<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762194238257327439</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:02:23.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Werewolf Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is based on my rather miscellaneous adventures as a werewolf. Please feel free to indulge in my descriptive writings, as this will be fun. Enjoy yourselves... (All of the stories posted on here are COPYRIGHTED under my name! 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I had many things to do. Happy St. Patrick's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762194238257327439-554332552182471746?l=werewolfstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/feeds/554332552182471746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-backfor-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/554332552182471746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/554332552182471746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-backfor-now.html' title='I&apos;m back...for now'/><author><name>Motown Werewolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01324668020458305642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojmMD97599A/SyKI6IRi5JI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JGqJ5120BD8/S220/werewolf-city.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762194238257327439.post-1443839349060964329</id><published>2010-01-04T13:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:22:39.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Homecoming Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>I saw my girlfriend on my couch copulating with another vampire. I looked at Glynn, and he was slowly backing away; he was smart to do so. I had to clear my throat in order for them to notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both sat up and stared at me. Then, they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my girlfriend left me for him. I didn't care; at least I could live amongst my fellow lycans in peace. Glynn moved in with me because he had nowhere else to go. It was a good deed and I was really glad to have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a good friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762194238257327439-1443839349060964329?l=werewolfstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1443839349060964329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/homecoming-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/1443839349060964329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/1443839349060964329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/homecoming-pt-2.html' title='The Homecoming Pt. 2'/><author><name>Motown Werewolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01324668020458305642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojmMD97599A/SyKI6IRi5JI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JGqJ5120BD8/S220/werewolf-city.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762194238257327439.post-6160273811712349499</id><published>2009-12-16T12:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:11:20.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Homecoming Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>The word finally came. Darius got us a pardoned, with a little help from the werewolf community. It was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a black GMC Suburban outside waiting on us. Glynn and I looked at each other and smiled. We got in without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only read the letter up to the part that said we were pardoned. It also stated that my position was reinstated to me and Darius would serve beside me as a FMG as well, so I'm sure he was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think it'll be the same for us?" Glynn asked. "I'm not sure," I responded with open honesty, "Darius said that it &lt;em&gt;would &lt;/em&gt;be." I was hoping that it would be. Even though I was away from home around a month or two, I'm she my girlfriend wouldn't forget me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;em&gt;would &lt;/em&gt;she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    ___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours' ride and we were home. I felt unwelcome, though. The seemed to be a presence in the house that would've brought any emotionally unstable person to their knees. I wasn't vexed by this, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost never vexed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had a key because it was still my house. I slowly unlocked the door and went in. Once I was in, there was a nasty surprise waiting on me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762194238257327439-6160273811712349499?l=werewolfstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6160273811712349499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/homecoming-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/6160273811712349499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/6160273811712349499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/homecoming-pt-1.html' title='The Homecoming Pt. 1'/><author><name>Motown Werewolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01324668020458305642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojmMD97599A/SyKI6IRi5JI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JGqJ5120BD8/S220/werewolf-city.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762194238257327439.post-4746164932823964837</id><published>2009-12-15T13:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:30:49.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Struggle</title><content type='html'>Living in prison is one thing. Learning to make the most of those grim days is another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living with my long time friend, Glynn, for a while in a concentration camp. We found each other the first night. Unfortunately, my friend Tyrone was killed, but my half sister Dana and her friend Joyce fled. Glynn was caught and brought here a few days prior to my capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look," he'd say, "There is a possibility that they could be caught, maybe even killed." He angered me with this, and I cursed him heavily for it. I realized that he was just trying to be realistic, and, maybe even, a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that came from Glynn's mouth struck fear in my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in for doing something that was defined as "bad." My successor, Darius Shakur, tried to get me and Glynn pardoned. Word didn't come for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was no longer a Full Moon General, but many of my fellow werewolves from around the globe held me very high in honor. I appreciated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It shouldn't be long now," Glynn would always say, pumping himself up with false optimism, "We'll be out soon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Poor sucker...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762194238257327439-4746164932823964837?l=werewolfstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4746164932823964837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/struggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/4746164932823964837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/4746164932823964837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/struggle.html' title='The Struggle'/><author><name>Motown Werewolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01324668020458305642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojmMD97599A/SyKI6IRi5JI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JGqJ5120BD8/S220/werewolf-city.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762194238257327439.post-3424547610214043973</id><published>2009-12-14T13:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:42:32.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inmates</title><content type='html'>I don't know how it happened. How did they find out? Someone leaked my secret. I should have caught it earlier. I could have caught it earlier. There was too much going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Allegiance found out about me and my girlfriend, who is a vampire. They immediately sent troops, my troops, in to retrieve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken to a concentration camp. This one was not like the ones the Germans used against Jews and Gypsies, but was made especially for werewolves; you can use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got into my holding area, I quickly found out I was not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What're you in for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice sounded familiar. It sounded like Glynn, one of my best friends and a fellow werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're Glynn, arent you?" I asked softly. He chuckled to himself. "No one has called me that in years. No one except for--."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned around and stared at me in shock with his brown, dilated eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held each other in a tight embrace. After a few minutes, we let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's it goin', man?" I asked, still happy about seeing him again. "I've been better," he responded morosely, "They threw me in here for suspected treason. What are you in here for?" He knew this answer already. "I'm here for association with a vampire, both sexual and mutual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're lucky they didn't execute you on the spot," he said in a surprised manner, "That's only because you're a Full Moon General."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored this. "What happened to everyone else?" I asked, changing the subject. "Well...Tyrone was killed trying to save us. They caught me, and Joyce and Dana got away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saddened by Tyrone's death. That guy had been my friend since 6th grade. We've had countless memories together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to work together to get through this," Glynn said. I agreed. Teamwork always helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay on my cot and went to sleep. It wasn't good, but it got me through the night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762194238257327439-3424547610214043973?l=werewolfstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/3424547610214043973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/3424547610214043973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/inmates.html' title='Inmates'/><author><name>Motown Werewolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01324668020458305642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojmMD97599A/SyKI6IRi5JI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JGqJ5120BD8/S220/werewolf-city.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762194238257327439.post-3471234269737345399</id><published>2009-12-11T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:45:44.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sad Truth</title><content type='html'>There is an uncertain meaning when it comes to right or wrong. What is "right?" Is it when we do good actions or deeds? What is "wrong?" Does that mean when you do something that's defined as "bad?" If that's so, then I'm confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a werewolf and my girlfriend is a vampire. There is an uncertain mix between us. We were thinking of having kids very soon. I know that I cannot control myself around her, and that she has the same problem. What the hell am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once taught that having contact with a vampire was wrong. I was taught that copulating with a vampire is wrong and is punishable by death. I was always a rebel. It doesn't matter who said what. The only one I listen to is God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had faith in the Werewolf Allegiance. I hated to see myself break away from them; they were my friends, and still are. My relationship with a vampire breaks their code. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there would be a matter of whose side am I on, I would have to stand by my girlfriend. "He turned against us," they would say. No hard feelings against them. I had just become a Full Moon General; I didn't want to embarrass myself. I love her, though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do about this? They will hunt me if they found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them hunt me then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762194238257327439-3471234269737345399?l=werewolfstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3471234269737345399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-truth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/3471234269737345399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/3471234269737345399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-truth.html' title='The Sad Truth'/><author><name>Motown Werewolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01324668020458305642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojmMD97599A/SyKI6IRi5JI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JGqJ5120BD8/S220/werewolf-city.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762194238257327439.post-1360153867459004250</id><published>2009-12-11T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:09:58.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New News</title><content type='html'>I just started this because of my book. I hope everyone likes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762194238257327439-1360153867459004250?l=werewolfstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1360153867459004250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/1360153867459004250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762194238257327439/posts/default/1360153867459004250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://werewolfstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-news.html' title='New News'/><author><name>Motown Werewolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01324668020458305642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojmMD97599A/SyKI6IRi5JI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JGqJ5120BD8/S220/werewolf-city.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
