Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories by Annabel Bastione Read Free Book Online

in the bushes, owls
momentarily   hooting. Suddenly, an eerie voice cut through the noise as if
there were hidden speakers in the forest. It was so loud that Rob
bolted upright, his heart hammering. Every creature in the forest
silenced as this phenomenon continued its mournful
howl.  
    Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the voice dropped and
not a creature stirred in the darkness. He was torn between
curiosity and fear. This new development could provide him with
fodder for his writing, but whatever had made the noise sounded
dangerous. Against his better judgment, he decided to investigate
the sound. He turned on the porch lights and slowly ventured out of
the porch. His boots had just creaked on the first steps when he
heard a low growl near his feet.  
    Robert jumped a foot in the air and leaned precariously over
the railing. There, he saw a sight that made his blood chill. A
giant beast was curled up under his porch, its large menacing head
turned towards the porch steps. Its hackles were raised and Rob
could almost feel the growl rumbling through its giant
throat. Why is it sitting there? he thought.
    Surely, it could just leave if it felt threatened. The
countless warnings he received from the rangers not to provoke the
wild animals in the forest ran through his head.
    He jumped down and faced the beast. It was a common grey wolf,
but Rob had never seen one up close. He couldn't get over how large
the head was and the beautiful pattern of its coat. It snarled
viciously and attempted to stand on its four legs.
    The powerful jaws snapped at him, saliva dripping down the
inch-long fangs. But the animal whimpered and collapsed. It was
then that he noticed the wolf's paw. It was a mass of blood and
fur; it looked like the wolf had been caught in some sort of animal
trap.  
    "Poor fella,"   Rob said in a sympathetic voice. He had always held a fondness
for dogs, though he had never been allowed to have one. He
felt childish glee rise inside him as he pictured himself nursing
the wolf back to health, teaching it tricks and earning the loyalty
of a fearsome beast. Ignoring its growls, Rob dashed inside his
cabin and fetched a bowl and filled it with water. He rummaged
through his fridge for something that a wolf would like. A nice big bloody steak ,
he thought. But he didn't have any. The only meat he had was a
block of bacon. He slammed it on the kitchen counter and he began
carving thin strips—before realizing that wolves probably didn't
eat bacon and didn't care about how thin it was. He cut the thing
into quarters and ambled outside with four hunks of meat and a bowl
of water, half of its contents spilling out in his
excitement.
    The wolf was still in the same spot, but it had retreated
further into the darkness. Rob could see its eyes glowing in the
darkness.
    “ Hey, buddy,” he began in what he hoped was a friendly
voice.
    Its eyes narrowed at the sound of his voice.
    Rob gently dropped a hunk of meat on the floor. The wolf
startled from the noise but sniffed hopefully at the meat,
alternating between outright distrust and hunger.
    “ That’s it, boy. Go on.” Rob stretched out a trembling hand.
“Nice dog.”
    The wolf gnawed on the meat, paying him no notice. His fingers
had hardly brushed the animal’s fur before it whirled its great
head at him and snapped its jaws. Rob withdrew his fingers just in
time. The wolf’s growling filled his ears as he stared into its
blue irises. They were beautiful eyes. He stared at the wolf’s
thick pelt, longing to run his hands through the fur and wondering
what it would feel like.
    Still growling, the wolf turned its attention to the bowl of
water and began lapping its tongue eagerly. Soon the bowl was
empty.
    “ I’ll fill that for you!” he said cheerfully. Rob stretched his
hand and grabbed the bowl.
    It happened in an instant. There was a vicious snarl and a
flash of fangs. Pain seared through his hand as the beast gnawed on
his bones. The wolf’s nose