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(Each chapter is a stand-alone perspective from a different player)

A group of players is selected by the dread God Falanor to play a game.  Reborn as villagers whose sole purpose is to build, survive, thrive, and defeat the Werewolf among them.  

For one of them is a wolf, though none know till nightfall when he transforms and takes his cursed form.  With the day he turns to his human form, weak, and vulnerable. 

They are given one command, one sole purpose, to build, to hunt, to thrive, and to survive.  To either hunt the Wolf, or hunt men. 

This is their story.

Perhaps Hao Ren's understanding about the world was limited, especially about these ascetics. It seemed that Big Beardy's casual method of finding a way was not much of a problem for others. After he had decided the direction, the old werewolf did not even look at it, just nodded and followed them.
This underground world was large. The big cavern behind them was just a small part of it. Hao Ren let the data terminal scan the nearby terrain, and found that there were several places in the distance that looked like the underground pit in the cavern behind them. And these pits were connected by intricate caves. If there had not been anyone like Big Beardy to lead the way, the average person would have probably been trapped, and died there. After seeing the image sent from radar in his mind, Hao Ren had an indescribable awe of the underground cavern system. He dared not imagine how the founder of the Disciples of Glory of 3,000 years ago found the earliest ancestor of life and the succession of the goddess in this sacred cavern. Without some kind of guidance, it was hard to believe that one could explore the underworld with pure luck.
The cave was long and tortuous, and the road was rugged. The irregular stone walls were intermittently scattered with the wonderful luminescent material that illuminated the road and made the atmosphere seemed extremely eerie. Fortunately, the cave was wide. Walking in the cave did not let them feel oppressive. Otherwise, staying in this kind of stuffy environment for a long time would affect their mood.
Lily walked beside Hao Ren. As she walked, she gathered some beautiful rocks around her and stuffed them into Hao Ren's hands, asking Hao Ren to keep them in his dimensional pocket to bring them back to fill her treasure chest. At the same time, she dug some glowing powder from the wall along the way and rubbed it with her fingers to examine it. "It looks like a glowing fungus, not a mineral…"
 "Beware of fungal infections." Hao Ren said and stayed away from the powder. He did not really know anything about fungi, but that made him feel uncomfortable when he heard it was a fungus.
 "These fungi should be harmless." Vivian was not worried about it. She released a small bat and let it chew some of the powder on the stone walls before making this judgment. This kind of testing method was really a test of creativity. At the same time, she also released a lot of small bats to check the intersections along the way and seemed like they found something. "There should be some cracks that connect to the ground. The air here is slightly circulating, and there is water seeping through those cracks."
 "There are fewer young mercenaries like you guys now." Elson, the old werewolf, was quiet all the way, suddenly interrupted and said. "Back then, there was no difference between the mercenary and the adventurer, and there was not much rule or organization. Many people were brave enough to go around, to the ruins or crypt. They either brought back lots of treasures or died in it. The men were savage, but they sought the thrill and did not afraid of anything. The mercenaries now... Well, they made a lot of rules for no reason, and they found a lot of decent organizations and taking errands. How can you call that a mercenary? It's rare to have young people as full of curiosity and boldness as you are."
It seemed that this expedition in the cavern reminded the old werewolf of some of his experiences when he was young. Elson continued to talk to them and compared the 'mercenaries back then' with the mercenaries now. Lily was quite curious when listening to his story and asked, "You were a mercenary too?"
Elson smiled, exposing his sharp werewolf fangs and said, "That was hundreds of years ago. At that time, I was living near the grassland with Ophra. There were no distinctions between mercenaries and adventurers at the time. Those who trained themselves were adventures, and those who were being paid were mercenaries. We used to get into this kind of cavern. Now I look at you and I think of my old times. I'm old, might be a little talkative, hope you don't mind."
Hao Ren heard it and immediately stunned. He knew the story of Marshal Ophra who used to be a mercenary hundreds of years ago. He also heard the story about the Prince of Holletta, Prince Geddon III, recruited Ophra in a small border town. These ancient stories were commonly circulated among current mercenaries like a legend, and Becky was familiar with them. But he did not expect that the old werewolf who looked just like Ophra's sidekick was a witness to that story!
If so, as Ophra's teammate, Elson, the werewolf should also be a resounding legendary hero, at least he also served the kingdom for hundreds of years, but Hao Ren did not remember having heard the legend of this man.
 "Haha, I don't like to be in the spotlight," Elson understood Hao Ren was surprised and explained, "and I wasn't as strong as Ophra. She was an ancient descendant. She achieved the status today entirely with her ability. And I just happened to know her and live longer. Plus you're from the north, it's normal that you never heard of me."
 "I've heard of you!" Becky suddenly reacted with excitement. "So you are the Grey Wolf General! The most valiant general under Lord Ophra! But-But, I didn't expect you to be like this... I thought..."
 "Thought what? You thought the general was supposed to be an old warlord in an armor suit, checking the unit with a straight face all day long?" The old werewolf laughed, seemed to think that this young lady was very interesting. "This is the way I am. When I was with Ophra hundreds of years ago, I told Geddon that I couldn't stand their rules."
 "Oh," said Becky and thought no wonder this old werewolf looked like a groom in the barracks. He was actually a real master who kept a low profile in most situations.
Elson took this opportunity to chat with Becky and Hao Ren, asked about the situation of this 'No Good names Left' mercenary corps. His reason was: as a veteran mercenary who had retired for many years, he was curious and had a lot of things to ask when he saw his younger colleagues.
When they passed a fork in the road, Elson and Becky finished the conversation. Hao Ren quietly dragged Becky aside and whispered to her, "Is this Elson very famous? I've never heard of him before!"
"The most valiant general of the kingdom, the Grey Wolf General," said Becky with a thrill on her face. Apparently, she would get excited by anything related to Ophra, including the old werewolf. "He is the best valiant general of Ophra. He is very low-key, does not live in the general mansion, but in the barracks. Some people say he is mysterious because he almost never appears on any formal occasions. He only occasionally appeared as a sidekick of Lord Ophra. By the way, his full name is Elson Ebben. You'd better remember it to avoid being seen as ignorant."
"Oh..." Hao Ren nodded and suddenly realised something and said, "Wait a minute! Ebben?!"
His voice was a little loud. The old werewolf in front of him smiled and glanced at him and asked, "Yes? My family name is strange?"
Hao Ren calmed down and thought it had to be just a coincidence. "Oh, nothing. It's probably just a coincidence, but I know a couple of Ebben werewolves too."
Elson heard this, paused his footsteps and asked, "Another Ebben werewolf? I'm the last Ebben in the world! Where is it that you know other Ebbens?"
Hao Ren was surprised. "Wait... You say in this world... You're the only werewolf with the surname 'Ebben' in this world? Is there no other Ebben werewolf in this world?"
"The werewolf family strictly follows the rules of the Blood Clan. Even in their own marriage, they will ensure that the family name is never mixed. There would be no werewolf using someone else's family name, and the patriarch of the werewolf clan will know the situation of other family names very well. This is the root of our society," Elson Ebben's eyes looked a little bit sharp and said, "I can be sure that there won't be a second werewolf with the Ebben surname in this world. There's only one family name for each family, and I'm the last member of the Ebbens!"
Hao Ren did not know how to explain. Luckily, Vivian responded quickly. She made up an excuse and said, "Oh, he was mistaken, not someone with the surname Ebben, but that person was called Ebben…"
 "Oh," Elson Ebben said. He did not seem to doubt the story.
Becky looked at them, feeling confused. She whispered to Hao Ren, "Wait a minute, what's wrong with 'Ebben'?
Becky was not clear of the situation on Earth. She had never met the werewolves on Earth.
Hao Ren smiled and said, "I found someone a relative in another world!"
Since every werewolf family had only one surname, the Ebben Family on Earth and this old werewolf were absolutely relatives!
But this matter was not in Hao Ren's work schedule for the time being. He just took it as an unexpected episode, silently keeping it in his mind. He then continued to focus on his journey.
They finally reached the end of the long cave. In front of them was a large karst cave. However, when Lily just went and had a quick look at it, she cried in fear, "Ahhhhh—it's all tentacles!"


As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
His life only became more chaotic when he receives a labor contract from “God”. Discover the many races, myths and worlds that lie beyond what humans define as normal! This bizzare fantasy full of fun is sure to bring you on a crazy rollercoaster of emotions!

"Werewolves".
According to mythology they are legendary beings that change into a kind of lycanthropic form during full moon nights, having to wait until dawn to return to normal. In some versions they have control of their spirit in modified form and in some versions they don't.
Both versions have a piece of truth behind, however both have a certain degree of distortion compared to reality.
The cause of the existence of these beings among us is unknown. The main theory is that they are a hybrid race, product of the crossing of a normal human and some other species. In the general consensus such abomination must have occurred at some point in history and then this race continues to breed to the present day. This theory has the real basis that when werewolves marry humans and have children, the children also present a certain degree of paranormalism.
The first point where the legend and facts diverge is that werewolves don't necessarily look like wolves during their transformation. This belief probably comes from an episode where they witnessed a transformation and only this particular one was as described. However we, who work in the special cases division, know that a 'werewolf' can transform into anything during a certain period of the month. Some take the form of wolves, others take the form of other known creatures, others take forms we never imagined exist, forms that in no way do justice to the 'wolf' in the word werewolf. The form taken depends on each particular one.
However, this different form from the human form assumed in a particular period of the month is only the same for each person, that is, for each werewolf. The same werewolf cannot change into two different non-human forms. And this is especially good for the department, because we can identify werewolves from their transformed form as well as from the original. One can identify the appearance of a werewolf in its transformed state and one can identify it in its human state, just as one can identify a normal human being.
Unfortunately, if one doesn't know beforehand that a human being is a werewolf, one can hardly verify that it is. By hardly I mean impossible. The only way is to lock it in a room for a month and wait to see if it turns or not, which is not a viable way. The condition isn't detected by blood tests, x-rays or anything like that. As long as it's not transformed, a werewolf is a physically normal human being.
The second point where legend and reality diverge is that werewolves turn during the full moon. I believe this detail must have been introduced into the legend by mere coincidence. Someone witnessed a transformation during a full moon night and must have associated the facts to make their legend sound more 'poetic...' Basically that.
The truth is that the season also varies from person to person, or rather: from werewolf to werewolf. They necessarily transform once a month or so, but each one has its time to transform. If everyone transformed in the same timespan that would be the armageddon.
Thus this detail is similar to the woman's pms: it occurs once a month and each one has it in its own time.
Needless to say, when on its transformed version a werewolf is intensely physically stronger than the average human being. This can be guessed not only by analogy with the legend, but because this is one of the ten races highlighted by the SAD criteria, so one can imagine that it is a dangerous race.
But one fact that goes unnoticed is that even in its human form, the werewolf is also stronger than the typical human being. Physically stronger and with sharper basic instincts such as speed, smell, sight... And the ductu. All the important characteristics found in the other ten races can also somehow be found in the werewolf. They don't have erectism, but they do have a kind of healing: every month, during the time of transformation, they have all the wounds regenerated before and during the transformation. More than that, every wound caused to a werewolf while it is transformed is basically soon regenerated, it is a characteristic that is part of the process of mutation.
This means... They have a kind of monthly sane and their strength is almost always superior to that of ordinary humans, reaching its peak closest to the period of transformation. So a werewolf in its normal human form is comparable to an altered human being.
In order to beat a werewolf it's enough to wound it mortally, but as I said: of course, the best time to do this is far from the period of its transformation. Just as near the time of transformation its body is healthier and it takes less time to regenerate from suffered attacks, the further away from the period of transformation (that is, fifteen days after one and fifteen days before the next) the easier it is to defeat a werewolf.
Speaking of werewolves, after Saturday's shift, there was a rumor that a werewolf had attacked another person. It was Jabes, from the drug division, i.e. the DEA, who broke the news. He was in front of the building talking to Joey and when I got there he was leaving, so I didn't hear directly from him.
But it makes no difference, because Jabes didn't hear it directly from Hank either.
And not even Hank heard directly from anyone trustworthy anyway, because although he was in the homicide division, the incident didn't end in death so this was outside his jurisdiction.
Either way... Joey was telling me about it after Jabes left:
"Looks like it broke into the house through the back door, then went in, made a mess in the kitchen and came out. In the version he heard nobody was hurt, and in the version he heard from the press, the owner of the house was attacked. In both versions it knocked everything down from the kitchen and broke the door in."
"Wait... The version he heard from the press? They're not gonna publish this werewolf story, are they?"
"No... I mean... Yes and no. It's a newspaper of questionable reputation that publishes theories about ufos and the sort. They were the first to come out about it. Obviously we're silencing the most important jounals."
The relief ran down my spine when I leaned back in that pub chair. It'd be an even bigger problem if the press decided to release stories about paranormal beings under investigation.
We were at Marina's having a beer after the shift. It was just me and Joey. We went there because it was raining a little, so we went in. It had already stopped raining, but now we were at the important part of the conversation.
"When was the last time the press got into a case we worked on? Last year? The one before?"
"June 6th last year, Lieutenant. There was the suspicion that Chancellor was in Sproustown."
"Oh, yeah! That time was a disaster!" Chancellor was the codename of a mysterious character famous in the mob world. He's a big shot related to the worldwide Deluxes trafficking. Ironically, when it all ended, we found out he wasn't even involved in that case to begin with...
I hit my ashes in the ashtray and took another sip of my wine.
"But at least that time there was only one case. Now it's all happening at the same time, which indicates that everything is connected... First the long-haired guy we saw at the Johnson house runs away... Then those three masked guys break into the office and take the invitation... Then a serial killer comes along, bites people in the back, kills Sanford and Gerald and is still at loose... And now this werewolf case."
"You forgot about the case of the poison sent to Emma."
"Uh? But hadn't you decided yourself that Galloway sent it?"
I had implied, yes, that Chapman's friend was related to that robbery case. At first I must admit it was just a hunch, since the chocolate having been sent by her boyfriend was what made most sense. Then this little suspicion gained a little more credibility as I stopped to think about it: Emma was the only one to saw the three guys responsible for the SAD robbery on Monday, and right after that she receives a poisoned chocolate. The most likely hypothesis is that someone had thought about eliminating her because they knew she could infer something unwanted from what she saw during that fight.
And who else but the mysterious Richard Galloway to be monitoring her movements? I mean... He came out of nowhere. In my vision he works for one of Sproustown's great Deluxes negotiators and is approaching her so that he can get his eyes on SAD's activities. So when he sees his secrets are threatened, he can star thinking about doing something about it.
And as you can see, that the assassination attempts ceased after Crane came back to her senses and we talked to her about it and she revealed she didn't know any information linking one of them to any underworld figure. Whoever planned the murder realized he no longer needed to silence Crane, because she didn't know what he assumed she knew.
Of course Joey didn't believe me, so I wasn't gonna keep pushing it. I just opened my wallet again and lit another cigarette.
"And last of all..." I Completed, "here is also the case of the black man of Friday. You said he knocked you down with a piece of a stick?"
Joey nodded affirmatively. He was still a little disappointed with his performance last week.
"And you didn't see it?"
Joey shrugged.
He took something out of nowhere" We didn't know he was carrying anything until the moment I fell. When I saw it I already had tripped and came to the ground.
What happened was that the two guys we captured the other night, Pierre and Bad Boy, had contributed to the interrogation. According to their information, they'd been personally hired by a man who decided not to identify himself and according to description he was black, bald, tall and excessively thin. This guy claimed to be working for other bloke named Verde. That's what the guy from the underworld called himself. They also revealed the whereabouts of Alexander Sprohic, brother of Jeffrey Sprohic, who was still hiding in a wooden house at the Filliard Summit. By Friday Joey and Crane had been sent there for an ambush, but they got beaten by a paranormal being, who was more than coincidentally black, bald, tall, and excessively thin. The one who knocked Joey down with a piece of wood.
Additionally the paranormal duo captured at Filliard Summit gave us the very names with which the leaders of the Deluxes trafficking are known at Sproustown: they are Verde, the Dragon and Wilkinson. Among these Verde was the one who hired the two of them to simulate the robbery at Cooper's house.
Pierre and Bad Boy's testimony did yield some useful information and at least one of the things they spilled out was confirmed true so they ended up being taken to Silverbay's prison instead of Arena's as agreed.
But unfortunately Friday's event didn't turn out as expected. Joey and Crane got beat by that black guy and he ran off with Sprohic.
"How the heck do you not realize he's carrying something like a stick? Well... It's too late now. Whatever Alexander Sprohic knew about the Deluxes's trafficking... That information is lost forever."
"Do you think so, Lieutenant? We might still find him, mightn't we? Or is there really no hope?"
"If we ever find Alexander Sprohic, I believe it's going to be a body, Joey. You know how these mobsters are..."
Joey seemed more and more guilty about his mistake... It wasn't his fault if the guy he happened to fight so well... ...But he had just tried to make a joke of my theory about Galloway so it was gratifying to let him get down for at least that moment.
"Either way... We have too many open cases. It's time to go solve one of those cases, don1t you think?" I looked at the clock, "at least one of them can be solved right now."
"Huh?" He made an inquiring expression like he didn't know what I was talking about.
"Oh, come on, Joey. We all know who our werewolf guy is."

Zombies, vampires and werewolves. Morbid creatures of all kinds are focusing on the city of Sproustown and posing as ordinary citizens.
Henry Dotson is a lieutenant in the police special affairs division charged with investigating occurrences related to these creatures. However, when these paranormal beings are found to be employed as violent mercenaries by drug trafficking leaders for their own benefit, dealing with them becomes a political and territorial problem, involving not only the division of Dotson but the drug department and the town hall of the neighboring city.
Everything gets even worse as circumstances begin to affect the personal lives of the department's stakeholders: people become hospitalized, people receive death threats and there is suspicion of involvement from within the central with representatives of illicit trade.
With the help of his subordinates Joey Meyers and interim detective Ewalyn Lowe, Dotson now has to find the balance between solving his cases, disputing their jurisdiction, and still taking on the demands of his current wife, Jane Dotson, in a shoddy marriage.

Way back 2015 Im already addicted in reading stories  in  wattpad. It was my friend who introduce wattpad to me. My type of book is about  werewolf ayee , I love werewolf stories and ceo ceo thingy haha . I got so  addicted I think I failed 3 subjects hahah

Fastforward 2018, I was reading manga when my cousin told me to try reading some stories in webnovel. So I started reading I forgot what my first story.  But the first story I remember reading completely is Full Marks. I was hooked from 1st to the end. I just love the flow of the story. And I also love the characters. I am also thankful that when I read the first chapter Its already a completed story.
Im currently reading the latest story of the author of full marks.

Shit.
In a situation like this, I can't help but dig into that old bandit's impressively wide repertoire of curses. Of course, I'd argue that's a perfectly natural response to having one's legs spontaneously turn into solid rock-- right up there with loudly screaming for help or doing something absolutely insane.
Being a Chimera, I'm obviously going to choose that last option.
But, just as I'm about to detonate the beast's body so my actual form can escape, my legs start reverting to actual flesh and blood, and with the fluttering of wings, a certain incredibly clingy chicken-monster lands on my head.
"Hwuhhh… Was that you?"
"Kuuu~!"
"You know, it's incredibly poor manners to turn your new friend into a statue, right?"
"Kweh."
Why do I feel like that last cry meant "cheapskate"...
"Well, fine-- if you want to travel with me so much, then it can't be helped." I tactfully refrained from adding "literally" to the end of that sentence…
"Let's see, you'll need a name then… Chicken… Chick… Chi- Ahh!"
Apparently not appreciating my insightful naming process, the bird pecks me in the head-- little does it know it just sealed its fate.
"Okay, your name is 'Chiia' from now on. That's what you get for pecking people randomly."
"Kuuu~~~!"
Huh, despite being teased, it seems to like the new name. Makes my job easier, at least.
And thus, the party of a talking wolf carrying a satchel- with a mythical chicken-monster riding on its head- was born, bravely striding forth into legend for all eternity.
…
At least, that's how it should have been according to all those stories that humans tell. Guess we're not the heroes though, because all the commotion in the dead of night attracted some unwanted attention. Mainly in the form of a two-meter tall bear with a glowing jewel on its forehead.
Well, I've been meaning to test out my combat ability against non-abnormal existences, anyway.
"Chiia, I wanna try a few things against this guy, mind sitting this one out?"
"Ku."
"... That means you have to get off my head, Chiia"
"Kwehhh~..."
As Chiia hops off, the bear backs away, seemingly afraid, but regains its bluster once Chiia slips into the bushes. That annoying little bird may actually be pretty famous in this part of the forest, huh?
With the birdbrain gone, the bear charges at me, and I rush forward to meet it. Claws fly and fangs clamp down, and for some time, I narrowly evade the bears attacks as I get hit after hit in, but I can't say I'm winning… 
As the fight continues, I can feel the Direwolf's body starting to get fatigued. What's more, although the bear-monster is a bit bloodied up, my fangs barely pierce through its fur and fat, to say nothing of my claws. 
Something has to change here. This wolf just isn't equipped to fight something like this. Lucky for me, though-- I'm not actually a wolf.
'Cores, simulate composition of human and wolf physiology using current biomass. Requirements: walks upright, frontal claws at least 16cm'
< Simulation initiated, estimated time to completion: 56 seconds >
Although that seems pretty quick, the wolf's body is barely standing at this point… Holding out could be a challenge. Dodging a few swipes of the bear's claws, I dash past its outstretched arms, running for a tree that's nearly half a meter thick. My current body's claws might not be enough to hurt the bear, but climbing a tree? I'll manage.
The tree towers above the nearby forest, standing ten or twenty meters above the underbrush. I can feel the moss and vines beneath my feet as I climb, almost running up the trunk as the bear lets out a frustrated roar.
The seconds tick by as I climb, and almost fifty seconds of the simulation have passed before I reach the first few branches. Unexpectedly, the bear seems to have backed away, almost as if it was giving up. I doubt it's that simple, though, and a few seconds later the bear turns around and lets out a ferocious roar, dashing at the tree like a furry bulldozer.
Wait… Don't tell me it's going to ram th-
Something like a crack of thunder resounds through the forest, and the tree groans in protest, cracking sounds accompanied by the growling below. With another creak, the massive tree begins to lean forward, rushing to embrace the forest below.
< Simulation complete. Form designation: Werewolf. Reassembling biomass. >
As the limbs of the tree crack, mine do too, elongating into two powerful arms ending in terrifying claws. By now, any human that saw this would think me a werewolf of legends, although with everything that's happened so far, something tells me they're not so mythical here.
The bear waits below, confusion in its eyes as my body transforms, waiting to pounce the second I fall to the ground. Of course, I don't plan to disappoint it, and I leap off the branches towards the furry embrace of death.
As in, my embrace of death.
'Cores, begin overclock and disable biological limiters. Designate all potential lethal strikes'
With a thought, the world slows to a crawl around me, and red arcs surround the bear's chest and head. I land less than a meter in front of the bear, pouncing forward as my claws trace the red paths and combat information floods my consciousness.
First, paralyze diaphragm, send target into shock. My claws pierce under the bear's ribcage, blood flying amidst the sound of a balloon being punctured.
Next, puncture aortic valve, arrest target's heart. Without waiting for the bear's response, my claws plunge into the bear again, this time between the collarbones. As directed by the Cores, my arm sweeps left to right, severing the heart muscles as I withdraw.
Finally, target's expiration imminent, retreat to a safe distance.
A perfect set of lethal moves, programmed by countless killers thousands of years ago. Executed flawlessly, without thought, almost as if it was outside my control. Somehow, the cold, brutal efficiency scares me. Maybe that's my human side coming out, but in the end, it's what I was made for.
The giant bear soon breathes its last, and I walk forward to assimilate it, my werewolf form dissolving into the bear's wounds. DNA, biomass, nutrients, all of it gathered in an instance, my cells eating the bear from the inside out. 
A few minutes later, a silvery-grey blob sits among a pile of bones, even the skeleton dissolving with time. At some point, Chiia returned, watching me with curiosity as I finish my meal. 
'Cores, begin biomass compression, emulate human adult male form, optimize musculature based on bear's genetics'
My body slowly gathers, building up legs, then a torso, and finally a head, the silvery pool of chimeric cells swallowed up by my new body. My face still holds the harsh features of the bandit I killed, but the newly chiseled muscles are visible even in the night. 
Right.
I'm naked.
I check the bag I abandoned before the fight, but no such luck awaits me. There's not much I can do at this point, so I tie what fabric I have into a loincloth, intending to set off into the forest until a certain birdbrain nips at my shoulder.
Wait…
How could a chicken-sized, flightless bird nip my shoul- 
"Whoah!!"
Behind my stands a seven foot tall, brightly colored bird. Rainbow plumage? Check. Dragon tail? Also check.
"... Chiia, is that you?"
"Kuuu~!"
"... So this entire time, you could have been giant and kept up on your own, but you instead decided to stay small and ride on my head?"
"Kweeeh~~~"
It looks way too proud about that, shaking its tail like a dog about to be fed. And I'm not even going to ask how it changing size is possible, despite the absurdity of the situation.
Yup, it's just the world that's crazy. Not me in the slightest.
"You know Chiia, I've been wondering… Normally, monsters can't understand human words or do half of what you can… Would that make you a demon instead?"
"Kuu~."
"So can't you transform into a human or something? It'd be a lot easier to talk that way…"
Without a word, er, squak, it leans its head down to me, pressing its forehead against mine. Waves of energy run through this body's brain, forming a muddled torrent of information…
"Oh… so you're too young to transform? And you're a Cockatrice? And- wait, you're a girl? Why are you telling me tha-"
Chiia headbutts me as I ask, and a feeling of 'shut up and get on my back' flows into my head. With a sigh, I climb atop the giant bird, and we plod through the forest as the night passes us by. 
...
Finally, dawn breaks, and a half-naked man riding a giant bird emerges from the forest. Yeah, I'm beginning to understand that subtlety isn't my strong suit.
There's a carriage in the distance, a brightly colored emblem on the side, and it seems like I'll finally be able to meet a human proper. I wonder what they'll be like... Good luck, humanity-- this is your first test.

Note: I've just started a new (very demanding) job, so I've had to put my writing on hold until I get my life in order. Be it weeks or months, look forward to the continuation of Nemeya's antics, Kiera's derpy-ness, and Del's terminal case of badassery. Sorry for the delay!

Del is an artificial life-form created on the eve of thermonuclear war, a biological superweapon designed to annihilate- and recreate- all human life. However, before Del and its “siblings" could be unleashed, their creator is mysteriously killed, putting them in hibernation for over a millennia. One day, a young woman flees into ancient ruins to escape a bandit, breaking a strange crystalline sphere and releasing Del into this new world. With the power to absorb, manipulate, and imitate all biological life, Del must survive in a world where magic and demons are very real, where the power of an individual can surpass entire countries. Given no directive but knowing its original purpose, Del decides to evaluate if humanity truly is what its creator saw it for. Thus, in the pursuit of becoming “human”, it fuses the personalities and memories of fallen humans into its own mind, trying to understand the actions and reasons of tyrants and saints alike. Before it knows it, Del has been established as a “he”, led around by his companions as they explore and influence society in a time of great upheaval. Throughout this journey, Del learns to experience the ups and downs of life; he falls in love (more than once, to the chagrin of his first wife), kills to protect, laughs and cries with his companions, indulges in debauchery, and even struggles to raise his own children. By now, Del’s already forget his original purpose, but all that changes when the Church brands him a heretical existence for the crime of being created by a mortal. To protect all those he cares about, and to end the age-old race wars kindled by the Gods, how far is he willing to go? But the Gods have a secret of their own: we aren't alone in this universe.

New chapter every day or two, depending on popularity!

Authors Note:
If you asked me what genre this story predominantly is, I'd answer “adventurer’s romantic-comedy” without another thought. There are tense, dark moments to be sure, and terrible things to happen, but the silly and shenanigans are never far behind. I’m hoping to write a book that keeps you glued to it, but not so much that you forget to laugh.

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sex scenes and explores very real issues such as tyranny, racism, rape, torture, and genocide.

Genres: Adventure, Comedy, Echhi, Fantasy, Harem, Horror, Psychological, Romance

When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but white and there was an old looking man sitting in front of me.
Me: I died didn't I, I remember and I knew it was gonna happen.
God:hello, I am what you call god,and yes you have died
Me:okay so why am I here
God:well you are going to reincarnate but it will depend on your karma points 
Me:okay so karma points, how much do I have?
God:well I have to tell you that your karma points are above the gods and even mine and I have been living since the start of the universe
Me:what is your karma?
God:well it is 999 nonillion which is hard to get but you got 1 duodecillion
Me:how?
God:well you helped a lot of people then they helped more and more for over billions of years and accumulated that much.
Me:so what do I get for this much karma
God:well you could become a god
Me:no I don't want to
God:then you can reincarnate any where with 10 wishes 
Me:this is tough
xxxxxxxx few minutes later xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Me:I want to be reincarnated to teen wolf and be born on the same day
God:okay then what are your 10 wishes
Me: 1.i want to be a hybrid like niklause and able to transform with 5 forms which all of the forms will be ultimate alphas form,
2-i want my transformation to be harmless and I won't go crazy under full moon and I won't have to drink blood but I won't die if I don't drink blood,
3- I can turn other people into werewolf or vampires or hybrid, I can either make them omega beta or alpha wolfs or the same with vampires,
4:I also want a different void/realm with a time difference of 1 year in there is 1 hour outside,I also want gravity in the realm that will get stronger as I go, 
5:make me the most handsome in the universes
6:a god wolf form only I can transform into, the rest I will wish for it later on
God:okay of you go
As he said that there was light shining under me then I disappeared 

I was born on the same day as Scott and I got all my wishes when I was 5 and I could turn into a wolf when ever I wanted but I kept it a secret and no one found out, my mom and Scott's mom was friends so we would meet and my parents died to an unfortunate accident and I was adopted as Scott's brother, so I practiced and hunted supernatural creatures, before my parents died I heard that we were hunters and the most powerful ones we were nobles and all other hunters are commoners and every hunter family doesn't go against ours and they don't know my parents are dead and the argents will be in beacon hill and I will show them how to keep balance.

(Info)
(Mc family is the main line of hunters that kept balance and only killed if the creature was dangerous,and he was gonna go against one person which was Gerard Argent.)

So few years pass and it was finally time of the bite but I didn't go and told them to be safe but later Scott came in blood.
Me:Scott what happened
Scott:something bited me
Me:what was it
Scott:I heard a howl before I was Bitten,I thought it was a wolf but it was bigger so I don't know what it is 
Me:okay so it howls was it on two feet
Scott:I think so it was taller than me
Me:what howls and stands on two feet like a human?
Scott:hmmmm... a..a..werewolf 
Me:exactly
Scott:but werewolves are not real
Me:how do you know?
Scott:I don't know
Me:exactly,I have to tell you something that you mustn't tell to anyone even mom
Scott:what is it
Me:my parents told me stories of hunters hunting werewolf and other supernatural creature keeping balance in earth and there was one hunter family that was on the top like the king of an empire and the other hunters followed the code which was "Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent", which meant 'we hunt those who hunt us' the rules in the code is as follows.

1. Hunters only to kill shapeshifters whose harm to innocent people has been proven.
2. Hunters are only to kill adults, never the young ones.
3. Hunters are not to hunt or kill humans.
4. Hunters who are Bitten, turning into a shapeshifter, are to take their own life.

Scott:there just stories
Me: yeah stories not fairy tails
Me:any way the main family were the Allen family 
Scott:Allen?...wait..Allen 
Me:that's right I am the heir of the family Alex Allen 
Scott:so do you know what is going to happen to me 
Me:yes you got bit by a werewolf so that means you are going to become a werewolf
Scott:what..aren't the hunters gonna kill me
Me:no they won't if they know that you are my brother,but I will not reveal my identity not yet at least.

(Info)
(In the original teen wolf Gerard didn't follow the code and abandoned it,
But here he still abandoned the code but didn't tell his family.)(....)

Me:don't worry I will help you control your form 
Scott:ok let's go to sleep we got school tomorrow 
Me: yeah let's go 
Next morning we go to school and we got a new student that Scott likes
Alison:hello my name is Alison argent nice to meet you all
Me:*scott remember argents are hunters becareful*
Scott:*okay*
As Alison sits down Scott hands her a pen and she thanks him.
Me:hello ms.argent
Alison:hello what is your name 
Me:my name is Alex
Alison:nice to meet you
Me:and this is my brother Scott
Alison:hi Scott 
Scott:hi
And after school we go home I train Scott and he got stronger and stronger fast then I bit Scott making sure he is now in my pack and got disconnected with Peter because my bite was more powerful and pure (werewolf).

John, living a peaceful life, suddenly appeared in white space where he heard a voice explain what he need to know, this is the start of an amazing journey.

Mahina commented on the small bag around my neck when we met that night. I stopped her hand when she went to lift it off my neck. I refused to take it off. I explained to her briefly what a medicine bag was, how it would stay with me even after death. It's purpose was to hold items of personal and sacred importance. 

I had made the bag small and simple, almost stylish so it would not elicit comments if seen. The length of the cord was measured so it would fit around my neck when I was a wolf as well, hidden in my fur when I shifted. 

The blood-covered stone was safely ensconced inside along with a few herbs from my special tea.

My new refrain echoed within me. I knew I could not save every innocent in the world. It was those at risk from the wolf that I would be drawn to. There was a new gleam in my eyes when I considered werewolves that would purposely cause harm to others.

It was a gleam I think Mahina saw, and it made her hesitate before she nodded her understanding. I smiled at her, taking her hand as I loved to do. Tonight was a simple night; I was in no mood for crowds. I shared a bit about the young girl with Mahina, how everyone had been talking about her at the end of the race.

"Do you think she actually saw a wolf?"

"Probably." I hid my smile. "Animals have been known to do odd things. I think sometimes someone's spirit guide helps them even if they don't know they have one."

At Mahina's look I did smile. 

"I once heard of a boy who was lost in the woods during the winter and two elk lay down next to him all night keeping him warm," I told her. "He was found alive and well the next day, with the imprints from the elk on the ground verifying his story. There are many stories of wild animals saving people. There's no reason to doubt her story."

I had stood back and listened as the girl had excitedly repeated her story for what had to be the hundredth time. I was surprised at the huge impact I had made on her. She had been willing to tell anyone who would listen about the wolf who guided her out of the woods, then disappeared. The story she weaved was accurate in detail, but her interpretation of my side was fanciful.

When I went in Monday, John mentioned her as well, but not favorably. 

"Damn kid is complaining because when she went off and caused a commotion she dropped her wolfy. All that shit and they expect us to be hunting for a stuffed animal!"

I was surprised at his venom. Beatrice threw him a dirty look. Before Bea could go off on him I spoke up. 

"I'll keep an eye open while I'm out there. If I find it what do I do with it?"

John muttered something about an address before stomping off. I wondered what was bothering him. Bea slid me the note with the family's phone number and address on it. I smiled and winked at her. One way or another the little sister would get her toy wolf.

I talked with Mac about getting a flight to her city. He arranged a private small plane that would take me and bring me back the same night, as well as a bike I could borrow for when I arrived. Her parents agreed to keep my visit a secret.

Tuesday evening had me ringing her doorbell. Her mother opened the door. I put a finger to my lips before she could say anything. With a wink and a grin, I let out a whining howl. 

I could hear the thumps from her room before she came flying out of the hall. The girl stopped, staring at me, her eyes wide. I brought the stuffed wolf out from behind my back, moving my fingers slightly to make his head move. 

"I think someone missed you. I thought about cleaning him up more. I did brush his coat out some, he must have rolled in some leaves while out playing with the wolves..."

She stepped forward, her eyes as unblinking as a wolf's. 

"You're a werewolf," she whispered, her eyes focused on my face. 

Her mother started to apologize for her, but barely had a chance before the girl ran forward and grabbed my hand, tugging me down the hall. I glanced at her mother for permission, trying not to chuckle at her long-suffering nod. 

I was pulled into the girl's bedroom, shoved toward her desk as she spun around to slam her bedroom door closed in her mother's face. 

"No little sister," I said sternly, moving toward the door. "You do not have a man in your room with a closed door," I finished as I opened the door, bowing my head respectfully to her mother. Her mother's relieved smile and nod were all the permission I needed to stay as her mother withdrew. 

The little sister looked like she wanted to blow up in anger at me. I kept my stern gaze focused on her. I would not tolerate her being disrespectful. 

She took a huffing breath. "Fine," she muttered as she sat on her bed. I headed back to her desk, holding out the stuffed wolf as I sat in the chair. She took in my smile as she took the stuffed wolf from my hands. Her eyes dropped as she focused on the stuffed animal, running her hands through its fake fur. 

Her mom came back to the door with a spray bottle and paper towels. 

"Mom, I need privacy! The wolf is fine!"

"You know it needs cleaned after..." her mother started. 

"Fine," the girl yelled, "then clean it!" She  threw the stuffed wolf at her mother. 

Her mother picked it up from the floor, glancing at me in embarrassment before walking back down the hall. 

"I thought you weren't going to yell at your parents anymore Little Sister," I said softly.

Her head snapped toward me. Her eyes got big and her mouth made a silent "ohhhhh!"

I nodded toward the hall. "Go apologize," I told her. 

She slid off the bed, not taking her eyes from me the whole way to the door. She stopped in the doorway. I couldn't help grinning at her. She laughed and flew down the hall for a second time. I could hear her with her mother. 

I felt sorry for her mother. She was caught between taking care of her daughter, insisting on the things that would keep her as safe as she could, and doing whatever she could to keep her daughter happy, knowing there was only so much time to do so.

The girl finally came back, coming to stand before me, grabbing my hands once more, just to merely hold them. Finally, after a glance toward her open door, she whispered, "It's you!"

I gave her a little grin, pretending to be puzzled. 

"I am indeed me. Who else should I be?"

"No, I mean you're him!" 

When I didn't respond, she sighed in exasperation.

"You're the wolf I met in the woods! You couldn't stay away! You're my mate!"

That had me blinking. 

"Little sister, I don't know how you came to that conclusion..."

"You're a werewolf!"

She crowded in on me to turn her computer on.  I stood, letting her slide into the chair. She clicked and finally showed me a website. She scrolled through things so fast, her dialogue continuing just as fast. 

"How can you not know these things? Mates are chosen for you by the Moon Goddess, they smell wonderful and you're drawn to them." She went on, explaining how werewolves in her stories worked. 

"...and when you bite your mate it leaves a special mark like a tattoo, and then I'll heal automatically and..."

"Little Sister, stop, stop!" 

I pulled her away from her computer, turning her chair and kneeling before her.

"Little Sister, even if I were a werewolf, I would not bite you. Do you see the scars on me?" I pointed out the few I had on my arm. "Being a werewolf doesn't mean you can heal any better or faster than anyone else. It just means you can become a wolf. Believe me, I would bite you a thousand times, little sister, if I thought it would heal you."

I held her hands, looking at her with compassion as tears filled her eyes but didn't fall. 

"You're not a werewolf, you don't know anything!" 

She pulled away from me, her bitterness and her anger at death coming out in her tone. 

I reached out, laid my hand firmly on a spot where I could smell the cancer. I touched a second spot, then a third. My hand reached for the fourth spot on her head but I just couldn't. I leaned the top of my head against her shoulder. 

One small hand barely touched the side of my head. I looked up, a slightly mischievous glint in my eyes. 

"Are you not going to tell me not to cry, Little Sister?" I whispered.  

She trembled slightly. I could see the conflict within her. Then she turned away from me.

"You're just mocking me. You've read my stories and you're just making fun of me."

"I would never mock you, but neither will I lie to you little sister, no matter how hard the truth is. Understand?"

She nodded, and I could tell she was trying not to cry. Failing miserably but trying. 

"Now, about these stories. Do you mind if I read them? I will trade stories with you if you'd like."

"Anyone can read them."

I pulled out my phone, unlocked it and handed it to her. 

"Set me up."

"You really don't know anything! You have to open an account! Here..."

She handed my phone back to me. 

I grinned at her as I set up an account and handed my phone back to her. She did her thing and handed it back. 

"There, you're following me now, so you can read to your heart's content."

Her sarcasm wasn't lost on me. She still believed I was playing her.

"Now Little Sister, we need to talk about mates."

"Uh uh," she said shaking her head. "You promised stories." She crossed her arms across her chest and glared at me. 

"Why do I have a feeling that no matter what I say right now, you won't believe me?" I asked. 

Her turn to say nothing as she continued to glare at me.

I made a few taps on my phone, set it on her desk. My dad's voice came through the speaker as I heard her mother moving in the hall, eavesdropping.

"Little Wolf, everything all right Son?"

"Fine dad. I need a favor from you if you have a moment."

"Sure, hang on a sec." 

We could hear him yelling. I had to laugh. 

"Ok, I'm back."

"What did the wrestling team do this time for you to be riding them on a Tuesday night?"

"That's what you called about?" He snorted. "They got into with the basketball team so they're all working out together tonight. Now what's up Son?"

"I promised someone some stories but we're having a bit of a trust issue here."

"What did you do now?"

"Just give her the site for the stories, will you please?"

There was silence for a moment.

"You keep pushing Son. I'm not doing a set of stories about..."

"Dad, I'm here with the girl I told you about from Yellowstone. I'm just talking about the old stories."

"My name is Tammy!"

"Nice to meet you Tammy, so to speak," dad said after a pause. "I'm Black Wolf. You ready for a website?"

Dad hollered out away from the phone, "Don't even! Two more laps for that!"

"He coaches," I whispered to Tammy. 

"Ready?"

"Yes sir."

I had to grin at her calling him sir. He gave her the website for the books Mom had written. 

"Little Wolf, make sure you hook her up with the complete set," he added to me.

"Yes sir," I said, knowing that if I answered him that cheekily in person I would get thwacked across the shoulders.

"You still coming out with Mahina this weekend?"

"Yeah, thought she and I might do a bit of hiking after the council meeting."

"Good. Chani was asking if Derrick was coming out with you."

"I don't know, I'll ask him. I'll let you know tomorrow night."

"Good deal, ok, let me get back to these boys. Nice talking with you Tammy. Love you Son."

"Love you too, Dad."

I nudged her out of her seat, clicked on her computer, putting in the code for a free set of the books. Then I turned around. She and I looked at each other. I held out my hands. Hesitantly she put hers in mine. 

"The truth Little Sister, nothing less will do."

She nodded, her hands a death grip on mine. 

"I can love you forever Little Sister, but you are not my mate," I said gently. "Can you accept being my sister?" Then I leaned close to whisper in her ear even as I shifted my hands enough so they would sprout fur. "And part of my pack? Please Little Sister?"

 I pulled back so we could look at each other. She held the truth of my being in her hands. 

"A thousand bites will make no difference Little Sister," I whispered. "That is the truth. Would that it were otherwise."

She swallowed hard. I couldn't even name the emotions filling her. 

"Can I at least be your girlfriend?"

"Little Sister," I looked at her with a hint of my previous sternness. She sighed. Tears still glistened in her eyes, even as her one thumb brushed against the fur on my hand.

"Who's Mahina? It's a weird name."

"My girlfriend," I said with a little grin.

"Tell me about her. What did you notice first?" She asked as she let go of my hands and turned back to her computer.

Hmmpft. Just like that she seemed to ignore the fact I had revealed to her I was a werewolf.

"Her perfume," I answered her, slightly bemused.

"Her scent?"

I sighed. This was backfiring on me. 

Suddenly she shrieked, spinning around and staring at me. She ignored her mother's quick appearance in the doorway.

"She's your Luna!"

Her mother slid back around the corner. I could hear her counting backward from ten under her breath. The woman deserved a medal for her patience with her daughter. 

"Little Sister..."

"Don't you Little Sister me! Don't you know what her name means? It's Hawaiian for Diana, and it means Moon Goddess!"

Ulric Wolcott, know as Little Wolf by his friends and family, was ready leave his childhood home and go make his mark on the world as a man. 

For him, there was no boundary between man and wolf.

His Native American heritage from his mother gave him access to his spirit guide, the Spirit of the Wolf itself. The Spirit of the Wolf blended easily with the wolf nature he received from his werewolf father.

He had no idea the adventures his spirit guide would lead him into as, for the first time, he encountered werewolves outside his family. 

His adventures set his feet on the path to his promised new name. An encounter with a young girl who would become pivotal in his life would seal it. 

Spirit Wolf taught him the meaning of who he was, and gave him a glance into the future being offered him. He learned to balance the life of the wolf physically, mentally, and spiritually with his human self... 

... until finally he was ready to become not only the ruling Alpha of Spirit Wolf's worldly pack, 
but King to all werewolves!

*

My grandpa was born the burnt orange hair and became alpha at 24. He ruled as Alpha of our pack til my mother was 20. He had hoped she would find her mate before she became the alpha. my mother was born with emerald green hair, she was sunn kissed tan as well, but her hair colour made her look pale. Grandpa handed the title as alpha to my mother on her 20th birthday. Grandpa helped if she needed it. After a year of ruling as alpha my mother met my father. now here's where the family bloodline can get confusing. my grandfather even with his burnt orange hair looks like a normal werewolf - tall, muslcar build, but the truth is he is 3/4(3 quarters) werewolf, a 1/4(quarter) fairy. my great grandmother was (1/2) part werewolf and (1/2) part fairy My great grandfather was full blooded werewolf. 

  As a child I loved hearing my grandfather tells me stories about his mother. she was born with Ruby Red hair, had dark sea blue  eyes,her skin was naturally tan. Standing 5'2" ( yup, short compared to my great grandfather's height) she could and would kick your ass if you did something wrong or got out of line. 

Grandpa where is "G G" (Great Grandma)
now? I would ask

she passed away right before you were born. my wife, your grandmother was a werewolf. so your mother is more werewolf than fairy. he told me. i was 6.

I asked my father about his mother, she is a  full-blooded vampire and my father was a werewolf.
 So my father is (1/2) part werewolf, (1/2) part vampire. (most people don't believe my father should exist.) 
     [ that's another chapter ]

"She cancelled again! That's the third time." Nashe said in despair.
"I'm not surprised you know. When you run a club that warns humans not to enter or else they'll be eaten, well what do you expect?" Erasmus said before he gulped down another pint of Dolphin blood.
"Yes well she should know by now that only applies to potential patrons. Honestly I couldn't make it any clearer that the musical guests are always welcome here. So many of the greats have played here for gods sake, what's she worried about.
"Well maybe she's just not at the stage of her career where she feels she's famous enough to play a Monster club without getting eaten? Or maybe it was the fact that you had to assure her that no one would eat her that keeps putting her off, we'll probably never know."
"Well you know what that means. I'll have to try and book a Demon act. At this late stage I probably won't get a human one. You can always get Demons at short notice. God Demon entertainers are so boring and crass." Nashe huffed as he pulled out his little black book of contacts.
"I agree" Erasmus said not caring at some of the Demons at the bar taking offence.
"I find it baffling considering so many Demons like Vampires were once people. You'd think they'd retain a bit of that creativity."
"I also get fed up of their whining 'oh if it wasn't for the fact that Demons existence has to be covered up I'd be the new Jim Hendrix, Amy Winehouse or Van Gogh' I just want to tell every one of the whiney fuckers 'no you grotesque abomination, you're shit no matter what. If anything being a Demon is a plus as most people won't tell you you're crap out of fear of getting their heads torn off!" Nashe moaned, only to be met by scowls from a number of his Demon patrons.
"Eh no offence."
"They'll act all proud" Erasmus laughed, "but I bet their collections are just filled with albums by human singers and films by humans."
"Well I do quite like Billie Holiday" The Vandal said. "She had so much soul." He joked, with all of the Demons at the bar except Erasmus laughing. 
"Well anyway" Erasmus said wanting to take attention away from the Vandal. "It's probably not the best idea to insult Demons all the time when you run a bar for them. Then again I'm not sure who you could cater too? You hate Demons, you hate humans? Maybe pixies, though I hear they can be very stuck up."
"Yes well Werewolves don't tend to be too popular do we." Nashe said bitterly.

"True but I'm a Vampire and we're even less popular, yet I'm beloved by everybody here." Erasmus said as the Demons, especially the Vandal all rolled their eyes, or what passed for eyes and grunted.
Nashe didn't even bother to reply, as he had managed to contact Abaddon through a skull with red glowing eyes (in actual fact the skull of one of Abaddon's previous victims.)
Nashe had never killed anyone. He had always tried to control his lycanthropy (at least as far as his patrons and friends such as Erasmus knew.)
The skull had been a gift from one of his friends, but he always felt sick using it. Still Abaddon was one of the few Demon singers whose work Nashe actually appreciated and was always reliable.
After Nashe performed a chant, the skull lit up in flames.
"Abbadon, hi sorry to bother you at this hour but."
The skull started to speak in Abaddon's voice.
"Werewolf, your kind sickens me. I am about bring about an age of darkness the likes of which your world has never seen. Fire will fall from the sky, blood shall flow though the streets" As Abaddon ranted, Erasmus mouthed her threats to himself. "Your oceans shall turn into slime, men and women shall become beasts who will devour their own children!"
"Yes well if that doesn't work out for you, I need an act to fill the slot on Saturday night. We have quite a number of important guests coming."
"Did you not hear me! I said the age of Demons has begun, this world will tremble before us!"
"Yes well like I said if you have time, or you have a change of heart, can you do the Saturday slot at 7:pm? I'd love for you to play, "The Apocalypse is a Losing Game."
"Oh why thank you." She said in a softer tone." You know that was one of my most personal songs. It was based on a true story."
"I think a lot of people here will find it relatable."
"Okay puny Demon hybrid if this world does not fall before my infernal might I shall see you there. Can you make sure you have giant Otter hearts? I know they're rare, but god are they just so succulent."
"I'll see what I can do, we just got in a new batch of Dolphin blood for the Vamps, but I suppose I could let you have some as you are a guest of honour."
"Thank you, I love Dolphins! I mean they shall be among the first species to burn when this world falls before our might. I'll see you Saturday."
"That was quite eh, worrying." One of the patrons next to Erasmus said.
"What do you mean? I just booked an act. You know Abaddon calls me a dirty Werewolf, but I think she might have a little thing for me. Look at how quickly she accepted my offer. I wonder if dirty has a double meaning. " Nashe said enthusiastically,
Erasmus spat out his blood in response whilst the rest of the Demons burst out laughing.
"You're not serious. Please tell me you're joking. She keeps human heads as pencil holders, and as toilets. Or so I'm told." Erasmus said in disbelief.

"Oh please those are just tall tales. I hope. I can't imagine a human head would be very practical as a toilet." Nashe replied

"Yes I thought that too, but with Demons you never know."
"I was talking about the appocalypse she was planning on bringing about." The patron interrupted.

There was a silence before all the other patrons at the bar burst out laughing, or at least their equivilent of laughing.
"I take it your new here." Erasmus said.
"She's always trying to bring down the appocalypse or claiming she is. I reckon she just got a bad review on Askirolios"
"Askiro what?" The patron asked to Erasmus confusion.
"You've never heard of the Askirolios search engine? Dear god man how do you keep in touch with everything that's happening in the supernatural world?"
"I don't use social media much these days." He said nervously.
"Big mistake. You'll never know what's going on, local gatherings, news about the neverending war between Demons and humans, when the next concerts, or Demon films are out? How do you live man?"
"Well I don't go out too much." The patron said as he moved away from the bar.
At the nearby table were several Vandals sitting over glass filled with what looked like green energy.
"You okay pal." One of the larger Vandals said as it slowly unsheathed the claws on its hands.
"No no, I'm fine." The patron headed to the dance floor where there were all kinds of creatures, Vampires, Werewolves, Vandals, Demons, Ghouls and everything in between dancing together, though the Vampires and the Vandals were naturally still keeping their distance somewhat compared to the other creatures.
The patron stared in fascination at all of these strange creatures for a few minutes before he felt a hand slam down on his shoulder.
"Are you alright friend?" It was Erasmus.
"You haven't touched your cow blood. Here let me get you a glass of Dolphin blood."
"No, no that's quite alright."
"Please it'll be my treat. Dolphin blood is so much nicer, though I prefer blue whale blood personally, Nashe hasn't brought that in in a while because of a lot of animal rights activists. Whiners, you'd think they'd be happy that we don't eat humans at this bar."
Erasmus could see the patron wince at the grissly conversation.
"No, no I'm fine."
"I think we need to talk." Erasmus said.
"I don't know why I don't."
"Trust me it would be better if I spoke to you." Erasmus said as he looked back at some of the Vandals who were looking at the patron in a very threatening way.
"Okay but I should warn you I'm not just any old Vampire, I'm."
Erasmus brought the obviously human patron to a small table.
"What are you doing?" The Vampire asked very quietly?
"What I'm a Vampire just like you?"
"What breed?"
"What? Breed, there is more than one type of Vampire? I mean I'm a, a."
"An idiot whose going to get eaten or turned if he doesn't watch out?"
After a few seconds the human wisely dropped the pretense and was honest with the Vampire.
"Okay you got me. I'm a horror author. My name is David Pratt."
"Pratt"
"Yes I was going to change it after I got published."
"Ah I think I see where this is going."
"I have had a few stories published online and in some sites, but well so far I've not really made a name for myself."
"And you were hoping to get some inspiration from visiting this town?"
"Yes. I'd heard stories that this town of Wyndam, was a hotspot of paranormal activity."
"It is. Has been since the days of the British Empire. It's about the only place where Vandals and Vampires can share a drink."
"Yes well when I heard it was that I hoped I could maybe get some inspiration for some stories, but I found not a lot of people were willing to talk about it and I couldn't find anything online."
"No you won't, other than vague urban stories, most of which are bastarized. All real stories on the internet about Demons, Vampires, the Supernatural automatically goes on the search engine, Askirolios thanks to a spell. It's how we cover our tracks in the modern age of smart phones and social media. You can only access if you are a Demon or use a very specific spell. It's kind of like a Demonic google. You'll find news articles about what's happening in the Demon world, a video service like Youtube exclusively for Demons, sites where you can buy Demon artifacts, even dating sites, everything."
"Fascinating."
"Not really. Like I said to Nashe, Demon entertainment is really boring, or disgusting. Some of the things on the Demon video sites will make you vomit."
"Well you could say the same thing about the human internet. I've always had an interest in the paranormal. I didn't just come here for inspiration you know. I wanted to learn about what's really out there. There is another world that exists under our own. It's incredible."
"No it isn't. It's horrible, nasty and disgusting. Just like the world you already live in. Trust me you have enough to worry about in that world, without Vampires, Demons and Werewolves."
"Well it can't hurt to know just to keep safe."
"I suppose, but then again I'd hardly call wandering into a bar filled with monsters keeping safe."
"From what I'd heard this was a place for reformed monsters?"
"If that's the case why did you bother pretending to be one of us."
"I thought this was just an exclusive club for supernatural creatures. Seemed like a good place to learn your history. Like that monster geneology chart at the back for instance. Just what is a Shaddy."
Erasmus rolled his eyes.
"First of all this isn't just a place for supernaturals. It's non humans. We have aliens in here too you know, though they have their own search engine separate from Demons, whilst Witches and Warlocks also have their own. Fortunately I know the password, spell for all three, but still. Look at that guy dancing with the Vandal in the black dress up there. He's from the Andromeda galaxy over 2 million light years away."
"Seems an awful long distance to travel just to get a pint."
Erasmus wasn't amused.
"He's here because his people were slaughtered in an intergalactic war. He and the few other surviving members of his kind have helped build up and defend our planet in ways you can't imagine. There's actually a network of aliens living in secret on earth who meet up here every few months. There they are at that table, up at the back. This is a place for all the creatures who are shunned by humanity to gather and relax. In all fairness some of us are shunned because we you know, eat people. Still naturally we don't let humans in, unless we know we can trust them."
"So you're scared of us? That's ironic."
"Well not you. We did used to let humans in here. Originally this was a club for everyone, but sadly over the years, hunters started to attack the place and many good monsters were slaughtered. Also not all of the monsters who come here are reformed. We try to make sure they are, no human blood or organs are served, just animal. Everything from Dolphin to Alligator, to Rhino, but no humans. Sadly however that doesn't mean we still don't get a lot of human killers in here. For instance look at the Vampires. I'm probably the only Vampire in this city that doesn't feed on people. The Vandals aren't much better, neither are the Ghouls. Most of the Demons we get in here are not a bad lot, well not an evil lot at least. It's easier to keep the peace all around however if we're not fighting over food which a human would be.
Erasmus stopped to take a drink of his Dolphin blood much to David's disgust.
"God that really is brilliant. I find the more intelligent the animal, the more delicious its blood tastes. I probably shouldn't be thanking god mind you, but still. Your little disguise won't have fooled anyone. Vampires and Vandals for one can sense one another. I reckon that those who noticed you will be waiting to jump you outside, either to eat you, or torture you for information if there are any hunters planning an attack, or just for the fun of it, or all of the above."
"You're not serious are you."
Erasmus didn't say anything. He didn't have to as David noticed one of the Vandals at the table still looking at him.
"Don't worry about it though. I'll help you. I'm not so popular around these parts myself. I've helped close down several Demonic and Vampiric operations. They see me as a traitor and I am, but a traitor isn't always a bad thing. For instance would you think being a traitor to the Nazi party was a bad thing?"
"Why are you a traitor though? I mean I'm sure I'll appreciate it tonight, if what you're saying is true, but."
"It's a long story, and not one that I want to see in print so lets just leave it at that. You don't have any reason to trust me, but I think you can see that Vandal has an interest in you, and I'm your best bet of getting out of her in one piece. You got that."

"Yes I understand, but if you'll just tell me the spell to unlock that eh Demon web browser."
"No after tonight you steer clear of the supernatural."
"The only reason I moved here in the first place was to learn more about the supernatural."
"It's not my fault you made a stupid decision. I my 200 or so years on this planet I've know two kinds of people who know about the Supernatural. People who go on to be great heroes, battling the forces of darkness and saving the world, and idiots who get themselves killed because they don't know when to pull back. I don't know you, but the fact that you'd already come here when you don't even know there are different types of Vampires tells me you're the latter."
The Demons at the bar were getting restless. They had clearly also rumbled David's not so clever little ruse.

"Come on, I can't stop you getting killed another night, but I can get you out here now" Erasmus said as he dragged David away.
To Be Continued. 

Based on R Chetwynd Hayes classic novel of the same name, the Monster Club follows Gorgons, a bar where Vampires, Demons, Werewolves, Zombies and Ghosts can relax and have a nice time and the lives of its most frequent patrons, such as the Vampire Erasmus and the Shadmock Reece.

Not my novel all praises and credit goes to original author 'tkepner' only uploading it here to listen the audiobooks while working long crappy hours 

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11913447/1/Amalgum-Lockhart-s-Folly

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