WE ARE WOLVES

 

WE ARE WOLVES

We are wolves.

We are one.

We hunt together.

Play together.

We are one.

Stay away.

Stay clear.

And stay alive.

 

THE DEAD GAME BOOK 3 is being written.

Werewolves fight vampires in Oasis, Florida.

Who will win the battle?

 

 

COME WITH ME

 
 
Guess who?
It’s me, honey.
I’ve had a long day at work.
It’s made me feel grumpy.
I feel changed in some way.
Do my hands feel furry?
They look furry to me.
All of a sudden I’m hungry.
Hungry for you, my darling.
Come with me and
we’ll dance into the night.
The night holds mystery and
adventure for us.
There are creatures who walk the night.
Come with me…

WHERE IS THE BIG BAD WOLF?

whitechapelwitch:</p> <p>»x«</p> <p>Where is the big bad Wolf?<br /> Has Charles Wolf run away or as he turned?<br /> He could now be a vampire or maybe even a wolf?<br /> Anything can happen in this strange town.<br /> We must be careful.<br /> Don’t trust anyone you meet for<br /> anyone could be a traitor.<br /> We must hold steady against THE DEAD.<br /> THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist</p> <p>

whitechapelwitch:

»x«

Where is the big bad Wolf?

Has Charles Wolf run away or as he turned?

He could now be a vampire or maybe even a wolf?

Anything can happen in this strange town.

We must be careful.

Don’t trust anyone you meet for

anyone could be a traitor.

We must hold steady against THE DEAD.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

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EXCERPT OF THE DEAD GAME

EXCERPT OF THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST The noose was beckoning Louise from inside the gazebo. She had to enter, whether she wanted to or not. The game was set and ready to be played.      While the drama was being played out by the group upstairs, Mike, David, and Louise were running for their lives through the backyard, past the dark and empty pool that was illuminated from above by yellow lights.      The sky above End House lit up with bright flashes of light mixed with loud rumblings of thunder. Red flashing lights streamed through the night sky, followed by bright yellow pulses of light. In contrast, the sky over the rest of the town remained dark and quiet.      Louise noticed black shapes creeping toward them on the pool deck. She fled down the steep stairs to the beach with Mike and David following close behind. She heard David screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the face of the mountain. Hard objects swiped at her, almost causing her to lose her balance a few times on the slippery stone steps. But  continued on, refusing to look back over her shoulder to face what or who was attacking them.      She dashed along the beach, feeling as if mounds of sand were being thrust in her face. On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face—like skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.     Louise ran down Main Street.  She felt all alone. The streets quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. She saw candles flickering inside the gazebo. She felt her body being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights. The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches at her face and around her feet, but still she was being propelled forward.      The gazebo, appearing pretty and tranquil during the day, looked ethereal and unfamiliar to her in the light of the candles. Somehow, the circle of light remained firm and unwavering despite the violent storm raging all around her. She entered the lit circle…all the while knowing that she had just signed her death sentence. She had no control over her actions any longer; she was like a puppet on a string being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.      When she was positioned at the precise center of the circle of candles, dark shapes—similar to the ones that had been stalking her for weeks—appeared around the perimeter of the gazebo. They began circling her. As they circled faster and faster, a strong current of air lifted her up high under the roof of the gazebo. She felt a noose being wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it being tugged tighter and tighter until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.      Without any air left in her lungs…with the world spinning around her…she watched as the shadows slowed down and took on distinct human forms. The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes, glaring up at her. They were chanting in an unfamiliar language. They were clothed in long black robes, their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow. Long metal chains hung from their necks with huge gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.      One member of the group—taller and much larger than the rest—lifted arms up high to heaven or down to hell below. In response, the winds turned wilder and more violent, moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader. Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness, but she knew that it was too late for her or the town. http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

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EXCERPT OF THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

The noose was beckoning to Louise from inside the gazebo. She had to enter, whether she wanted to or not. The game was set and ready to be played.

While the drama was being played out by the group upstairs, Mike, David, and Louise were running for their lives through the backyard, past the dark and empty pool that was illuminated from above by yellow lights.

The sky above End House lit up with bright flashes of light mixed with loud rumblings of thunder. Red flashing lights streamed through the night sky, followed by bright yellow pulses of light. In contrast, the sky over the rest of the town remained dark and quiet.

Louise noticed black shapes creeping toward them on the pool deck. She fled down the steep stairs to the beach with Mike and David following close behind. She heard David screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the face of the mountain. Hard objects swiped at her, almost causing her to lose her balance a few times on the slippery stone steps. But she continued on, refusing to look back over her shoulder to face what or who was attacking them.

She dashed along the beach, feeling as if mounds of sand were being thrust in her face. On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face—like skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.

Louise ran down Main Street.  She felt all alone. The streets quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. She saw candles flickering inside the gazebo. She felt her body being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights. The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches at her face and around her feet, but still she was being propelled forward.

The gazebo, appearing pretty and tranquil during the day, looked ethereal and unfamiliar to her in the light of the candles. Somehow, the circle of light remained firm and unwavering despite the violent storm raging all around her. She entered the lit circle…all the while knowing that she had just signed her death sentence. She had no control over her actions any longer; she was like a puppet on a string being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.

When she was positioned at the precise center of the circle of candles, dark shapes—similar to the ones that had been stalking her for weeks—appeared around the perimeter of the gazebo. They began circling her. As they circled faster and faster, a strong current of air lifted her up high under the roof of the gazebo. She felt a noose being wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it being tugged tighter and tighter until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.

Without any air left in her lungs…with the world spinning around her…she watched as the shadows slowed down and took on distinct human forms. The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes, glaring up at her. They were chanting in an unfamiliar language. They were clothed in long black robes, their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow. Long metal chains hung from their necks with huge gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.

One member of the group—taller and much larger than the rest—lifted arms up high to heaven or down to hell below. In response, the winds turned wilder and more violent, moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader. Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness, but she knew that it was too late for her or the town.

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THE DEAD GAME — DAY 110

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The town of Oasis was becoming dangerous at night for the residents. Dark shadows were stalking the young people. Linda and her friend, Shana, had to find out what was happening to their town before more of their friends disappeared.

“The only one remaining is Shirley. At least she likes to talk and gossip about everyone,” said Linda.
“We still don’t know if this is the real Shirley, or just a good cover.” Shana looked over her shoulder and made one of her creepy faces.
“You’re beginning to sound like one of my mystery books. Now I won’t have to read them because we are faced with a mystery of our own.” Linda signed before opening the door to Shirley’s store.
“I’m just becoming more cynical and paranoid,” replied Shana.
Shirley looked genuinely happy to see them: jumping up, directing them to sit at her couch. Her office was homey-looking and she always acted very grandmotherly to them.
“I’m so happy to see you girls. I hardly ever get visitors.” Shirley was looking nervous for some reason.
“Are you attending Diane’s party? I hope it turns out better than that dreadful party at End House,” asked Linda.
“We weren’t invited to this party, but we really wanted to be at one of Diane’s famous events,” added Shana.
“All of Diane’s parties turn out so nice. Both of you can come as my guests. We dress up, eat, and dance. What could be bad about that?”
“We’d love to join you,” Shana said and then politely asked, “Should we pick you up on the way?”
“You can pick me up at 8:45 at my store,” answered Shirley very sweetly. Maybe too sweetly. She seemed very eager to have them as her guests—almost as if she had thought about this before and had something planned for them. Now I’m the one being paranoid: Shirley has never done anything to make us doubt her innocence before.
“We’ll see you tomorrow night,” said Linda before leaving the store.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 104

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THE DEAD GAME — DAY 104

     After Linda and David were gone, Todd quietly asked Sam, “Is everything under control? Can we keep this contained, with everything else that has happened? People are getting too suspicious. This last killing has raised questions about vampires.”

     “I’ll keep it contained…I have no other choice. Maybe someone from our group has turned. This has to involve more than one person. This time bite marks have been left behind on a body fully drained of blood. The culprits are either getting more careless, or else they are leaving behind clues because they want to be found out. It’s getting harder and harder to cover up the bodies.”

     “I’d like to find the guilty party before Diane’s next meeting. We must deal with this situation quickly and quietly,” said Todd.

     He decided that this was a good time to update Sam of recent events in town. He pulled Sam away from the other police officers who were busy examining the crime scene. He began, “I almost lost Linda this week!  She was attacked in the ocean. I wasn’t able to identify the swimmer, since he was wearing a wet suit with a mask. He looked tall and muscular. Unfortunately, this description fits most of the men from town, except for Carl, who is much too skinny. In addition, her store had been almost destroyed by an earthquake-like force, but there had been no earthquake or tremor of any kind in town that day.”

     Sam was shocked to hear of these new developments. “This situation is growing worse by the day. Shana also had a life-threatening incident. In the middle of the night I found her balanced on the ledge of the church’s tower…looking like she was about to jump off. Only after I shouted her name a few times did she finally notice me and move away from the edge. Afterward, she claimed that she’d been hypnotized. I don’t understand how she could’ve been hypnotized if I’d been with her the whole evening…just outside her bedroom door where she’d been sleeping….”

     “I agree. It had to be someone with great powers, who was able to hypnotize someone against their will, and from a good distance. If he’s from the splinter group, then this will continue to grow worse—unless we stop them for good.”

     Todd continued, “Events in town have taken a shocking turn: becoming more unexplainable and hinting more of the supernatural. David and Mike complained about bat-like creatures attacking them on the cliff below End House, and then at Wolf’s house, we were attacked by a cave full of bats. Did you know that Wolf sits on the board of the company that owns End House? Wolf is someone we should be investigating further.”

     “Oh great! This situation keeps getting sicker and sicker. Do what you have to; but don’t get too close to Linda—it could get too dangerous for her.”

     “What about you and Shana? Practice what you preach.”

     “Touché.”

THE DEAD RISING

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When the moon rises,

The Dead also rise from their graves.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

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LIFE IS AN ILLUSION

LIFE IS AN ILLUSION

It is almost midnight.<br /> At midnight, the dancing stops,<br /> all stand and listen to the bell as it tolls.<br /> The dance floor is empty.<br /> All that remains are the life-like statues<br /> with their mournful faces.<br /> Where is everyone disappearing to?<br /> Come upstairs and you will find out.<br /> One of the secret meetings at End House<br /> is about to begin.

It is almost midnight.
At midnight, the dancing stops,
all stand and listen to the bell as it tolls.
The dance floor is empty.
All that remains are the life-like statues
with their mournful faces.
Where is everyone disappearing to?
Come upstairs and you will find out.
One of the secret meetings at End House
is about to begin.

Maybe it will protect you from vampires,<br /> but what about other evil creatures?<br /> In a horror story, I can create any creature.<br /> What about witches, werewolves, and The Dead?<br /> They laugh at rings of salt.<br /> Come follow The Dead and see what<br /> can kill them.

Maybe it will protect you from vampires,
but what about other evil creatures?
In a horror story, I can create any creature.
What about witches, werewolves, and The Dead?
They laugh at rings of salt.
Come follow The Dead and see what
can kill them.

  • Knives aren’t any help when you<br /> are caught in a nightmare.<br /> You can walk softly and peek<br /> around every corner,<br /> but the evil will catch up to you.<br /> Forget about screaming—<br /> no one is there to hear you<br /> or even care.<br /> The Dead don’t care about your screams.<br /> Good night.

Knives aren’t any help when you
are caught in a nightmare.
You can walk softly and peek
around every corner,
but the evil will catch up to you.
Forget about screaming—
no one is there to hear you
or even care.
The Dead don’t care about your screams.
Good night.

Enter, my dear friends.<br /> What you will see is all part<br /> of my elaborate illusion.<br /> Many doors to enter.<br /> Revolving rooms to get lost in.<br /> Try the basement.<br /> Don’t get locked in.<br /> Too late!<br /> Now you must cross the dark<br /> pool of water, without being<br /> trapped by the sharp cages<br /> falling from the ceiling.<br /> What’s that noise?<br /> Are those giant saws sweeping through the water?<br /> Of course they are.<br /> Just another hurdle for you to jump over.<br /> Are these illusions or not?<br /> Soon you will find out!<br /> The Dead love their games.

Enter, my dear friends.
What you will see is all part
of my elaborate illusion.
Many doors to enter.
Revolving rooms to get lost in.
Try the basement.
But don’t get locked in.
Too late!
Now you must cross the dark
pool of water, without being
trapped by the sharp cages
falling from the ceiling.
What’s that noise?
Are those giant saws sweeping through the water?
Of course they are.
Just another hurdle for you to jump over.
Are these illusions or not?
Soon you will find out!
The Dead love their games.