Disclaimer: I don't own Goosebumps; it is the sole property of Scholastic Books and its writer, RL Stine. Though this story is an FMH adaptation of Shadows of Love or Age of Shapeshifters, done by Gabeherndon308 and Syfyman2xxx on Deviantart. Enjoy
Even a man who is Pure of Heart, and says his Prayers by Night
May become a Wolf,
When the Wolfsbane Blooms, and the Autumn Moon is Bright
Long ago, before the Age of Kaguya, the Princess of the Moon… there was… the Comet.
And with it, an otherworldly force beyond scientific understanding or rational thought. A force that brought about madness and monsters that existed before God decreed Light within the universe. But the rock that brought this Force and monsters to this world, also brought with it hope.
Energies within the rock imbued the first two beings a blessing in the form of a virus, bonding their bodies with the energies, strengths and weaknesses, but forms of the first two creatures that they came into contact. One of Power and Blood, the other of Fang and Light.
These were the first two Vampires and Werewolves that came in time.
And with them also the power to turn others.
With this chance, they formed armies to banish the Force back to the abyss beyond the stars. But in its absence, its influence managed to cause the two to fight one another without the common enemy to fight over. And thus the two forces divided, becoming enemies in the Shadows. In time, Vampires and Werewolves were hidden in shadows and myth, becoming legend like any other parts of the world that were older than the Earth itself.
Always hidden in Shadows… but not forgotten.
Year: 2022
Location: Jericho Springs, Washington
The forest of the Logging town turned city town was thick. The trees stretching far as the eyes could see, even among the mountains of the Rocky Mountains. Some say the trees were so thick in their branches and leaves, that no sunlight ever touched the roots. The only thing visible that could even pierce the light of it was the moon, as it shined bright and full tonight.
Which also made it perfect for those nearby to try and hunt something.
Hidden in a perfect camouflage of bushes with a bush disguise was a male hunter, sporting a rifle in hand. He had been hunting a particular target for some time and found it. A buck with antlers as magnificent as its presence as it grazed nearby. He'd been tracking it all day, and finally found his quarry, doing his best to go unseen; disguising himself, staying away from the winds for it to pick up his scent, etc. And tonight, as he aimed his rifle at his quarry, it was assured.
His finger easily slowly pulled back on the trigger, the bullet ready to strike at the beast's jugular to make it bleed out. In the startlement, the beast would run, panicking, and he'd follow after it, until it bled out, and then once it was down, he'd finish it off with a heart and head shot.
But then…
The Buck blinked, and then bolted, as the hunter blinked, "Huh? What the…?"
ROOOOOAR!
A sudden roar shot out, as it spooked the hunter out enough to stumble in the open, as he blinked, looking around as he stumbled to grab or aim the rifle out. He freaked out even more, as he heard growling, and a pair of Night vision eyes glaring at him. From the shadows, slowly coming out was a massive mountain lion. It looked at the hunter with a sense of territorial instincts, and even more so… hunger. It was quite possible this beast… was a maneater.
The hunter lbinked as he tried to get his rifle out, as it slowly started to make its way to him. But it then began to go after him. He finally got the rifle out, as he shouted, only to see it was closing him at him with claws and fangs bared. There was no way the rifle could hit it in a fatal position… it was too late, as the hunter paled for what was to come.
But suddenly, a red blur shot out, smashing the mountain lion to one of the nearby trees. It attempted to get back up, but then suddenly, the red blur pounced at it, as it struggled to fight back. But then suddenly, it took a loud gargled gasp, as it suddenly struggled less and went limp. The hunter realized that whatever it was had teeth, and went for the jugular, killing it.
Once the blur was done, the hunter began to notice from the lack of movement, it was slowly taking shape, as a bit of the moonlight illuminated the spot. He could tell the create was slender but powerfully built, and on hind legs and wagging its tail, as its hands were carefully…
'What the… hands?' the Hunter thought, as it began to rise up… on two legs. Then, the hunter blinked as to what saved his life.
It was a six foot werewolf. A female from the build, which was in best ways to describe it being a teenage amazon supermodel body, with a small muscle build, showing a flat stomach, powerful but slender legs, with hind feet ending in four digited toes with black claws. The arms were small muscle built as well, with tuffles of fur on the forearms looking like furry spikes, with five fingers on her hands, including the thumbs, each with black claws on them. A long red tail that gently brushed the ground at her feet. Her ears were lupine and long, resting between the sides and top of her head, with a head of blood red hair that reached her mid back, looking wild. Her nose was more of a shortened muzzle, giving her a feminine feature to it, and a pair of glowing yellow eyes looking at him. Though I think the two things that shot out the most… was her blood red fur that seemed to glow in the moonlight whenever it dimly illuminated her. And another… was her impressive DD cup breasts that seemed perky nonstop and apart from her build.
To which the hunter blinked, "Eh wha…?"
The female werewolf then blinked, realizing she was spotted, and then grabbed the Lion, as she bolted, leaping at the trees and going parkour to speed up from tree to tree as she leapt far into the darkness, disappearing from sight.
The hunter blinked, as he stood up, and looked around, and sighed, "I need to hunt somewhere else. Or stop drinking."
And then next thing he knew, he was off, walking away from all this madness. While in the distance above the canopy, with the full moon shining out as it glowed its mysterious power. And in the far reaches of the mountains, either covered at the tip in snow or blanketed in trees, howling was heard. Great howling that echoed through the trees. It said only one thing: this land belonged to the wolves.
Full Moon High: Shadow of Love