It was a celebration for the New Year tonight and I 've gone and ruined it . Turned up at the chateaux without a bottle of wine . I was the rudest guest in the world . Luckily for them , it wasn 't a full moon but something triggered off my blood cravings . At the party , all the ladies and gents were in their finest . I wore a tacky sequinned number from a charity shop . My dyed hair was unbrushed and I whipped it up and stuck grips in place . I was messy putting on my make - up , and my long unmanicured fingernails were also chapped ! I covered it up with my baby sister 's gold varnish . The feathers in my hair and dress fell out on the way to the party . " Hello Sally ! ! ! " all three of them said . Their make - up , dresses , nails and shoes were so rich and perfect . I looked like a ragged Cinderella at the ball . And other faces gawped disapprovingly at me . None of the pretty flowery waitress girls offered me a flute of champagne . It smelled bad in the party . Despite all the glitz and glamour , I could tell some had farted , wet themselves , who was menstruating , in pain , who was hungry and who was drunk . I could smell that all three sarcastic ladies before me were desperate for the bathroom , one of them needed to be sick . I excused myself and went to a man on his own , handsome and smelling only of pleasant fruits and winter pine air . He was well built , with strong facial features . He had very long black hair , and his eyes were the palest blue . The eyes of a snow hound . " Are you having a good time ? " I smiled and asked him . He smirked and glanced at the crowd in full swing at the melody of a live jazz band . I could tell he was feeling out of place . I wonder what he was doing here . " Oh ? " I looked at the players and partygoers . Besides lack of a drink , I was somewhat liking the colourful and happy atmosphere . Perhaps he did not . He took my hand into his large strong hand and gripped firm . I sensed a deep hotness from him . Oh my ! He was like me . A child of the night . A werewolf ! " Hello Sally . It 's a pleasure to meet you , " he stared into my eyes . He knew I knew what he was . He knew what I was too . " My name is Prince Reginald Gang . " " You 're a prince ? " I must admit , despite how gorgeous he was , he didn 't dress like one . He was more like someone from a Black Metal band . When he said that , I realised what else he was . He was the son of the alpha male wolf from Sweden . No one such as yourself would 've heard of him but we werewolves know who the alphas are . Fireworks were beginning to go off in the city below . " Come , " the prince alpha took my hand and led me onto the balcony . The night air was very cold but the party was oozing warmth . He wrapped a jacket round me and gave me a glass of sherry . I sipped it and my head swam . He felt so powerful and I was protected by him . The New Year was announced with a massive cheer , poppers and explosive fireworks . Then he wanted me to look up and look at several people on a higher balcony . Their eyes glowed like fire and I knew instantly they were werewolves . These were seperated from all the party guests downstairs . I sensed a chill in my body and the prince kissed me better . It was here that I met an alpha werewolf for the first time , close up . I 'm 30 years old , a city girl working for a bank , and I 'm also a werewolf and a member of Fenrir 's Daughters . If you don 't know who the Fenrir 's Daughters are , it 's a club full of all the werewolf females such as myself . There is a Fenrir 's Sons for the male werewolves too . I wonder if the prince werewolf will be in touch with me soon . The stormy wind howled . It must be the ghosts of giants tonight . I stayed indoors and drank cups of tea . There was no moon and no stars . No wolf changing for me . I felt so vulnerable on nights like these . My children live hundreds of miles away and I hardly see them anymore . I miss my grandchildren . I miss my pet dogs who have all passed away now . I miss my husband . I 'm a lonely widow . It 's just me , the ageing werewolf lady with toothache and brittle joints . I sit for hours in my rocking chair in front of a dying fire with just a flickering TV . I lost my knitting needles again and I can 't bend down to get them from under the sofa . I got myself a plate of cookies and another cup of tea . Walking to the kitchen hurts . Atleast when I become a wolf , I feel stronger , but I 'm told that I 'm " slow " by other werewolves . My werewolf friends don 't live near here . I only see them during a full moon . If only I knew their human phone numbers , which I don 't . I could do with their company right now . I 'm 96 years old and my hair is like a bundle of white snow . I wear my half moon specs to do a crossword that I enjoy so much . I jump now at the stormy sounds outside . There is a light knocking at the door . I hope it isn 't the big tree bending over . It knocked again . Then a voice , that sounds like a person . It 's midnight . I 'm not going to get up and answer that . Not at this hour ! Goodness no ! I resume my tea and biscuits as I concentrate on my crossword puzzle . Knocking again at the front door . So I eased out of the chair and grabbed my walking stick . I picked up my candle and hobbled to the front door , I have to remind the child that I 'm on my way so they don 't give up . I can 't have children outside at night . " Where are you ? " I asked , feelingworried that a child is on their own in the dark with such terrible winds . Nothing answers me . I waited . I watched the leaves getting scooped up . The trees opposite waved their branches in the rough wind . I heard rattling and banging as neighbouring houses are affected by the wind , and someone 's gate crashing open and shut . I felt so very cold . It 's winter afterall . I went back inside and shut the door , bolting it up instinctively . I slowly turned and looked forward to my rest in the chair , when a knock at the front door made me jump . What I saw totally baffled me . There was a kitten on the front doorstep . It looked wet and hungry . I can 't understand why a kitten should approach me anyway as I am a werewolf and cats never liked me . But this one was at my door and I know a child must have left it there . " Oh , " I said . I can 't bend down to pick it up . The kitten darted passed me into the house , and ran straight into my living room . It jumped up onto my rocking chair and pawed at my cookies ! " No , stop that ! " I said to it . Kitten knocked over the plate of my cookies , and tore at my lovely crossword puzzle . I became annoyed with it . I close the door two , just to stop tleaves blowing into my house . Kitten stared at me with wide green eyes , and as I got near it , the kitten leapt over the chair and ran off into the kitchen . I 'm too tired for this . I sigh in despair at my cookies on the floor and my torn crossword . I tried hard to go and find the kitten in my kitchen , but it had gone . Strange . It just simply vanished . I started to look for it in case it was hiding . Then I simply gave up looking for it . There was nowhere for it to go . The back door is locked . The windows are shut tight . Kitten had to be clever , causing me trouble like this . Then there was a mighty loud crash . I had to go and see . I went into the living room saw something very distressing . A huge branch of a tree was sent through the window and damaged the room , lying right over where my rocking chair had been . Now my rocking chair was all broken . Now I know why the kitten appeared at my door . If it hadn 't done , then I would still be sat on the rocking chair with my crossword and tea , and that tree would 've come through the window anyway and killed me ! The kitten was a spirit ! It saved my life . First of all , I lived in a cottage in a small village with my parents and my brother , Garm . He was fourteen years old at that time . Our dad always had to go away for work , a lumberjack he was , and sometimes he spent camping trips with men . Our mom was indoors cooking and knitting . She made beautiful crotchets and sold them at the market we had visit each month . It was those days when my brother Garm and I took a regular trip to the phonebox up a steep hill and made calls to granny when she was alive . We asked her if she wanted anything like food or medicine . Mom would put things in a basket for granny . Garm and I went to the phonebox . We spoke to granny and all she wanted was mom 's homemade jam . We left the phonebox and that was when I saw it . We ran down the hill and took the path leading through the woods and we saw the twinkling light through the trees further up ahead . When we got there , we found it was a car . It smelled bad . It was very odd since there wasn 't any roads passing through the woods . We saw a fat man with a knife . He came at us brandishing the knife and we started to run , but he was quick . He grabbed us both . He swore at us as he dragged both of us into the car . He slammed the doors shut . Garm was growling but I was crying . Soon I felt something take over me and I jumped towards the man and bit him on the hand . He screamed . I wasn 't sure what happened . Garm leapt on the fat man biting and snarling . Garm was no longer a boy that I knew , he was an adolescent wolf ! That was it . The man was stunned and we ran and left as quickly as we could . I noticed then that I was running on all fours . We went home and mom saw us but she wasn 't upset . She knew what we were . Later she told us that both she and dad were able to become wolves . She ran off to to the phonebox and contacted the police . When the police arrived half an hour later , Garm and I were back to ourselves again . We found out later that the fat man was still alive but he was wanted for robbery and used a get - away car . I 'm now 45 years old with kids of my own . I 'm in Fenrir 's Daughters and needed to share my experience . ( ( ( Fiction stories of Fenrir 's Daughters written by Rayne ) ) ) This happened a few times . As a kid , I searched upstairs in the attic to get a box of decourations to put on the tree . I wanted to help momma . I found an even older box in a corner , covered in cobwebs . Inside were dusty baubles I 've never seen before . I was about to take them out when I heard something giggling in the attic . No one was up there with me . I couldn 't find it , and I hurried down as quick as I could . Now momma forgot about those other decourations and she said they were from her childhood . So we started using them each Yule on our trees . I remember helping her to wipe dust and cobwebs off the old baubles . They looked all silvery with prints of Victorian children in winter furs . Each Yule , everytime that I went in the attic to get the boxes of decourations , I always heard little laughter inside the attic . And no source of the laughter . Just a creepy feeling . Now I 'm 18 years old and going home for the Yule season to spend time with momma . I once again helped get the decourations of baubles from the attic and heard the same laughter . I thought I would mention it finally to momma . I told her about the laughter . She went white as a ghost . Then she dropped one of the old baubles as she ran off upstairs . I went after her to ask what 's up . " The laughing you heard is the same laughter I used to hear as a kid , " she told me . " Once I saw a tiny creature playing in the tree with the decourations . So I didn 't want to see those decourations again . My parents must 've put the decourations all in the box so I forgot about it for many years . Since then I put it down to my imagination . Now you 've heard it too Fiona . " That night was a full moon and I became a wolf . I do this every full moon , and have been doing this since I was about 10 years old . Momma is like me . She became a wolf already and was gone somewhere . I remember hearing that giggling but now this time it was coming from the tree . I watched as a little gingerbread entity crawled down from the tree . Then before I was able to react , it turned and danced quickly across the room . I chased it in the direction where it was going , up the stairs and up into the attic . I wasn 't able to venture up the ladder in my physical wolf 's form , so I stayed below the attic and waited . I waited until dawn , until momma came back home with blood on her mouth . She 'd been out hunting and caught some hare . I was waiting patiently for the gingerbread being to come back so I could destroy it . I resumed human form told momma about what I saw . We went up into the attic and looked everywhere . The gingerbread man was gone . I started to wonder if I dreamt it . So what momma did was , when Yule holidays was over and we packed away the usual decourations , she put all the old Victorian baubles in the box and donated it to charity . She didn 't want it anymore . And I don 't know if that will rid the house of the laughing gingerbread until next year , when I venture upstairs to the attic . And if that thing laughs again , I 'll try and catch it . Like the wolves in mythology , I am determined to eat this spirit . That was my story and my name is Fiona . I 'm in a huge international club for werewolf girls and we all tell our stories . I hope you enjoyed my story . ( ( The Fenrir 's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne ) ) All rights reserved . Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert . The moon was not full tonight and it was cloudy anyway . I 'm not able to transform into a wolf this time but my senses are acute . My name is Emily and I 'm 20 years old . Being in Fenrir 's Daughters has made me connect with loads of other female werewolves and now I can pass on my story . This is what happened a year ago . I met a handsome boy named Duke . Yes , he was a werewolf too , and I could tell that instantly . He was about a year older than me . He was always riding a beautiful motorbike and he was dressed in black leathers . He had very long hair and piercing blue eyes . He always smiled at me when I passed him every morning as I rode on my pushbike to school . Then after many weeks I decided to talk to him . I just planned it carefully . I stopped my bike , pretending there was something wrong with the wheel and he stopped riding to check on me . We ended up on a few dates and that he always took me to the cinema to watch classic horror films . He loved metal music and he was so interested in bikes and medieval weapons . He was warm and strong . One full moon night we turned into wolves and ran across the fields . Then one day he stopped calling me . I called his number and it was switched off . So I got my big sister Amy to help as she works for the local gazette . She came to me with devastating news about Duke . He was tragically killed in a road accident the day after we were together . I was depressed for a long time so it proves I loved him . Some say werewolves don 't have any emotions . Even other werewolves believe in this rubbish . It isn 't true . I loved someone and now he 's gone . My sister found Duke 's burial place in a werewolf plot just next door to the main cemetary . I visit his grave every weekend when I 'm not busy and I lay fresh flowers on his grave . I also found that he lived alone with his ageing werewolf grandfather who was deaf . Once I saw the old man in the form of a grey elderly wolf the night before I heard that he passed away in bed . Too much death . I light a candle for Duke as I think of him and I wonder why they say werewolves are unfeeling and cruel when I can 't help suffer , knowing that the man I loved has died . ( ( ( Fiction stories of Fenrir 's Daughters written by Rayne ) ) ) When I looked in the mirror under the brilliant winter moonlight , I 'm sure there were two reflections . I must 've been mistaken . I was Wolf at the time . It 's been months now that I 've caught a glimpse of myself in double . I 'm imagining things , or I must be mad . Two of me ? I became a wolf , just last night , and passed the big mirror in the hall . Yes , two of me . My usual dark wolf 's appearance , keeping my brilliant green eyes , walking beside a pale second wolf , green eyed and copying everything I did . A white shadow wolf , but it might 've been a trick of moonlight . In the hand mirror , as a woman putting my mascara on , I observed a second me with white hair . But my own hair is raven coloured . My eyes are green still . The white haired stranger was green - eyed and she had my face . Who was that ? A memory flooded back when a gypsy woman approached me in town when I was a teenager . She scared me , and I guess that she was a werewolf like me because of her wolf scent and her glowing eyes . I could tell she was a killer type . They have a very dense aura . She gave me some a strange bead that looked like a toth , and warned me about a double self . Now I 'm wondering who that other person is that looks like me looking at me in the mirror . And I wondered what happened to that bead . I lost it many years ago . There is something spooky about all of Shakespear 's plays . It 's full of archaic witchcraft . To be on stage helps me to shine as a full moon and express my hidden inner wolf side through articulating words . I got such a great applause and everyone threw roses at us . It was a beautiful evening . I received bunches of flowers in the changing room all coming from fans who adore me . Then there is the double of me in the mirror . I don 't get that . Doppelganger ! Can I cast away my fears and learn to accept my mysterious pale ghostlier side ? I had a dream where my body split into two people , both me , a light and a dark . I was the dark haired me , the natural me . The light haired was a spirit of me and she told me that I am me . So I meditated and read books on delving into the subconsious . Jung talked about the shadow self but I 'm the living proof of shadow . What about the light self ? So on stage , again as Juliet Capulet , I discovered my light self 's persona . She emerged within me on stage . She was the gentle and frightened timid Juliet who was often weeping and delicate as a flower . Too fragile and sick , I went backstage and tried to get rid of the light self . I emerged dark , my true self , and returned on the next scene with the aggressive tougher Juliet in character . We got a loud encore and lots of roses , with sweets and gold glitter . I delved deep into my light self to be the sweet natured Juliet and then reappeared as a stronger Juliet facing death with a shield maiden 's smile . That night I became white wolf self ! Maybe there are two wolves . Perhaps it 's true what some of the elder werewolves write about in their big old books , that a double self is a twin self , two people in one , with two spirits and two features . Or like the moon , full and eclipse with a side we see and another we don 't see . Whatever and whoever I am , there is two of me and I love it . As an actress I cherish both of me . Well this is my story and as a member of Fenrir 's Daughters , I wanted to tell the world . ( ( ( Fiction stories of Fenrir 's Daughters written by Rayne ) ) ) It 's Yule . I just wanted to share my story with you . My name is Crystal and I 've got the whitest hair and the strangest ability of all : transformation into a wolf . I can only do this during a full moon in Winter months , but not throughout the rest of the year . I think it 's because my parents are normal people but my maternal grandfather was a werewolf . I have the gene because my brother and sister don 't transform into wolves . They just get grumpy . Now it was a year ago , on December 24th night , that I transformed and ran off into the pine forest . I became my wolf self and feel no more cold . Unlike other nights , this was the weirdest night . I wasn 't able to speak to her or I would 've done . She turned and looked at me . There was no reaction for a while , and then she spoke in a voice with an echo . Was she trying to commit suicide exposing herself to the freezing cold ? I couldn 't allow that . I went closer and sat against her so that she could feel warm from my arctic fur . As if I didn 't notice it before , the lady had two pale almost transparent horns sticking out from her head . I didn 't need to know anymore . I didn 't want to be near her really after that . Being a werewolf means that I feel more sensitive to energies and I can sense if a person feels angry , sad or scared . I felt this lady was calm , and I just knew she was telling me the truth . I noticed that her eyes were luminous blue as electricity . She stared at me and I sensed a probing into my soul . Well I was out of there quickly . I ran home . The following day , the morning of 25th December , I went with my brother into the pine forest and he planned to do some skiing and so we headed to the base of the hill . I was going to sleigh down it , which is amazing . We passed the exact same spot where I visited as a wolf the night before . I could see the faint pawprints I 'd left the other night but a small layer of snow covered most of it . Where the lady had been was nothing . No footprints , no disturbance of snow . It was only when I opened a present given to me by my maternal grandmother that I was most shocked . It was a snowglobe and inside it was fake glittering snow , several tiny pine trees to look like a forest , a mini white wolf and a tiny fairy doll with horns . I stared at my gran and she smiled . " A woman came into my gift shop and insisted that I have it . She wanted me to give it to one of my granddaughters . I know you like the forest . " When she said that I felt a chill . Was that the same woman I encountered the night before ? That is something I 've not been able to answer . I 'm happy to tell you this story . Being in Fenrir 's Daughters has helped me learn so much about who I am and how others like me experience different things in their lives . ( ( ( Fiction stories of Fenrir 's Daughters written by Rayne ) ) ) After I returned home at 4 a . m . covered in dirt , I sneaked upstairs as quietly as I could . I had a nice warm shower and afterwards I went straight to bed . Then my sleep was cut short by my idiot mother shouting at me . Well I knew really , sort of , what I might 've done . But how did the local MP know and how did my parents know ? The only people who knew was me and my friends , who swore to secrecy . " The MP is Marielle Ice ! " mum raged with tears swelling in her eyes . She was angry but I could see that she was scared . Why did this particular Marieille Ice woman frighten the ordinary werewolves like my mum ? All I did was frighten a boy on a bike . Me and my werewolf friends didn 't want to hurt him , and we ended up tormenting a cat , then devouring a couple of squirrels . Now this boy that we scared off managed to film us , apparantly as the letter stated . My name is Ophira and I 'm 18 years old . I 'm a werewolf and hang out with my small gang of werewolf who I met at school . I 'm happy to share you this because being in Fenrir 's Daughters makes me feel confident to talk about these things . I just don 't want to see mum worried . ( ( The Fenrir 's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne ) ) All rights reserved . Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert . It was like butter , and tasted just similar . I spread it over the slice of bread and ate it with ease . It didn 't go well with black tea . I laughed when I did this because it was a sign of rite of passage to drink or eat blood . I 'm a 25 year old housewife and a werewolf . I 'm part of a secret club called Fenrir 's Daughters filled with lady werewolves like me . " It 's only pig blood , not human , " I told myself . That is what my friends said . I believed them . By morning I was home , and craving more blood sandwiches . I went into the butchers shop and bought 2 litres of blood . I returned home and stored it in the cooling fridge . Later I mixed some with my stew and ate that for dinner . I mixed a spoonful of the blood into melted cooking chocolate for cupcakes I was baking . I put on my prettiest ruffled dress with a waist bow , and sprayed my hair to keep it firm . I put on make - up . Yes I was sparkly and bright as a pristine housewife . I was just pleased with what I made . Some insist I 'm a vampire instead of a werewolf but what we have in common is that we 're monsters . I am not undead and I 'm not immortal . I can 't turn into a bat . Yet I turn into a wolf , and I am physically stronger than most people because of this family trait . The problem is , the only unsatisified person who doesn 't understand is my older sister who thinks I 'm pushing it too far giving blood hidden inside food to innocent people . She warned me about other werewolves who tricked people into eating stuff and they were cursed . She also told me about the alpha she - werewolf politician Marielle Ice , who would punish me if I was caught out . I didn 't want to lose my friends . I don 't want my husband to be disappointed in me . He used to always say my cooking was " bland " and " boring " until I sneaked blood in it . I visited my paranoid sister , named Caramel . She started at me over coffee and said : So the following day I stopped using the blood and instead I added sea salt and alcohol into the food . Disgusting , I thought . I didn 't want to eat it . Amazingly , my husband and our friends really liked it . It was bitter cold and I found the sun was a blood red colour in the grim sky . I 've never known a day like it . Such dark endless clouds , almost like the dreaded nuclear winter has come upon the world . It wasn 't though . It was something I can 't explain . There have been numerous lights over the hills for hours . Soundless falling stars without smoke . Nothing to show there had been fireworks or aircraft shows at all . Besides that , it was just vast wilderness across that way . Not very wise of me , but being curious and explorative , I went out to have a look . I walked miles over the dry grass that was frosted and damp . My boots were soaking and I was beaten . I turned back home and returned to the village . There wasn 't anymore mysterious lights . Then I journeyed across the fields in my dark wolf 's shape , feeling much more fitter and capable . It wasn 't of interest to me anymore but I wanted to know what was causing last night 's silent ghostly display . Finally , I came to a steep valley . Below were some tents , and a small group of people messing with bonfires . I went further down the slope to get closer . Surely these people were responsible for the silent fireworks , I wondered . I kept low and hid behind shrubs . Then I could hear their voices , and I pricked my ears to listen to what they were saying . " I told you ! " " Yes ! " " You keep saying it , man ! " " They won 't come back ! " I don 't know what they were talking about . I layed down and waited . And waited . Then I closed my eyes and I was soon drifting off to sleep . The bonfires were gone out and the men were snoring away in their tents . Flickering lights woke me from the gentle sway towards sleep . I opened my eyes , and I could smell something weird that reminded me of burnt biscuits . I could see glittering shapes in the air and they all looked like animals . I made out a horse , a cow , a hare , antelope , an eagle , lemur , a small cat , a large tiger , elephant , giraffe , rhino , tiny birds , a gorilla , chimp , snake coiling and uncoiling , fish ! I stood up and stared ! What are they ? I 've never seen anything like it before . So scared , I went back up the slope as fast as I could . I didn 't want to look back . I headed straight home and once I got into my house , I didn 't come out until morning . I was too scared to talk about it to anyone . I didn 't talk to my elderly grandmother who is cheerful and happy . I didn 't want to frighten her . I didn 't want to talk to my busy dad , a werewolf at night but an engineer in the day . I couldn 't mention it anyway because I was shaking from what I had witnessed . I plan to read books and find out what it was that I saw . Could the animals of the earth be in trouble ? Were their spirits trying to communicate ? I have to know . My name is Jewel and I 'm 21 years old . The story I shared is in confidence for I 'm too scared to talk to anyone outside Fenrir 's Daughters about it . Maybe someone in the club knows and can help me figure this out . ( ( ( Fiction stories of Fenrir 's Daughters written by Rayne ) ) ) It was really strange being on my own for the night . I could 've phoned my three friends , who are also werewolves . They were out as usual . Then I was disturbed by the sounds of the clocks , and I wonder why they still have those annoying things . I listened to the bats in the loft . I could hear distant cars . Someone 's loud TV in the street . I could even smell spices coming from doors away . It 's all too much . If I were human right now , none of this would bother me . I went downstairs and curcled up under the stairs as it blocks out the noise and smells . Then I suddenly sensed a cold . I didn 't like it and I moved away , hoping for comfort . I went into the dining room and crawled under the big oak table . It was even colder there . I went back upstairs and into my room where it was fine , and yet the noises and smells of spice came back . I didn 't mind this anymore , as long as I wasn 't cold . I wondered how I was able to feel so cold having thick fur as I do in my wolf 's shape . I twitched my pointed ears , and sniffed the air with my wet nose . I could smell frost but twinged with gnger . I wasn 't able to understand what it was . The door opened , and in came this shiny floating ball of light . The light floated towards me and I felt my fur stand up on end . I was baring my teeth . Then in an instant I saw a tiny girl with fluttering wings on her back . She had a bizarre giggle . " I can grant you a wish but you need to speak first , " she went . She flicked her hands and I was totally back to my human girl 's shape . She laughed . I got under the covers and wouldn 't come out . I fell asleep . Next morning I had a cooked breakfast , then put on my outdoor clothes . I went out for the weekend was sunny and snowy . I felt amazed by the experience of last night . Later on something bad happened to the house . It was as if a tornado struck it . There wasn 't a tornado , only our house collapsed ! I was in my room when the curtains fell off , the shelves and portraits all down on the floor . Downstairs the fridge had defrosted and left a puddle . The tables and chairs all broken . Then I was upset to notice all of my clothes were damaged , as the stitches were out . The books all torn out of the pages . The binding of every book was cut . The carpet was unfolded and unsecured . Nuts , screws , nails and bolts all scattered on the floor . The TV was smashed and every circuit fell out . The whole house was broken up and every brick was falling . Each window fell out of its wooden double glazed frame . The front door lock broke and off its hinges . The garden was under water from a burst pipe . The taps were all loose and running water . The shelves in the kitchen were all down and food released from bags . The oven broke . Gas poured out , and the electrics stopped working . " How could you do this to me ! " I cried one day in my new room . " I wanted the knots on my boots to go away . Not have everything I love to go away ! " A year has passed since I first saw her . It 's winter again and I sit here in my old room , as a werewolf . My parents renewed their vows and have gone out for second honeymoon . The only problem I have now is that I can 't get the tangles out of my hair , and I can 't untie all the knots in my boots . The buttons , laces and zippers on my clothes are stuck . My bed has merged into the floor . The new drain pipes have knotted by themselves and we 've got twisted trees in the garden , attracting creepy crawlies . I 'm Chandra and 18 years old . I 'm proud to be a member of Fenrir 's Daughters . Yes and I had to share my weird story to release it from my system . ( ( ( Fiction stories of Fenrir 's Daughters written by Rayne ) ) ) It happened . Oh no ! I made my kill , as a wolf . It was out of my control . There was nothing I could do to stop it . I was full of anger . I had to defend myself . It was me against a dozen . I fled the scene and raced through the forest as fast as I could go . I felt the pack running after me . I saw the red light of the dawn breaking along the horizon and night was coming to an end . There were small lights in the village now . I managed to leap through the open window of my house , and resumed my human shape . I closed the window and locked it . I locked my bedroom door , just in case . It all started when I was exploring the forest in my wolf 's shape , and I was ganged up on by other werewolves who I didn 't know . They were going to kill me . I backed away and often attempted to run , but they cornered me and bit at me . I knew the scent would trace back here . I put my parents and siblings at risk , but they 're like me also . I had one way to defend myself , and that was to kill the ring leader . I bit him hard , and we rolled around snarling , baring teeth . He didn 't seem to want to kill me . The others were very angry . The following day I was on edge . As soon as I left the house with my basket , to get mother bread and vegetables , I instantly felt paranoid . I was always looking over my shoulder . I bought mother the groceries , and went back outside . On my way to the police station , a sinister man confronted me . He was one of them . I could tell . I could smell it . He had piercing eyes , foul breath and messy unwashed hair . I was too scared to speak . He blurted out foul words and called me vulgar names . He groped me and tore my long skirts . I kicked him off , and threw a bottle at him . He shouted abuse , and I ran away . I ran to the police station . I 'm telling you the truth , and I 'll repeat myself over and over again . Yes , I killed that man in the forest , but only when I was a werewolf . Keep me in jail , I understand . Please don 't let those men harm my family . I would kill myself if anything happens to them . My name is Scarlet Rose and I 'm nineteen years old . I 'm part of the Fenrir 's Daughters , an international club for werewolf women and girls . Yes it 's against the law to kill , even in werewolf shape . By Rayne ( ( The Fenrir 's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne ) ) All rights reserved . Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert . The streets were dingy . I walked from the train station to the hotel , then back outside to get my bearings . A freezing air , full super moon , a perfect night to do an inspection . I became my wolf self , and knew that there was a curfew that night as I ordered it to be . Only a station guard was on duty , and he saw my shadow against the walls that night . I knew he was frightened because he didn 't come out of the ticket booth . The town was full of mysteries , including cold cases like these . People disappeared then found in terrible conditions days after they were reported missing . Their bodies were somewhat covered in " animal marks , " according to forensics but it doesn 't explain the knife wounds or the missing jewellery . One victim had his watch removed . It was more than just animals . I 'm not a police detective but I am a shapeshifter and my wolf side is clever . I know that the traces of old blood carry the whiff of other creatures like me . Back in my office , I pieced together documents and located the source of the killings . There was a gang of thuggish werewolves living in the town , often in trouble with the police . They had a lot to do with the mysterious killings and so they were arrested shortly after I notified the police with all the evidence . It was then that I sought about passing through legislation . We now have our own laws within the law . Even if we werewolves don 't exist in the eyes of the public , there is an official system in place for us as a community . We werewolves need to let the world know that we don 't stand for savage brutality . Gone are the days when werewolves just roamed the night , kidnapping and eating people . I say " Enough ! " My name is Marielle and I 'm thirtyone years old . I 'm in Fenrirs Daughters , a secret club for female werewolves and I 'm also a member of parliament . I 've been responsible for introducing new laws to curb violence from other werewolves . One night it was a new moon and I was the only person who could see . The lights had gone during a power cut . Everyone was in dark , the children screamed , men shouted . I took my chance to escape through a window and no one noticed . It was fortunate for me that the power grid stopped tonight , because I escaped from the evil . It 's hard to explain but I didn 't know what was going on . I felt a different urge to head back and rescue the other children . So I did . I leapt through the window withathletic skill and I bit the assailant closest to me . He yelled as I drew blood . Then the lights all switched back on . In total shock , I was caught out in the warehouse with the twenty children and a gang of our kidnappers . The men wore masks , and stared at me with wide eyes , but they had guns . I wanted to scream but it came out as a growl . The children screamed at me ! I jumped onto the man who fired at me , and I bit his throat . The kids all escaped . Shots were fired , and only my victim was catching the bullets . Somehow , I was able to dodge them . I went outside and needed to call for help . Instead , my voice was a howl . The kidnappers got into a van to go after all the children . Luck was definately on the children 's side , because the tyres were all flat and police showed up . This was how I discovered that I 'm also a wolf . I was just a kid , and living with my mother and two brothers when I was snatched from the street where I played . Now I 'm twentythree years old and a member of Fenrir 's Daughters , a private club for werewolf women and girls . ( ( ( Fiction stories of Fenrir 's Daughters written by Rayne ) ) ) It was a very cold night . The snow settled and I journeyed , in search . It was fruitless because I couldn 't find it anywhere . I lost a ring . My wedding ring , full of ice diamonds . I retraced my steps and returned to the house , with lights glowing and the fire keeping it warm . No one home , good . It was possible my ring can be indoors . I found it ! The ring was on the bottom of the stairs , perfect . Now I can slip it back on my finger and husband will be pleased . He wouldn 't know a thing . For five years , I 've hidden my true self from him . He doesn 't know what I am . Every full moon I become a wolf . It 's during last night that I transformed and lost my wedding ring . I couldn 't find it and when I became a woman , I had to wear lace gloves to hide the missing ring from my finger . I feel numb . That was me . I can 't help what I am . My instincts take over as wolf , and I 'm sorry to say that I 'm to blame for killing the animals . " Sell this wedding ring ! " I showed him the glittering ring on my finger . Husband kept the farm , and I sold the wedding ring . We got a fortune and husband replaced the dead animals with new livestock . Yet life on the farm has no success with a werewolf present . Every full moon the wolf side of kills the poor livestock . One night he caught me as a wolf on his land . Husband lifted his axe ready to kill me , and I noticed a complete change in him . Gone was the loving husband , and there was a monster who was far worse than I ever will be . I ran away and didn 't go back . He was not able to chase me . And as I keep running from my axe welding husband , I shall always think of my precious ring that saved his work . I can 't be kept as a farmer 's wife , or a nun . I am a werewolf and a free spirit . I 'm Larissa and a member of Fenrir 's Daughters . I needed to tell you this story because it happened centuries ago . Other members of Fenrir 's Daughters will tell you their tales . By Rayne ( ( The Fenrir 's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne ) ) All rights reserved . Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert . I 'm not a favourite to people because of my white hair and ice coloured eyes . They sense I 'm a monster . Every full moon I become a white wolf with perfect vision and sense of smell . I can feel free and not be contained here in the orphanage . Then I become human and imprisoned . One day they arrived and looked at me . For the first time , I was wanted by a childless couple who needed me . They took me back to their house and smothered me for days . My foster parents are rich , and they gave me a big room in the attic so I can play with all these toys . My new toys are a rocking horse , great big dolls house , puppets , dolls , teddies , board games , books , colourings and tiny robots . I feel there is something quite off about my foster parents . Then one morning after breakfast , I was allowed to play in their massive garden . It was full of trees . Then something shocked me . At the back of the garden , behind the shed , were headstones . So I asked my foster parents why they have headstones in their garden . " It 's there ready until you die , " my foster parents said smiling sweetly at me . I was scared . I knew there was something not right about them . So that night , as planned , I escaped into the wilderness and vanished from the horrible world of humans . I 'm now a member of Fenrir 's Daughters and shared my story with you . I hope you like it ? Other members of the club will tell you their life stories too . My name is Kat , short for Katrina and I 'm a member of the Fenrir 's Daughters club . I live in a village on top of a hill . This year is my final year at school , and then I 'll be free . On the way to school , I met some friends . We planned to trip in the woods down the hill and look for the stone people . These are ancient megaliths in the shape of humans , no one knows who put them there . Legend says the statues come to life every full moon . I don 't believe it . One night , we all shape shifted and set out as a pack of wolves . We ran down the moist grassy hill , leaving the village behind . Soon we located the group of small stout stones in the shape of smiling people . None of them moved . Typical local legends ! I sat down on a rock , and a lone wolf in the woods appeared . Not a werewolf , but a regular wild wolf , seeking for shelter and possible mate . The wolf was looking at me . The wolf didn 't come near and yet it seemed quite nervous . All of a sudden the wolf looked around and fled away into the woods . After it was gone , there was laughter all around in the woods . I got up and saw a dozen strange looking children playing through the trees . They were all very white as ghosts , including their eyes . I felt very cold inside and knew that I had to get away from here . So I ran away , returning up hill towards my village . I wanted to share this with you . ( ( The Fenrir 's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne ) ) All rights reserved . Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert . It was the first snow of December . I live with my aunt in a cottage , overlooking the valley that drops down to the silver river . There we catch fish and sometimes ducks . I 'm Poppy Darkmoon and 15 years old . My parents died in a fire when I was small . I don 't really remember them . Aunt is a widow and her only son is grown up and left to join the army . So it 's me and her . Now this cold morning I looked out the window and saw a fleet of colourful tiny boats moving along the river . There were loads of them . I put my coat and boots on , went outside and ran down the hill to the river bank . There were many many boats and they were all made of paper . I went back home to tell my aunt what I saw . " Poppy , those are rememberance boats made by children of the village , " she said . " Each boat is for a soldier who died in war , " she replied sadly . I know she was thinking of my cousin . He son in the army . I went upstairs to my room and opened my trunk full of toys and books . I found an empty scrap book with a different coloured pages so I tore out two sheets , one blue and the other pink . I folded them into boats , and went downstairs to show aunt . I went down the hill and placed each boat on the river . The water was gentle today and the tide was slow moving . I watched the two boats drift along , among the other boats for the dead soldiers . That night I became a wolf and went out , enjoying a run and howling in the night . But as wolf I noticed there was still paper boats drifting along the river . There must 've been millions of them . So many soldiers who lost their lives . And each boat would journey to the spirit world . I 'm a member of Fenrir 's Daughters , a club full of werewolf girls and ladies . I hope that you enjoyed this story as it 's the one I want to share the most . Others from Fenrir 's Daughters will tell you their stories soon . Hello . I 'm Zareen and I 'm 17 years old . For many years I 've always wanted to have this beautiful doll that always sat in a toy shop window . It had white ringlets , blue eyes and wore a pretty blue silk dress . My parents always promised to buy it for me . They never did . I waited each year but they said " Maybe it will come for your next birthday " and it didn 't ! Then after celebrating my seventeenth birthday , I was out under the moonlit sky . I just changed into my wolf 's shape and prowled the village and the woods . I soon came upon an object on the floor . It was a filthy doll covered in mud . I picked it up with my canine jaws and carried it back to the house . This doll had white ringlets , big blue eyes , and dressed in a silky dress . It was my doll ! The same doll that used to be sitting in the toy shop window ! I found her at last ! I was so happy . I didn 't hesitate to pick it up and throw it out the window . Before it landed , it burst into a ball of flames . The burning doll landed on the grass and turned into smouldering ash . This happened a few months ago . As I think of the doll I feel cold inside . I once loved it but then it tried to kill me . Perhaps mother and father were right not to get me that doll ? I belong to a secret club called Fenrir 's Daughters . You heard my story and others will tell you their stories . ( ( Written by Rayne , part of the " Fenrir 's Daughters " compilation stories ) ) . Nothing was awake in the village tonight . It seemed nothing was living . Just the rustling of dead autumn leaves , and moaning of branches in the wind . That 's all . And I 'm cursed here . Once , I spitefully stirred a pot mixed with beans and spices with added spiders , beetles and Psilocybe semilanceata magic mushroom . I was being very naughty . It was my darling 's special meal for his birthday . My fiance , Tavish Hunter , is 25 now . He wasn 't aware that I put some pieces of dead rabbit ash in his birthday cake earlier . I did it as a joke . He won 't know about the spiders , beetles and mushroom ! This will be a laugh . I poured the soup in the bowl when it was ready . As I was ready to carry it inside , a voice startled me . Standing behind the garden fence was a strange woman in white . Then she disappeared . I thought little of her threat , and considered that the stranger was mad or drunk . I didn 't care either way . My mistake . I carried the soup indoors , and laid it on the table . Tavish came into the room and hugged me . He smiled when he saw the soup . I started to giggle . Tavish sat down to eat . I watched him eating it up and then he started screaming . " Tara ! " " Tara ! " He was starting to see things . I burst out laughing . Tavish jumped around trying to escape furniture that he imagined was walking . Haha ! But then I felt a lot of pain . Suddenly I was screaming in agony and writhing on the floor . I never felt so much pain in my life . It was a horrible pain , as if I was being burned alive . Then quickly I felt alright , pain was all gone , except I was not me anymore . I was a wolf ! It was the first time that I became my new self . But my human self was gone forever . I never returned to my old self again . Days later , when Tavish came back well , he didn 't recognise me . He tried to shoot me dead with a rifle . I couldn 't stay . Men came after me and drove me out of the village . I couldn 't speak in my normal human voice anymore . I couldn 't tell them I 'm really Tara . I 'm Tara Blaze and that was my story . Sometimes when I look in a reflection , I can see my human Tara self looking back at me but she 's always laughing . The joke was all on me in the end . It was Winter , the icy leaves were crystalline and glittered in the faint red sun . A few hours earlier , I was feasting on breakfast in a warm kitchen . Now I was feeling so cold . A scream turned the air so frostier . It came from within the forest of pine . I didn 't want to go in there , not on my own without a weapon . Anything could get me in there . As it got someone else . No , I retreated . Maybe I would skip the journey to the river and go without fish for later on . Vegetables can do well for today . I saw the wooden cabin peering through the trees up a slope and it made me smile . I went into the house and shook my fur . I would have to sweep it up later . Returned to my human form , I locked the front door . I opened the cupboards to grab some cake but it was just crumbs . I looked in the larder , and it was just a scrawny carrot and an onion . Was that all that was left ? I could make a soup with that , I suppose . I looked out of the window . I felt so alone . What was that ? It might 've been the same scream that I heard in the forest . I can 't be sure . I closed the curtains . I went to the kitchen and boiled some water . I started to chop up the carrot . There it was again ! I jumped and nearly cut my finger on the knife . The scream ! I peered through the curtain and saw a dark shadow hovering near the window . I was filled with panic . A shadow spectre ! I can 't believe this was here ! Why me ? I started to chop at the onion , and felt my eyes sting . No one likes onions . I put some of the chopped onion in a small bowl and carefully unlocked the door . I opened it very slowly and made the gap wide enough for me to put the bowl of onion outside onto the step . Then I quickly slammed the door shut and locked it . I was panting and trembling . Then screams from outside made me jump with fright until I was not my human self . I was a wolf . I wasn 't afraid now but it was wise to keep indoors . The shadow spectres live in the forest and kill anyone and anything that goes near them . This one followed me as it was determined to get me . They kill werewolves . I looked out of the window with my wolf 's shape , and saw that the shadow spectre was dissolving into smoke . Haha ! Got it ! Onions are poison to shadow spectres . I waited for a while , and returned to my human shape . Once back into my human form , I grabbed some more chopped onions . I opened the front door and flung it at the shadowy smoke . Little bursts of violet coloured lights broke out , and with a loud Pop , the shadow and smoke was gone . I went back inside , picked up the pot of boiling water and threw it across the front door step right where the shadow spectre once hovered . I went indoors and locked the door again . Was I too afraid to go out ? Would I ever be free to take a trip down to the river ? Will I be safe to venture into the village and buy goods ? Yay . Now I know how to dispose of the shadow spectres , I always arm myself with a string of onions and a basket of spring onions at the ready . My name is Abigail Star and that was my story . I 'm a werewolf girl and 17 years old . I used to live with my mamma , who 's now in hospital fighting cancer , and now I look after the house . Sometimes my aunt , uncle and cousins visit me . I study in school in the village every Monday ( Moon Day ) and I work making clothes for werewolf children of the village . Some call me Star because of a diadem on my forehead that I ; ve always had since I was small . This diadem lights up when I 'm in my wolf 's shape . It was a gift from my late grandmother . She said that I was a carrier of magic . There 's still much to learn . Thanks for visiting my blog . I study folklore and I post lots of ideas , theories and projects about history , fairytales , paranormal and myths on my blog . Also my short stories are found here . Please don 't claim my stories as your own . Short note : Happy New Year ! I hope everyone has a great 2017 . I 've not been posting much lately , been on haitus from blog for a whil . . .