sliver...
They shook their head, and their growl became like thunder.
The world trembled under its claws as it took a step forth,
and the earth split once more, allowing its long, taper tail
to loose from the bedrock it had dwelled on for so long.
There had to be someone, something else out, and they would
find it, even if they spent the rest of their life searching.
And so the birds settled on the trees still clinging to its
back. The rodents, insects, and wildlife returned to the
balance they once had. Just a bit... shakier than before.
After all, the forest is the pinnacle of nature in movement.
Of chaos and order. Life and death... Beauty and beast.
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Hayden D. Linder
Shaye Forest
PenumbraMINE
PenumbraMINE
I looked out through my wolf’s eyes and saw the biggest, blackest wolf I had ever seen. It was just sitting there by the water's edge. He turned his head to look at us. His eyes were dark, colorless and they went on forever and yet read my soul in a
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moment. I had to look away, his power terrified me. My wolf was laying down respectfully. There was a rustle of fur and Leong’s skin was standing in front of me.
"You do not need to fear me, Victoria. We would never hurt you." His voice sounds deeper, more powerful and I have the strong sense I am finally seeing the true wolf. His face remains passive, almost expressionless. His eyes are dark, endless; like doorways into another world, a world I want to go to. He seemed taller, stronger.
I shift into my skin because I believe him. I notice his tattoos moving again, pulsing like they are alive, and have their own heartbeat. I can feel burning heat radiating off his body like he is on fire. My wolf whimpers in fear and longing. He is not a normal wolf.
"I could claim you, it will barely cause you a single tear. With my wolf, comes the power to sever the moon's bond. To spare one mate the pain of the other's loss. I love you but I know you won’t leave your parent’s pack and I need to return to home.” He rests his hand over my stomach where I know our child is growing, “Take care of him."
“Or her,” I grin up at him despite the tears burning in my eyes.
He smiles slightly, fondly remembering something, then his blank expression returns, “I am leaving at sunset and I wanted to speak with you alone first. Show you my secret. My cousin seeks to overthrow me and take my spirit for himself, but it would pass to my son, to our son. Behold.” He took his hand away and I gasp at the dragon tattoo now circling my hips, it looks just like the one that is draped over his shoulder. “I love you, Toria.”
He steals one last kiss that leaves me breathless, I swear my first exhale was as he walked away was smoke. He turns away and his tattooed statue is replaced with fur and fang faster than I can blink. His giant wolf's head looks at me for a moment, it seems to stretch into something more. His body becomes longer like his tattoo. Scales like onyx chevrons appear replacing most of his fur. His wolf’s head changes into something more fearsome with ivory fangs as tall as I am. I am not afraid when he breathes black flames around me. Leong’s dragon bounds off across the surface of the lake like it is an illusion, like a wet highway shimmering after a storm. His massive paws and ebony talons barely make a ripple in the surface. Then He is gone, just gone like a mirage. I stand there frozen in place as a dry lightning storm rolls in from the east, massive churning, clouds that would bring tornadoes and death anywhere else just rolls over and away from my pack’s territory in the wrong direction for weather in this part of the country. I watched the storm catching up to the setting sun and I know he is gone. I also know for certain my wolf was right, he is more than a wolf, he is a dragon.
Hayden D. Linder
OK.So this is in response to a challenge Lycana made in regards to the following article.
https://www.buzzfeed.com/tomvellner/the-werewolf-trials?utm_term=.qfQ0WGozK#.ac3YrlW51
She asked if anyone would make a short story or even novel based on some of the Werewolf trials of the middle ages. Being the brown noser I am. I said I’d do it. Now, Lycana. First off. I hope you like what I did here. Second, I did want to say thank you. This was one of the easiest stories I have ever
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written. For whatever reason the thing just flowed together.
This is a short story of about 16 pages in length. I have never written this sort of werewolfey story before. I usually stick to SciFi and Fantasy. So I expect a good deal of criticism. It’s OK. You won’t say anything to me my wife hasn’t said. So critiques are expected. But be prepared to discuss them.
And now, without further ado. I give you “Blood. sweat and Lycanthropy.”
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1zU0be0mY73KuXZRc1r9mPyQUlm86uI9U
WolfAlice
I just wanted to say, I read your story and I absolutely loved the twist at the end!
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Lycana
Hayden D. Linder
PenumbraMINE
Lycana
I am so glad you took up my challenge because this is truly excellent work. I love how you build the atmosphere, how there are several twists as you read and the story is truly unpredictable. The ending is so satisfying! You give such an interesting
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answer to the question where werewolves come from as well. The only thing I would change is the very short sentences. You have far too many full stops, which gives the story a bit of a choppy quality. But other than that, I loved this! What a truly enjoyable read. The way you explored mob mentality, political corruption is absolutely on point!
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Hayden D. Linder
PenumbraMINE
Lycana
Shadowmaggot323 - what do you think? I have a feeling you might really like this...
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Lisa F
Hayden D. Linder
PenumbraMINE
Lisa F
I really like this story as well. You should post it to your Inkitt profile, Hayden D. Linder :)
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Hayden D. Linder
PenumbraMINE
Hayden D. Linder
WoooooHoooo! Man I was sure you guys were gonna hate it. @Lycana "The only thing I would change is the very short sentences. You have far too many full stops," So I use a software for editing because My grammar SUCKS. But it kind of leans you towards
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short sentences. Normally a good thing for me as I'm inclined to drone on a bit. I'll try to keep a closer eye on it and see if I can't cut out the chopi-ness in future work. And I am very happy you all loved it. I was afraid it wouldn't liver up to what Lycana was hoping for.:)
Shadowmaggot323
I have a writing challenge for you: magic comes in many forms. There are some that believe you must speak/chant the spell to use it. There are those that believe it runs on raw emotion. Below, I would like for you to try to create a vivid scene of one using magic, depending on your own preferred tastes, from its conception, to its method, and, finally, to the outcome.
For instance, if you are using, say, fire, I want to see it on the caster. I want to see its heat as it rises, whether
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by incantation or simply surging to their hands, making them burn brighter with each growling breath. I want to see the environment, the metal around start to glow, the air haze from the heat, water boil and steam and even grass start to hiss and curl. What is it being aimed at? What is the focus? I want to see their potential reaction, their fear to the shift or maybe their expectation, leading to the climax of it.
:D Have fun!
Hadley Swiss
I concentrated, breathing in and out for a few seconds until that familiar, warm - peaceful feeling oozed into my chest. My hair began to glow, raising up from my nape as if it had been filled with static electricity. My hands warmed up. My eyes must
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have glowed, because the beggar in front of me had wide eyes filled with fear. "What are you doing?" he stammered.
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Katy Rayne
PenumbraMINE
Hadley Swiss
I never replied. Instead, I held out my hand, touching a finger to his shoulder. Slowly, his face transformed. I could feel my energy roving down his skin, down towards his heart. "You're feeling love," I told him. "Never give up hope. You are not
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useless. You used to be good at something - use that skill to find yourself a job. Have hope. But don't beat yourself up about being vulnerable, okay?" And I took a step back, watching as the beggar's face morphed from a vulgar expression to a smile of pure joy. I left him there, watching the sky in wonder.
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Shadowmaggot323
Hayden D. Linder
Katy Rayne
PenumbraMINE
Katy Rayne
He hovered over me a smug smile on his chizzled face as he held the chains that would take my freedom away. The anger inside my bubbled to breaking point, i could hear the air around me hissing. The sweat on my skin boiled, it was painful but i was
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beyond caring. He looked uncomfortable himself i saw him start to sweat good he had betrayed me. The pain in my heart was beyond words worse than any heartburn i could of experensed. My blood seemed to be turning thick, i could feel every thump of my heart. It was slowing which made little sense to me. I looked him straight in the eyes his smug look turned to that of shock. His eyes went down to my hands as if he couldnt belive what he was seeing. I had to look they felt like they were on fire. I risked a glance away from him, my hands were letting off a purple glow. "You, you cant be!" He manages to bubble out like the idiot i now know he is. I take a deep breath trying to ease my anger but he makes a mistake he takes a step towards me. This time im going to fight. .......... sorry not very good just woke up and wrote on my phone as no computer at moment
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Shadowmaggot323
PenumbraMINE
Lycana
Tiasshy
I was told there should be no emotions in magic. It makes it powerful yes, but unstable. And yet how can I deny the rage in me. How can I not use it as fuel to destroy all those who oppose me. I felt it coming from my heart as fire. It flowed through
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my veins toward the end of my palms, it went to the soles of my feet, it made my head feel light. It was painful and yet there was relief in the pain. It was then, when I finally saw them. They who murdered my family. They had me in shackles, not knowing who I was. I laughed as only a villain would. Magic flowed trough every pore in my body. It felt as dam finally giving way. People stared and screamed as light poured out of my body killing all who looked at me. In the end I was spent. I used all my magic. Truly magic is more powerful when you are emotional. And you have no control over it. It matters not. They are all dead. I do not need magic anymore. I found key among the bodies. And a living child. I learned the lessons my enemies wanted me to learn. When you want to kill an enemy, kill them all. Left no child alive. And yet, there was no magic left inside. There was only shackles inmy hand. But a witch has to do, what a witch has to do.
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Shadowmaggot323
Katy Rayne
Lycana
PenumbraMINE
Shadowmaggot323
It's okay, Katy. It's a start, and it was evocative. That's what I was hoping for. :) Liked the story woven through Tiasshy's, as well, and could see it potentially becoming a full tale. Hadley rocking the white magic, a nice change of pace.
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Katy Rayne
PenumbraMINE
Hayden D. Linder
Dang it! "Love" was what came to mind when I read this challenge but Hadley beat me to it. And a very fine job of it too. So instead... The old monk
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didn't have enemies. That he knew of. He had dedicated his life to peace and joy. But sometimes your friend's enemies are your enemies. Which would explain why he was accosted in an alley on his way home this night. The first mugger lunged at him with a knife.. The monk had no time to think. He instinctively stuck out his hand and wanted the man to stop. He felt nothing as it happened. The mugger felt everything. The raw emotion of shock popped him across the alley and into the brick wall with a sickening "crunch."
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Hadley Swiss
Katy Rayne
PenumbraMINE
Lycana
PenumbraMINE
Fleur stood in the snow in front of the gates of the Winter Castle, letting the enemy come to her. She could feel the dark ones like a blight in the vibrant life-glow of the forest. In her heart she apologized to the forest for what she was about to
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do. Her heart cried out against her will, but she would do what must she done. Holding out her hand she used her power as an oracle, but instead of drawing the suffering from another soul, she siphoned off their dark magic. It rushed toward her in translucent black tendrils as she inhaled the shadows. The nails on her clawed hand turned black first as the cold crept through her veins. The faded scars left when the shadowed ones had tortured her before turned inky on her pale skin. So cold.... her eyelids fluttered as the dark magic gave her sight beyond her blind eyes. Ashen tears made tracks down her cheeks as she looked down to watch the darkness creeping down her white braid until the whole was as black as a raven's wing. She breathed out, Crystalline white clouds formed from her lips, far colder than the mountain air. Her gray-scale sight fell on the ancient lightning sword she held and the molten feelings of betrayal warred against her glacial heart from the words "Kaleth, Son of Adamos." She had loved him with every part of her soul but she knew now that he had never loved her. His father's words had done more to destroy her than any enemy, "An Oracle's light is powered by love, She will believe Kaleth loves, he will do his duty." His duty... his love... it was all gone... it was all a lie. But she would do her duty and defend those she had promised to protect, she would show them all that a dark oracle could be powerful too, that hatred could be just as strong as love. Stepping forward, black lightning surged from the blade and the frigid temperature of the air dropped to arctic. Blood drops froze before they fell to the ground as she slayed the warriors and mages of Baalru.
Behind her on the wall of the castle, young King Karstien, firstborn of Lord Kaleth, breathed out in horror. "By the Light, what have we done?"
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Tiasshy
Shadowmaggot323
Hadley Swiss
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