All Chapters of A Howl In The Night: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The  wind swirls around a stick-thin girl, shoving the rain into her face so thatit slaps at her cheeks. She is minuscule, short and skinny, her eyes a brilliantgreen that shines like emeralds. However, thick glasses hide their spectacularbeauty, with lenses that dull her eyes' brightness and color. Her soft, wavy hairis a startling red, cutting off abruptly at the shoulders, giving her a childlike faceto match her childlike body.She is sitting, her thin dress sticking to her soaked skin as the rain poundseven more determinedly on her form, on the muddy ground. Thunder roarsover her head, crackles of lightning striking the air. All she sees is darkness.For her, there is nothing but darkness.She knows she is in danger of dying. The lightning is close, and if one treecatches on fire, the whole forest will burn. She has nowhere to hide if thathappens, no one to call for help. Her cell p

Good Thing?* The afternoon air is crisp and cold, dancing along a tiny girl's bareshoulders as she rolls down the windows. She shivers slightly as the air turnsinto a rushing wind, slapping at her cheeks. Angered by its sudden force, sherolls up the window quickly, lunging at her beautiful mother for comfort."Now, now, sweet child, calm down," the goddess says, the words meltinglike butter through her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green asa meadow on a bright summer day. Her daughter has the same features,sharing almost no likeness with her dad. However, the girl is blessed with herfather's enchanting, hearty laugh and quiet personality.The girl is sniffling in the woman's embrace, reveling in the warmth the ladygives. Now she is not crying because of the ferocious wind, but because of theforeboding laced through the air, the foreboding only she can sense. I

*Betrayal*  ~ Xavier ~ "You really think I should?" I ask, peering into Jake's deadly serious eyes."Well, we don't want your fans to boycott the club just because you aren'tthere anymore," he replies plainly, "this way, you can deal with them yourself.""Fine," I huff, "but you better not auction me off in secret while I'm there. Iknow you... you'll do anything for a bit of extra cash." Jake is our moneyman,business-like with a wild side. I have absolutely no idea why the girls like him.Obviously they can tell that the green wads of paper in their hands appealmore to him than they do."Don't worry, I'm not inhuman enough to do that... but that's a great thoughtthough. Imagine! We'd make 100,000 bucks off you for your last auction.They'd all be bidding like crazy," Jake dreamily says, brushing a hand throughhis short, crystal white hair.Without

*People Are Like Ants... They Always Follow Their Queen*  A purple sun is cast over dark, blood red waters, whispers of screams stillclamoring to leave the horizon. A castle like a shadow lays at the edge of thelake, the color of the night. True terror is in the air, mixed with fear, pain, andlonging.A man paces back and forth in a dingy room, muttering words that shouldnot be repeated. Bookcases stretch across each wall, a single door creatingthe only gap. Soft chairs as soft as silk are lying about, and a minuscule coffeetable is set in the middle of it all. Only one other person is in the room, listeningattentively to every sentence he spits out after a string of expletives."I can't believe this has happened..." the man, face unknown, turns to hiscompanion, "I made a huge mistake.""Everyone makes mistakes," the slightly gray-haired, stubby man the size ofa dwa