Hair of the Wolf by Peter J. Wacks

Author:Peter J. Wacks [Wacks, Peter J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban
Publisher: WordFire Press
Published: 2014-10-29T08:00:00+00:00

2011

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Lilith

Lilith pushed through the door of the truck ethereally and stroked the young man’s arm. “Feel the night rising in you. The power of creation. The power of eternity. Feel what infinite darkness is really like.”

He shuddered in his heroin induced sleep.

“Feel the soul of eternity within you. Hunt. Stalk. Know that the whole of creation is only half of what you are. Find her, Travis. Find her. Hunt the hunt, hunt our own soul, but find her instead. Find the one that will give you true power.”

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Robert Crowley Sr. & Peter Criss

The spring morning was crisp, but the sun shone on the streets of New York, warming Robert. The city smelled of spring, though his nose had to fight past the olfactory deluge of car fumes and humanity to find the scent. Robert toyed with the talisman. This meeting with Peter Criss was his last errand before giving it up. Events around Robert were finally drawing to a close, and it was time to pass the thread to his grandson.

A smile crossed his features. His grandson, Robert Crowley the 3rd, Bobby, was so like Robert himself as a child. With the notable exception of sexual orientation. Bobby was only 14, and hadn’t figured it out yet, but Robert was sure the boy would be coming out of the closet soon. All he could do was try and give his grandson a safe and nurturing environment so that Bobby didn’t feel like he had to hide who he was.

The social stigmas concerned Robert. Bobby was going to inherit a millennia long war, and the boy needed security in who he was—and strength enough to make decisions that would shape the world. Feeling like a social pariah was not acceptable, even if Bobby wasn’t the next generation of combatant in this war.

Robert double checked the address. This was the place. He walked up a short flight of stairs and knocked on the brownstone’s door.

There was a shadow behind the glass paneling and then the door swung open. The man that answered the door was in his mid-sixties, lanky, and had an unruly mop of black hair. He reached a hand forward. “Bob Crowley, I assume? You’re late.”

Robert felt incredible power in the other man’s handshake. “Sorry. It took me a few to figure out the streets. Not used to the East Coast.”

“I admit, I was surprised when the church reached out to me to organize a meeting with you. I’d always heard you didn’t travel from the Midwest much.” Peter stepped to the side. “Come on in.”

Robert walked in and the two headed to the living room. It was a spacious house with relics of a lifetime in Jazz and Rock covering the walls.

They sat and Robert leaned forward. “Peter. I need to know where the werewolf child you adopted out in nineteen seventy-seven is.”

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Elizabeth Bathory

Music thrummed through the club. The overpowered beats of Lady Gaga reverberated through the jungle beat the DJ was spinning, guiding the sweating and undulating bodies of dozens of dancers.

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