User blog:Paulinekovaleva/A story...

Soo, one time I was thinking, on supermoons, do werewolves turn into superwolves? A friend suggested I write a short story about it, so I did, and then extended it, and extended it more. I hope you won't hate it. c:

Oscar woke up when the alarm clock sharply rang. "Uggh," moaned he and turned it off. Like a zombie, he dragged himself out of bed. On his way to school, he noticed something unusual. Pinned to a tree, there was a paper note, with strange symbols on it. That surprised Oscar even more, because he knew what those symbols were. Reading them, he let out a short gasp - he had forgotten what day it was today. He tore the paper off and continued on his way. Approaching the building, he noticed his friend Sam standing there. Oscar came up to him and whispered, "Did you do this?" and showed Sam the paper. He nodded, to which Oscar said, "What were you thinking?! What if someone deciphered your message?" "Calm down, no one did, so we're safe." said Sam as they walked into the school.



Later that day, after school, Oscar was sitting in his room, thinking. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing phone. It was Sam calling. "So where do our guys meet?" asked Oscar. Sam told him to be at the park before sunset. Oscar agreed, and went to playing videogames. Later that evening, he told his parents he couldn't sleep and was going for a walk, and went to the park, where a group of people, including Sam, were standing. They all went to the field located not too far away, where they awaited the sunset.



The fiery sun shone upon the group of people who gathered to watch the star as it faded away. 10 males and females of different ages, with only one thing connecting them: they were werewolves. Their eyes watched the sun as it sank into the ground: today was not an ordinary full moon, but a supermoon. Only today, they would be in their ultimate form. For the next few minutes they all silently watched the falling darkness, until all the sky was covered in pure blackness and stars, like diamonds, began to shine. A soft white glow appeared, and there it was: the giant moon, rising over the hill. The werewolves began to feel that energy which they felt whilst turning into an animal any other full moon, but now it was 10 times more strong. As the moon rose up higher and higher, so powerful over them, they could not control what was happening to them. Like always, the people were now covered in fur, their teeth became sharper, ears longer and so forth, until they were wolves. Normally the transformation ended at that, but not tonight. No, this night they grew bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger, their fur darkening to a deep reddish black, with their tails resembling whips, and spikes growing out of their backs. The wolves' yellow eyes started to glow, they felt an enormous surge of energy, and could not control their actions. It was the night of the superwolves.



Oscar ran to the nearby forest, caught the scent of fresh blood; his insticts made him follow it. The wolf walked through the dense bushes and the big, old pine trees, and reached a small clearing, where he saw a dead deer. He came closer, and sniffed the air: he then jumped back when the air revealed that a bear was here not long ago, but it was too late; the massive brown grizzly, a bit bigger than the superwolf, rushed out of the bushes. It roared, and charged at him. Being more cunning, Oscar jumped aside in time, and his whip-like tail slashed the beast's face; that angered the bear even more. The superwolf tried to run, but the bear struck him with its strong paw and sharp claws. He stumbled down to the ground, and the bear tackled him. The forces were about equal, but Oscar was faster, and could evade most of the bear's attacks; however, the bear also had claws, while the wolf could use only his teeth. He managed to bite the bear's head, and while it was struggling in its pain, escaped, leaving the bleeding beast behind. The superwolf's wounds were light, and after resting, he started his way to a cliff not far away.



He got up the steep rocky path and stood there; several other superwolves - and normal wolves too - were already there. The moon had risen high above the ground now, flooding everything with its light. A wolf howled in the distance. Someone answered, and more wolves started howling, until the whole valley was filled with their singing. Then, the superwolves joined in. Their song was even more perfect than that of a normal wolf. It made you feel the rush of the hunt, it made you feel the wild and, most of all, it made you feel the nature of the grey predators. They continued to howl throughout the night, until they could sing no more; the moon was fading, the sky - lightening, the stars becoming more and more pale. The werewolves felt very weak without the moon. They slowly turned into normal wolves, and then, back into humans, as the first rays of the sun shone upon them. The star rose up high, and the night was over.