Feeling Wolfish (M for F)

[IrishWolf]

I’ve had a craving for story about a werewolf or werewolves. Had a few ideas cross my mind. If any of them interest you and you’d like to brainstorm about them, feel free to send me a PM.

Idea 1
An isolated village, as dark secret, hidden away in the forest. Kept underground, in cells of stone and iron, bound by chains and wards, is the living embodiment of primal rage and base desires, a werewolf. One is born every generation, the babe marked with a wolf’s paw birthmark and shut away by their thirteenth birthday. No one goes to see them, not unless the village faces a terrible danger or is in great need, for to keep the beast from rampaging, a bargain must be struck and a sacrifice made. A young person, to feed one of the werewolf’s desires be it for flesh or for a mate.


Idea 2
The world is dangerous, even for a monster. The modern age has brought about the end for many of humanity’s nightmares and fears. Once frail humans now weld weapons so powerful, they might as well be gods. Governments and private organizations hunt down the things, which go bump in the night. The only safe place is in the wilderness. Which is where one young female werewolf/other creature was trying to reach, when hunters caught up with her. Luckily, she was close enough to the territory of a old werewolf, that help arrived in just the nick of time.


Idea 3
It had killed her grandfather and her father and now it was hunting her. Her family line was that of werewolf hunters but she was the hunt now. Untrained but knowing that a beast was out for her, she sought out a bodyguard to protect her from the night, unknowingly hiring the very creature, which slain her kin. She grew close, when he did protect her from another monster from the dark but that only made his reveal that much more shocking.


Idea 4
Werewolves have always had to keep secret, ever since the Church of Rome, rose to power. Fanatics and professional hunters, still seek that packs remain. It has grown harder and harder to get fresh blood, as gathers keep being found and destroyed. The internet, rather than making things easier, has only made it harder, as the elder live in fear, that any online group will be hacked or some hunter will slip in and learn their location. In one isolated pack, things have gotten so bad, the only mates available are at the best, cousins. For one female, there isn’t a choice and she decides to risk the wrath of her elders and revealing the pack to hunters, in order to bring an ordinary human into the paranoid world of werewolves. It will be like balancing on a knife edge, as she wants to love this human but must be willing to kill him, if he can’t keep her secret or isn’t willing to be turned.