Lycanthrope Control Agents: A Narrative Fiction

Upon first reading “St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves,” it might seem like an imaginative fantasy and nothing else. The story focuses on the daughters of a pack of werewolves, and it takes place in a world where the werewolves and their daughters are nothing out of the ordinary. But upon closer examination, this is a story rooted in reality. This inventive tale parallels several real world phenomena. Karen Russell uses allegory in “St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves” to objectify western society’s views of people outside of that society and of outsiders in general, and compare them to the views that people have of wild animals.

"If I were you," he said, "I'd go home quietly." Then he tapped her breasts with his baton. Gently. Tap tap. As though he was choosing mangoes from a basket....

In this chapter we dive deeper into the myths surrounding vampires and werewolves, and how they might be connected. Matt Kaplan, the author, tells his audience stories of how these creatures might have been created, and then knocks them down with scientific reasoning. Proving that these “creatures” are nothing but sick humans.

Throughout time, there have been numerous references to lycanthropy, or werewolves, in literature. Causes of this disease have ranged from simple pathological problems to demonic possessions. The one constant in all cases, however, is the diagnosed individual succumbing to melancholy, or finally becoming aware of the implications his or her actions have had on society. In this article, I will be focusing on the fact that due to his internal monstrosity, in regards to his lack of morality and horrid decision making, Ferdinand falls prey to lycanthropy and hallucinates his transformation into a werewolf, becoming the animal that he has always been within himself.

Her arms were pulled painfully behind her back, draped over a chair, the decorative knobs on either side of the chair back holding her shoulders directly behind her, making them ache as they threatened to pop out of their sockets. The position made her breasts thrust forward, exposing them to any abuse or treatment deemed lit by the tormentor. It was meant to abrade her resistance, cause lasting pain and take away any possible protection she could provide for her chest.

“Just your usual, Samantha?”. Jack glances up from his morning paper, allowing his eyes to slowly appraise the woman standing at the counter, taking in the sight of her platinum blonde hair pinned neatly in a bun at the nape of her neck. The usual? From the look of her acrylic nails and well-fitting suit which accentuated her toned body, he was guessing that it was probably a weak, skinny flat-white. Yes, that was it, his eyes glinting with humour at the thought. The woman looked like someone who always got what they wanted when they wanted. His eyebrows furrowing, Jack slams the paper shut, irritated at the thought of someone having so much power at their manicured fingertips. His humble profession as a mechanic was never going to provide him with anything more than the small weekly pay cheque, which all but disappeared after the rent was paid and food was bought.

Roxanne couldn’t believe what she was doing. Housing a werewolf by choice, how was that honouring the witches code? A stifled sigh escaped her lips before she took a long swing of the wine that resided in her glass that looked rather enormous compared to her delicate fingers. What hadn’t evaded her was the sound he made as she’d touched him, a purr? It was something far lower than a purr, a rumble of sorts. All she knew for sure was that it wasn’t aggressive. How could this even be? She’d never read or heard of such a pairing. She guessed that he was classed as an animal in some way, but this was more than she’d expected could ever happen.

Werewolves, also known as Lycanthropes are one of the primeval legends of human monsters. The first recorded Werewolf sighting took place around the countryside of German town Cologne and Bedburg in 1591. One myth of Lycanthropy is there were many ways to become a werewolf. It was said that you transformed by eating the meat of a wolf mixed with that of a human. However, many centuries later, there were different methods, such as, being cursed, conceived under a new moon, eating certain herbs, or sleeping under the full moon Fridays. People also believed that werewolves could dress in special, protective wolf skin, but they would remove it when the sun rose and hide it.

There are countless stories and tales in this world. Several people hear about the stories, but rarely live through it. The Medieval times have numerous stories about creatures, monsters and beasts, but apart from all of the beast and monster, the werewolf has always stood out like a sore thumb. The ancient Greeks wrote that people could be transformed into wolves, venture off and then come back to their home as a human. In the “The Lay of the Werewolf,” a man is a Bisclavaret and has a lovely wife who does not know where he leaves to late at night; using characterization, conflict, and symbolism, the author shows the truth behind their love.

Throughout time, there have been numerous references to lycanthropy, or werewolves, in literature. Causes of this disease have ranged from simple pathological problems to demonic possessions. The one constant in all cases, however, is the diagnosed individual succumbing to melancholy, or finally becoming aware of the implications his or her actions have had on society. In this article, I will be focusing on the fact that due to his internal monstrosity, in regards to his lack of morality and horrid decision making, Ferdinand falls prey to lycanthropy and hallucinates his transformation into a werewolf, becoming the animal that he has always been within himself.

She put her left legs on the chair, your hands gliding through her milky soft leg. Now your hands reach her undergarment. You place your fingers through them and played with her rosebud. Moment later, you softly push your fingers inside her vagina. Katie gave out a soft moan, as your other hand was caressing her breasts, the fabric only made it more intriguing.

Over the past a few hundred years, werewolves have been an essential piece of Western Cultures. Werewolves have shown up in motion pictures and been the subject of endless books and stories. Werewolves are dull and compelling animals that frighten us on numerous levels. The werewolf symbolizes the abhorrence that is contained inside all of us. In the relatively recent past, confidence in werewolves was regular. Generally speaking, there was little contrast between the killings and exercises of wolves and werewolves: both would chase around evening time and once in a while chase people. The principle contrast was that the werewolf changed into the human structure eventually. There are a few medical conditions that can emulate the presence of a werewolf and may have helped early faith in the exacting presence of the animals. One is hypertrichosis, which makes strangely long hair on the face and body; these uncommon conditions seldom transforms anybody into a werewolf, obviously, yet hundreds of years back when confidence in witches, vampires, and the enchantment was normal it didn't take much to generate werewolf

It was one of those days where nothing was going right. Well, nothing was going just for Keene, another member of the Lycanthrope pack. Firstly, a vision had come to him in his dreams, so malicious and frightening that he had forced himself to wake up. That was a very dangerous thing to do for him while in his precognitions. Next, when he had so desperately attempted to let Cornelius know what was going to happen, he was ignored. No, that wasn't the right word for it. His presence wasn't even accounted for, as if he were a ghost, the living unable to perceive. But, that wasn't the case. Cornelius was just being rude. Next, the food he was dying to have was burnt, so much that he had lost his appetite. After, his sister, the only family that

“I think you’re about to tell me.” She whispered. And he did. It all happened so quickly. The sound of his zipper as he pulled it down, the teasing and taunting behind his words which made her ache even more for him, Harper started to actually believe he would leave her up there all night long and make her writhe without anything. Simply be left to feel and want so badly that she’d go insane alone from the lack of his touch or the presence of his cock inside of her.

Bringing out a tub of ice cream he brought Toxic a spoon, two bottles of Gin and sprinkles. Sitting down Rocco spoke "Well, I want to poison my dad as a Father's Day present, and nothing I've ever tried was as potent as your blood." He admitted, ears folding down to his skull in embarrassment, he hated his old man and his body's ability to quickly reject toxicins allowed him to test multiple types of poison. The Lycan's blood being the one liquid he had tasted that had him wailing in agony for a few hours, after throwing up the blackish