Hello, my ghoulies! I’ve been working on a little story idea and thought I’d share it with you here. It’s the perfect kind of tale for a cold winter’s night—dark, spooky, and filled with mystery. Let me know what you think, and be sure to stay tuned for the next part!
The Werewolf King – Part 1
The villagers feared the howls. Every night, as the moon climbed high, the mournful cries of the Werewolf King echoed through the woods, chilling their blood and keeping them locked behind closed doors.
They whispered about the castle on the hill, shrouded in mist and shadow. A cursed king lived there, they said, his heart broken beyond repair by the loss of his queen. His grief transformed him into something monstrous—something that would tear apart anyone foolish enough to get too close.
But she wasn’t afraid.
While others heard terror in his howls, she heard loneliness—a loneliness that mirrored her own. His cries called to her, pulling her toward the dark woods, despite the warnings of her friends and the whispered tales of doom.
Tonight, she could resist no longer. Wrapping herself in a heavy cloak, she stepped into the snow-covered forest, following the faint path that led to his castle. The trees loomed over her, their twisted branches clawing at the night sky, and the icy wind bit at her cheeks.
Still, she pressed on, the sound of his voice guiding her through the darkness.
When the castle finally appeared, its towering spires seemed to scrape the heavens, its windows glowing faintly like the eyes of a slumbering beast. The gates stood open, as if waiting for her.
She hesitated, her breath curling in the frigid air. From deep within the castle, she heard a sound—low, guttural, and filled with unspoken pain. It was a growl, but there was something almost human in it.
Her heart pounded as she stepped closer, her hand trembling as it reached for the iron door.
Was she walking into danger… or something she’d been searching for her whole life?
Stay tuned, my ghoulies—the next chapter is coming soon!