Battle with a huge werewolf - excerpt from, Dark Journeys Anthology

  

Excerpt from A Problem with Werewolves

Clouds covered the moon, and I couldn’t see what had caught her attention. A brief shaft of moonlight revealed an enormous, heavily muscled werewolf, close to seven feet tall. When the beast opened its mouth, three-inch-long canines glistened in the light. This was the alpha male whose pack we had just

destroyed. Its massive chest and arms made Shaquille O’Neal look slender. As it slowly moved toward Monique, I put the shotgun to my shoulder and closed the distance with the beast.

The werewolf strode to within fifteen feet of Monique when it suddenly changed direction and charged at me. The beast ran so fast I barely had time to pull the triggers. It anticipated my action and pivoted to the side, avoiding both bullets. The werewolf turned and resumed its charge. I grabbed a slug, but I knew I didn’t have time to pull the trigger before it would be on me. I cringed as I awaited its attack. .......



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Fire Wizard - a poem about the paranormal by Neil Benson

   Fire Wizard

By power of my mind, 
I change what is, 
and what is not.

Earth, air, water, and fire

all yield to me.

I take the Earth,

and shape it to my will.

I give it life,

or return it to the soil.

I harness the wind,

and make it roar.

I create dust storm,

or a gentle breeze.

I raise the water,

sending it high.

I can make a flood,

or a gentle stream.

A maker of fire most of all.

I hold out my hand,

and summon fire.

I can raise it high,

burning all before it,

or light a twig

with the gentlest flame.

Treat me fair,

and I will lighten your way.

Treat me ill,

and I will darken your day.

Dark Journeys an excerpt from the short story A Problem with Werewolves.

A Problem with Werewolves Excerpt

On a crisp April night, Monique and I held hands as we walked to Broadway from a theater on the Upper West Side. Without warning, she pushed me aside and turned toward the alleyway on our left. A dark, hairy form raced at her, emitting a growl that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Monique ducked, put her hands under its body, and flipped her attacker through the air into a light blue delivery truck. A second dark-haired creature emerged from the same alley, snarling and displaying three-inch-long incisors glistening with saliva. When the second beast tried to bite Monique, she grabbed the werewolf’s throat and snapped its head backward. She sank her fangs into its neck and ripped the carotid artery. I gagged at the sight of the blood spurting from the gaping wound and dripping from my lover's lips.

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Wizard under Fire - Excerpt - the power of the wizard's mind

Excerpt from Wizard under Fire

The lethal power of a wizard's mind

At least six Taliban lay on the ground, but three times that number fired automatic weapons at us as they edged closer. Even Jones's remarkable accuracy couldn't prevent the remaining soldiers from surging after us when we withdrew.

An idea formed when I glanced at the trucks. "Ramón, keep firing at the closest Taliban."

He nodded and put another clip into his weapon. He fired continuously, empty shell casings spinning to the dirt.

       I envisioned the gasoline in the fuel tank of the nearest truck. In my mind's eye, I saw the fuel bubbling, slowly at first, then faster and faster until it resembled a pot of boiling water. The expansion of the heated liquid in a sealed container caused an explosion, setting the vehicle on fire. I opened my eyes and watched the vision transformed to reality. Flames consuming the first truck grew higher, leaping to the truck behind it. The second truck exploded spreading fire to the house. The burning vehicles and the house became a roaring inferno sending dark smoke high into the air

Wizard under Fire - excerpt: A young wizard fights for her life

Wizard under Fire - fight with an assassin

I pointed my palm at the assassin as he rose from the ground. The force of my magic knocked him backwards, and he landed on his ass with a loud thump.

He snarled and said something in Arabic I didn't understand. He stood, but I pushed him backwards, and he fell to the ground. Knocking the man down was draining my energy, and I was beginning to tire. 

The assassin picked himself off the ground one more time. He took a step to his left, and quickly shifted to his right foot, trying to get around me. I was ready for for him and again pushed him on his back. This time he fell on small pebbles, which acted like ball bearings and sent him sliding downhill toward the precipice. He clawed the rocks and gravel, trying to stop himself from going over the edge. His mouth opened, and he screamed, "Allah w'akbar!" as he fell toward the ground far below.