Craft Challenge #4 – Story Round Robin

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I’m happy to introduce this week’s craft challenge maven, guest blogger Sapphire Phelan. 

Sapphire Phelan is an author of erotic and sweet paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction romance. She also writes as Pamela K. Kinney, for horror, fantasy, science fiction, and a nonfiction ghost book, Haunted Richmond, Virginia. She lives in Virginia with her husband and two cats, Ripley and Bast.  She admits she can always be found at her desk and on her computer, writing. And yes, the house and husband sometimes suffers for it! 

There are links to all her on-line hang-outs at the end of the post and don’t forget to take a look at the Books by Guest Bloggers page (look up just under the blog title … see the tab? Of course you do.) to learn more about her latest paranormal romance, Being Familiar with a Witch.

She’s got a fun writing exercise planned!  Welcome, Sapphire!

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Hi everyone! I am Sapphire Phelan and it is my turn to blog. I write erotic and sweet paranormal, fantasy and science fiction romance (okay, I am not crazy about the term, futuristic).

What I am going to do here is something a bit different than the normal blog. I want to start a paranormal romance (yes, it must be a paranormal and kept in that vein, remember that) round robin sort of writing exercise.  I will start this story off by writing the first words. Then each person who leaves a comment here, must continue this story by writing the next big paragraph, or no more than six short ones. I like to have this done for the next couple weeks, until Sunday, April 19thwhen the commenter for that day writes the last paragraph and ends it by 3:00PM Eastern. You must edit your piece; make sure it looks as good as you can make it. And you must leave enough of an ending to help the next author. The hero must get together with the heroine and both must defeat the villain together. There must be a HEA, too. This is a romance, you know. But it will be difficult, with both characters’ issues getting in the way.

Since I can’t think of a good title at this time, leave a title suggestion too when you leave your part of the story. The best title will be picked by the owner of this blog and she will post it on her blog on April 20th, so you must come back to see if you’re the winner. When the winner contacts her with their email, she will contact me and I will send the winner a download of Being Familiar With a Witch. So, you have a chance to win my latest release and have the fun of adding to this tale.

Details on the hero, heroine, and villain (rest of the characters they run into are up to the future writers):

Martin Lobotas is a werewolf. He is also a vegetarian, a reason no self-respecting pack will have him, forcing him to be a loner. A handsome man with red hair and amber-yellow eyes (werewolf trait), he works a 9 to 5 job Monday through Friday at an ad agency in Roanoke, Virginia.  And there is no woman in his life, obviously due to the werewolf problem.  Same as there is no werewolf female in his life, due to the vegetarian problem. But when he meets the monster hunter, Lisa Lander, he will feel an instant attraction to her. Unfortunately, she hates monsters.

Lisa Lander is a pretty young human woman, with shoulder-length blonde hair and gray eyes. She is a monster hunter, been so since her teenage years when vampires killed her family and turned them. She was the one who killed her own family. After that, she has set herself to learn about all kinds of monsters and how to defeat them. Sometimes, she has learned that not all monsters could be killed like the myths say so. But knowing they exist, she feels it is her duty to stop them form harming another human being. So she has no real life, no man in her life and works odd jobs as she is always on the go, looking for monsters to kill. She has traced a horrible monster, a chupacabra – a creature from popular folklore in southern Texas, Mexico and South America that is believed to actually exist.  It is said to drink the blood of livestock by piercing the animals’ necks with its two front fangs.  Except this one is in Virginia and has left a trail of dead humans, not goats, like the myths say. Remember, she has no fondness for monsters of any kind, so the attraction between her and Martin will have her fighting it.

Samuel Chavez is the villain. He’s a chupacabra. A very nasty creature, instead of sticking to goats and other livestock like other chupacabras do, he found human blood more to his taste. He is like a vampire, but not dead. He is also able to shapeshift and most times looks like a very handsome man of Mexican origins. He has hair black as sin and dark eyes.  But as a chupacabra, he is terrifying to behold, monstrous. Which is why he takes the handsome human form, to attract his victims to him easily.

And now the story begins:

Some days it was hard being a werewolf. There was that whole full moon thing going on that a man just couldn’t avoid. Werewolves were supposed to hunt prey, eat meat for goodness sakes! That made it extra hard for him as he was a vegetarian, too. People grew vegetables, not hunted them. That’s why he didn’t have a pack. Who wanted a werewolf in their group that was a vegetarian? Not any that he had ever run into.

Martin Lobotas sighed. Tonight was the full moon and of course, he worked pass five o’clock, getting in overtime. It was now 6:30 and lucky for him, the moon hadn’t risen yet. He hurried, hoping to get home and chained in the cage he kept in the basement of his house before the moon showed its face. Thank goodness there was no one was on the streets or much traffic to deter him. Breaking into a lope, he could just see his house.

He just might make it.

A scream rent the early evening air, hurting his sensitive lupo garou ears. It came from the dark alley to his right and he stopped, sniffing. He caught the odor of two people. One was a female, a human one. The other, something terrible that held her in its grasp. It had a foul smell that he had never breathed in before.

What the hell is it? he thought as he used his werewolf sight to pierce the darkness.being_familiar_with_a_witch_cover

“Oh hell!” snarled Martin as the full moon rose and washed its silver light over him, causing pain to explode in his body.

Great time for the Change to happen.

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Sapphire Phelan

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Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan’s aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.

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6 Responses

  1. He staggered under the transformation, dropping to his knees on the unforgiving pavement. Bones shifted, shrunk, and expanded. His pelt emerged. The world spun and spun until he submitted completely to the loss of self.

    Night tickled his whiskers. He cracked an eye then the other, listening intently for trouble. There. Down that alley. Something wicked.

    He sniffed intently and arose. Cautiously he crept forward, lured by the unmistakable scent of blood.

  2. Great post, Sapphire. I enjoy your writing style, lady!

    Destiny Blaine

  3. The alley was a dark cavern between old brick walls, a natural haven for rubbish skips and winos. One of them was standing with his back to Martin,and the stench was coming from him. Not simply months of dirt and cheap alcohol, but something far more sickening, more rotten and overwhelming. As Martin watched, the wino straightened up and began to grow. A squalid beanie fell from his head, and the old black coat tied with string stretched across his shoulders and began to split.

    Martin’s eyes were drawn to the figure at the apparition’s feet, a woman sprawled limp on the cobbles. The startling whiteness of her naked legs shone in the darkness. He made out her handbag, spilt over the road beside her. She was at the mercy of the man towering above her.

  4. ‘Oh Hell, that ‘thing’ is just getting bigger, and that’s definitely the stench of the grave.’

    With no warning, Martin charged the supernatural and leaped from behind, using the full weight of his werewolf body to hit his intended target high, knocking it forward and off balance, while wrapping his powerful wolf jaws about the target’s throat. A classic bring-em-down-dead manuever.

    It stayed standing.

    The ‘thing’ gave a roar that was garbled and sickening, before turning to slam it’s massive body against the wall, smashing Martin with it’s full weight. Martin bore down with his powerful jaws, trying not gag from the rotting stench, and he heard the crunch of bones, but the ‘thing’ merely reared forward and back again, and this time Martin swore he heard his own ribs break.

    Perhaps this hadn’t been one of his brighter ideas.

  5. Martin tried to hang on; he knew if he passed out he was a goner. He had to dig deep to pull more stregth. Slowly very slowly he was able to bring his back hind legs up and push the monster away from him.

    Samuel went flying across the ally heading his head hard on the brick wall. He shook his head trying to clear it. He hadn’t exspected the were to have that much stregth left. Samuel looked up and saw the werewolf had his meal half way down the ally.

    Samuel finally found his voice. In a deep growling voice, “MINE. GIVE. BLOOD. YOU. HAVE. MEAT. WHEN. DONE.”

    Martin look down at the woman and his true nature was trying to over take him, but the man in him was sick to his stomach at the thought of eating any part of the woman. Martin couldn’t speak in this form so his answer was to start pulling the woman out the ally again.

    Samuel patience was running out, so he charged the were taking his food. Just as he was getting close to his prey his body jerked back from pain, and he could hear the werewolf howling in pain to. He had enough strength to turn his head, and at the opening of the ally stood a beautiful blond women with blond her and grey eyes.

    Lisa was working home from during one of her odd jobs and heard inhuman noices coming from the alley, she knew it had to be a monster of some sort, maybe not the chupacabra, but a monster all the same. She creeped quietly toward the alley with her specially handcrafted throwing knives made of silver. These babies might not kill what’s in the alley but it will hurt it, in order to help the person in trouble get away.

    When she came into view of the alley she was surprise to see a werewolf and the chupacabra about to fight over a woman who looks like she has already been dinned on. In rapid session she pulled two knives and throw them aiming for each monster’s heart. It didn’t kill them, but they both went down in pain.

    Lisa went to the woman laying near the werewolf, she was happy to see the woman was alive. “Come on we need to get you out of here while they are down.”

    The woman was trying to speak, but it was to low for her to hear, so she just help the woman up and started to drag her out the alley, but the woman started to dig her heels in to the ground. “We can’t leave the wolf it tried to saved me from the monster.”

    Lisa stopped and looked at the woman and then at the werewolf which the woman thought was a wolf. Well shoot now she had to save him. She couldn’t just leave him with the chupacabra, it would kill him for trying to take his food away.

  6. I don’t know if I am doing this right but the the title I want to suggest is: “A Werewolf Vegetarian? UH”

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