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Sia
"You're alone?" Terry asked from outside, her face poking out of a bush.
"Yes fuzz-head, now common." She looked greatly offended for a minute, but let it go and climbed the آگ کے, آگ escape ladder and crawled threw the window. She put a streak of shaggy black hair behind her ear, revealing her electric blue eyes.
"And?" She demanded.
"And what?"
"Common Sia, Mum."
"She didn't ask. She thinks Hannah's off to pick آپ up at ski club."
"Good." Terry relaxed and crashed on her bed, exhausted.
"Wear were آپ tonight?" I asked.
"Here and there around the Greenbelt, that's wear he hangs out for themost." Terry said. I nodded and sat down at my keyboard, on my side of the room and played a piece from the opera Carmen. Terry whimpered.
"Stop that!" She said, blocking her ears.
"Why? I'm playing perfectly well!" I protested.
"It's not that, it's just loud noises." She said. I muttered somehting about stupid noise-sensitive ears and put the keyboard's volume down. I resumed my piece. There was a knock on the door.
"For crying out loud!" I said. I got up to open it, but Terry beat me to the door. She always does when its Ian.
"Sup?" Ian asked, coming in.
"The sky." Terry answerred.
"My, aren't we hilarious today." Ian said, plopping down on a chair, making himself right at home.
"And?" Ian asked Terry. His hazel eyes were fixed on Terry while his hands fumbled with pipe-cleaners and metal threads he was bending into I-have-no-clue-what.
"Its clear, there was no sign of ol'Romulus tonight." She said.
"Odd." I said.
"Very. Usually he's all over the place scaring people." Terry said.
"At least it was a quiet night?" Ian offered.
"No. My nerves aren't right." Terry said.
"Something bad is coming." Ian confirmed. He took a chain out of his شرٹ, قمیض collar. On its end was a disk. He pushed it and it expanded into a crystal ball. He tapped the glass at the سب, سب سے اوپر and a black liquid inside it began to twist around, like oil in water. He sighed and tapped it again. The fumes took a shape of millions of pieces of glass.
"Mirror fragments." I whispered.
"Correct. If the crystal says bad luck and Sirius isn't there, something is very wrong. He's planning something. A mass terror attack یا just plain bitting مزید people behind Terry's back." Ian said. I took my own charm from inside my shirt, an amethyst like crystal as long as my middle finger, hanging on a brown leather cord and pressed it against my lips. It was cold like marble. I looked at Terry from the corner of my eyes. Her eyes shot dirty looks, art she mastered, at the ڈیسک like she was going to claw it یا something and her face was clammy. She was obviously mad.
When we were all 10 (2 years ago) Terry got lost in the woods. Ian and I found her first, except it wasn't exactly her. It was a black بھیڑیا with electric blue eyes. She'd been in so much pain that night from the bite,even after it, Mum brought her to the hospital.
Anyways we'd known Terry was a werewolf for 2 years. But she wasn't like Hollywood wolves. She transformed every night and she didn't stand up on two legs یا have fingers (her nasty claws changed to nasty long fingernails, hard like rock thought). Ian had done some research and he'd found us theese charms and a bunch of other cool werewolf protection stuff, because as well as having the بھیڑیا who bit Terry on the loose, on full moons she went on rampages were she wasn't herself. Anyways, a few months after Terry got bit, a lot of people were having very graphic and bloody deaths, including Ian's aunt Merica, who was his only relative (therefore he lives with us). We concluded it was the original wolf, good Ol'Romulus as we called him, and since then Terry sort-of chases him out of town ever night.
Ian and I try to help Terry. Ian was builting a GPS chip for Ol'Romulus, we accompanied her somenights and I wasn't bad at weapon fighting, but I still feel useless. How come my twin sister gets the cool powers?
There was a knock on the trap door leading to our attick room and mum oppened it. Her curly blond hair and crystal blue eyes made her look like Goldilocks in middle-aged woman form.
"You all stil awake at this hour? Off to بستر now, Ian, your room. Terry, what are آپ doing home? Aren't آپ with Hannah, she isn't back yet." Mum siad, coming in our room.
"She wasn't there on time so I walked."
"At night? Don't do that again Terry."
"Mom, the freak attacks have stopped." Terry said.
"The criminal hasn't been caught. Sweet dreams." She closed the door after Ian left.
Darn, we'd have to find another lie for Terry to be out at nights. Because that's what it was all about. Lies...
Sia
"You're alone?" Terry asked from outside, her face poking out of a bush.
"Yes fuzz-head, now common." She looked greatly offended for a minute, but let it go and climbed the آگ کے, آگ escape ladder and crawled threw the window. She put a streak of shaggy black hair behind her ear, revealing her electric blue eyes.
"And?" She demanded.
"And what?"
"Common Sia, Mum."
"She didn't ask. She thinks Hannah's off to pick آپ up at ski club."
"Good." Terry relaxed and crashed on her bed, exhausted.
"Wear were آپ tonight?" I asked.
"Here and there around the Greenbelt, that's wear he hangs out for themost." Terry said. I nodded and sat down at my keyboard, on my side of the room and played a piece from the opera Carmen. Terry whimpered.
"Stop that!" She said, blocking her ears.
"Why? I'm playing perfectly well!" I protested.
"It's not that, it's just loud noises." She said. I muttered somehting about stupid noise-sensitive ears and put the keyboard's volume down. I resumed my piece. There was a knock on the door.
"For crying out loud!" I said. I got up to open it, but Terry beat me to the door. She always does when its Ian.
"Sup?" Ian asked, coming in.
"The sky." Terry answerred.
"My, aren't we hilarious today." Ian said, plopping down on a chair, making himself right at home.
"And?" Ian asked Terry. His hazel eyes were fixed on Terry while his hands fumbled with pipe-cleaners and metal threads he was bending into I-have-no-clue-what.
"Its clear, there was no sign of ol'Romulus tonight." She said.
"Odd." I said.
"Very. Usually he's all over the place scaring people." Terry said.
"At least it was a quiet night?" Ian offered.
"No. My nerves aren't right." Terry said.
"Something bad is coming." Ian confirmed. He took a chain out of his شرٹ, قمیض collar. On its end was a disk. He pushed it and it expanded into a crystal ball. He tapped the glass at the سب, سب سے اوپر and a black liquid inside it began to twist around, like oil in water. He sighed and tapped it again. The fumes took a shape of millions of pieces of glass.
"Mirror fragments." I whispered.
"Correct. If the crystal says bad luck and Sirius isn't there, something is very wrong. He's planning something. A mass terror attack یا just plain bitting مزید people behind Terry's back." Ian said. I took my own charm from inside my shirt, an amethyst like crystal as long as my middle finger, hanging on a brown leather cord and pressed it against my lips. It was cold like marble. I looked at Terry from the corner of my eyes. Her eyes shot dirty looks, art she mastered, at the ڈیسک like she was going to claw it یا something and her face was clammy. She was obviously mad.
When we were all 10 (2 years ago) Terry got lost in the woods. Ian and I found her first, except it wasn't exactly her. It was a black بھیڑیا with electric blue eyes. She'd been in so much pain that night from the bite,even after it, Mum brought her to the hospital.
Anyways we'd known Terry was a werewolf for 2 years. But she wasn't like Hollywood wolves. She transformed every night and she didn't stand up on two legs یا have fingers (her nasty claws changed to nasty long fingernails, hard like rock thought). Ian had done some research and he'd found us theese charms and a bunch of other cool werewolf protection stuff, because as well as having the بھیڑیا who bit Terry on the loose, on full moons she went on rampages were she wasn't herself. Anyways, a few months after Terry got bit, a lot of people were having very graphic and bloody deaths, including Ian's aunt Merica, who was his only relative (therefore he lives with us). We concluded it was the original wolf, good Ol'Romulus as we called him, and since then Terry sort-of chases him out of town ever night.
Ian and I try to help Terry. Ian was builting a GPS chip for Ol'Romulus, we accompanied her somenights and I wasn't bad at weapon fighting, but I still feel useless. How come my twin sister gets the cool powers?
There was a knock on the trap door leading to our attick room and mum oppened it. Her curly blond hair and crystal blue eyes made her look like Goldilocks in middle-aged woman form.
"You all stil awake at this hour? Off to بستر now, Ian, your room. Terry, what are آپ doing home? Aren't آپ with Hannah, she isn't back yet." Mum siad, coming in our room.
"She wasn't there on time so I walked."
"At night? Don't do that again Terry."
"Mom, the freak attacks have stopped." Terry said.
"The criminal hasn't been caught. Sweet dreams." She closed the door after Ian left.
Darn, we'd have to find another lie for Terry to be out at nights. Because that's what it was all about. Lies...
Last night was halloween night and I spent it at ہوم watching american werewolf in london. i was blown away سے طرف کی the violent transformation scenes and the surrealistic dream sequences. The movie opens when to young men are attacked on the moors (a hound of the baskervilles reference?) سے طرف کی a nightamrish hellhound( yet another baskervilles reference) and only one of them survives. Not to give to muche away but upon his release from hospitalization the surviving boy moves in with a sexy nurse whereupon he is visited سے طرف کی his deceased friend who has a wiggly peace of flesh hanging off his neck. If آپ have seen the movie آپ probably know what im referring to. see american werewolf in london سے طرف کی all means.
Well here we go again.Only a little info this time.
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The site has been developed keeping آپ in mind. Easy navigational لنکس are always with آپ wherever آپ go. Larger font with enough space is for your easy on-screen reading. Moreover, important points are highlighted for quick scanning of the materials. آپ will also find printer friendly version of each pages.
Some information on this web page has been quoted from the Time-Life Book titled Transformation. آپ will find details of the book on Reference page.
This site is only the starting point of a long journey. If آپ like to شامل میں in, آپ are most welcome. Your contributions will definitely enrich this site; all worthy contributions will be updated on readers تبصرے page. Feel free to drop any suggestion, observations یا contribution through the feedback form. And don't forget to put up your تبصرے on message board for open discussion.
today I am going to tell آپ a little about werewolves. They are half بھیڑیا half human.They can like آپ یا they can hate your guts.They can still love they are half human.If آپ are a werewolf do not eat the پھول called devil's helmet.It is a blue glowing پھول that will kill آپ so do not eat it!That should be all for now ok so werewolf thinker takes alot of thinking to write it.remember if آپ have any سوالات just ask me and if i can figure it out i will tell you.So please تبصرہ یا become دوستوں and we will talk about it.Thanks for reading and keep an eye out for part 4.See آپ اگلے time.
hi its me again.Im going to tell آپ the wrong ways to turn into a werewolf. I've only found out two ways so here they are. ne is getting the blood injected into آپ that would poison and kill you.second is very similer آپ have to drink it im like that will kill آپ too. So dont do those things یا else!! the reson why getting bitten doesnt kill آپ is because there DNA is getting mixed into your so yea. I just wanted to tell آپ so آپ dont kill yourself! Please respond if آپ have any questions.
Snap..there was that sound again. The human was nearby, i could hear it, smell it. I could already taste it in my mouth, the blood spilling down my throut finally satisfing my stomach. I caught a glimps of red as i turned around fallowing the scent. There he was with a gun in his hand. He was hunting just like me. Only he was hunting something مزید tinnier and less appitising. I felt sorry for him, just a little. But this was the دائرے, حلقہ of life. He kills a deer i kill him. But then who would kill me? Nobady that was the answer. I was everybodys worst nightmare. Everybody feared me, i thought as i struggled آگے and grabbed the man سے طرف کی the waist. he turned in my arms and shot me in the chest. With silver bullets. He wasnt hunting deer. He was hunting me...
**Now onto the story again. i dont like hurting people its just in me there has to be a way for me to be in control more. so i transed again and and i tried as hard as i can to get in control but i couldent! i had to focus alot and i could see whats going on to so i watch people die its so dreaded,though im used to it,so yea.
Thats all for chapter 2**P.S this is all true!!!
chapter 3 ill try to make longer because there kind of small theres alot of parts.
it is dreded i tell آپ dreded
Thats all for chapter 2**P.S this is all true!!!
chapter 3 ill try to make longer because there kind of small theres alot of parts.
it is dreded i tell آپ dreded