Fenrir's Daughters: Haru Mun'ookami

Hello.
My name is Haru and I come from Japan. Ever since I was very little I knew that I was part of the mysterious Moon Wolf clan. I only had to see what happened to my parents to know this was my destiny and it was frightening for me back then. Children are afraid of monsters. Now I'm a monster.
Every full moon I'm no longer Haru the girl but Haru the Moon Wolf. I turn into a lunar white wolf, and can see much better than I do as a human. My senses are stronger. My body is different. I'm more powerful as a wolf but as a girl, I'm fragile as a paper doll.
In some werewolf traditions of far eastern Asia, families associate each of us werewolves with a rock and a plant. The rocks are associated with the werewolf, and plants with the human side. My family have made my wolf side associated with the gemstone beryllonite, and for my human self with the flower sakura cherry blossom. The beryllonite represents my Haru Moon Wolf side. Sakura cherry blossom represents my human self.
I have no sisters, just two young kid brothers, who are in school. I left school a while ago.
My parents wish for me to marry a man from the Forest Wolf clan. He's in his late twenties, very handsome and he can summon fire and water from thin air like a sorcerer. He and his family come from Aokigahara, a dark place that I hope never to enter. If we marry, I don't want to be in there.
I don't think I want to marry him yet. It's too early to debate about this with my parents. Now I've come to Europe as a tour with a dancing group, and met a very handsome werewolf named Azure. We like eachother and he comes from an ordinary suburban werewolf background. I've seen his home and family. They're lovely people, except that his three kid sisters have been quite rude towards me but still they're all pretty and full of energy.
One day, my handsome werewolf friend Azure came to see me in the room I was renting. He seemed flushed.
"What's the matter Azure?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it," he said. What was there to worry about? There had to be something.
His eyes were so shiny and yellow as the sun. His golden hair was emitting heat.
"My sisters are trying to come between us," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked, smiling. It was all funny. What could those three little girls want to interfere with my friendship with Azure?
"They believe you're going to betray me with someone else in Japan."
I laughed.
How did those kids know about my parents contemplating on marrying me off to a Forest Clan werewolf? They hadn't really talked about it with anyone except me.
"Ignore them," I assured Azure.
We went out for some nice food in a restaurant. We ate squid. It rained and we kissed under my lacy umbrella. There was rain and clouds that night during a full moon and we transformed in quiet together. For days it was like harmony and bliss. During the day I was working with the dance troupe and in the evenings I spent it with Azure.
At the weekend, I was taken to Azure's home to meet his family again. His parents like me. I could tell that the sisters were up to no good.
"I will be going home next week and I don't think Azure will come with me", I told the sisters. "We shall write to eachother".
The sisters found it funny. They said "He'll grow bored with you!"
Honestly, the sisters are very clever, but they've got me all wrong. It's their brother who they should concetrate worry about, as he is adventurous and a hunter. I don't know what the future will bring for us. Only fate can tell.
I don't want any bad blood here so before I leave Europe, I give Azure's family a thankyou gift of flowers. As I wave goodbye, and kiss Azure goodbye, the sisters of Azure gaze at me from their upstairs tower window. I could sense nothing but mischief and playfulness about them. One day they will grow to be very interesting, powerful women werewolves.Do I wish to be part of Azure's family and be object of the sisters fun and games? Or do I marry a werewolf from the sinister forest?

((The Fenrir's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne))
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Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert.

Fenrir's Daughters: The Blaze Sisters

The three girls had their own bedrooms in the black Victorian house. They lived there with their parents and older brother.
Just outside the house, when the moon was full, the girls enjoyed playing dark astronomy in the tree house until midnight. Father implemented werewolf rules, ordering them inside near dawn, and keeping the girls within the walls of the property even if they transformed.
"I bring home the bacon," father said.
"And I help dad with hunting!" added their brother.
"I stay in the house protecting you three" mother always said musically.
The three girls were bored.
"When can we come with you?" asked Jade, the tallest of the three sisters.
"When you're older and stronger," growled father.
Jade was inquisitive, and at fourteen years of age, she was already five foot seven. Her yellow eyes sparkled like her mother's. She had pale blonde hair, almost similar to the full moon's glow in the garden fishpond. She asked too many questions.
Pamela was sixteen and the most loudest and wildest of the girls. She often howled, screamed, yelled, swore and cussed. It made her angry because she wanted to frighten the local cats in the neighbourhood but her parents didn't allow her to go outside at night. During the day, she chased cats, wild hares, deer and birds. Her hair was deep red like her father's hair.
Golden haired Amy was fifteen. She had knowledge of the occult inherited in her, passed down through generations of Witch Wolves, with the wisdom and magical abilities of a lycanthrope sorceres. She couldn't teach this to her sisters because it didn't work even if they tried.
It was Amy who convinced father to let her go with him during a hunting night. The two other sisters were not allowed. Did Pamela and Jade envy Amy? No. They each had their own way. Pamela enjoyed being silly, causing trouble, argueing, making jokes and telling stories. She was popular at school and loved hiding her werewolf secret from her human friends. She loved partying and having fun, and most of all she didnt care about hunting nghts. Jade loved reading books. She had big dreams of becoming an astronaut!
The girls were individuals and had their own personalities but together, they ganged up on their big brother Azure and made fun of him. He was strong, in his twenties, and didn't care what his sisters said to him. All he wanted was to meet the beautiful Haru again, his werewolf alpha princess girlfriend from Japan. He regarded his sisters as just stupid children.
The three girls went into the tree house another night. Pamela opened a bag of beef flavoured cookies, while her sisters drew pictures in books.
"What are you both doing?" Pamela asked.
"I'm just finishing my homework," sighed Jade.
Pamela and Amy laughed. They knew that Jade was fibbing. She was drawing pictures of handsome boys and spaceships. Amy was drawing stars and scribbling numbers. She counted something, and her sisters didn't understand her inner work, because it was magical and occult.
"What's Amy up to?" asked Jade.
"I'm interested in the princess that Azure is seeing."
"Is that what you're writing about?" Pamela asked now.
 Amy continued counting, and it was minutes until she answered the question. "Sort of."
It was her ability to understand magic, foresight and numerology that told her that princess Haru was not for Azure. Haru was from a powerful family protected by lunar energy in the form of great extinct animals. Haru was destined to be married to another, by her family's own choosing. For the present time, Haru was teasing their brother Azure because he was a thrill.
"It's not good," Amy told her sisters. "Haru is untrustworthy."
The sisters discussed ways of going about telling Azure to forget Haru. They settled on chatting with him over breakfast. It would not be easy. He might not listen to them.
All three sisters are of the Blaze family and they, along with their mother, are in Fenrir's Daughters, a vast international club for werewolf women and girls.
  
((The Fenrir's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne))
All rights reserved. 
Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert.

Fenrir's Daughters: Ruby Starblood

They howled the night when my mother died.
She had been my world, and I loved her so much. She kept me safe, felt so warm.
Then the men came to the house and dragged her out into the freezing night. Then my mother and the bad men became wolves. They all killed her.
After that dreadful night, my grandmother came to look after me.
Today I sit in the dimly lit room in a tower that I rent. Its snowing outside and Spring was meant to start. The pearls in my jewel box are all I have of my dear mother. I am alone. Grandmother passed when I was thirteen, so I was sent to live in a childrens home. I kept my ability to shapeshift as under wraps as I could, but people were very suspicious.
The adults wondered why I went out each full moon and disappeared. I know why but I didn't tell them. I couldn't remain in the house! Then by dawn, transformed back into a human teenage girl in a nightie and dressing gown, I often returned to the house through an open window in the kitchen, sneaking in and hiding, or I went up into the tree house in the garden. Yes, I got caught in the kitchen many times. I pretended I had sleep walking problems.
But now I'm 21 and I listen to the wolves howling. Those are not really wolves, but werewolves. They're doing this again. I'm certain it's because of me. Ever since my mother died, those howls coninue each full moon as a reminder. It's a warning. The werewolf community are ruthless, because the local alphas in charge are very brutal.
If your parents were criminals, then you're a targetted individual. As my parents were in trouble with the law, and executed by other werewolves, I'm under the radar forever. This is how it is. These werewolves who hound me let me know they're onto me in subtle ways. I can be walking down the street on my way to work and someone will follow me.
They spy on me only because my mother was a widow who knew something about the alphas. My father was killed when I was a baby, because he was involved in serious business with the alphas. My grandmother told me that he was executed, and so was my mother. I'll never know what was going on.

((The Fenrir's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne))
All rights reserved. 
Copyright © 2016 Rayne Herbert.