Alpha Beta Selene

“Come ooooon!” Bella crooned.  She sat in the small dorm room she shared with her roommate.  Her stomach was against the cheap, armless rolling chair she was able to afford and she spun lightly back and forth while facing her stubborn, shy friend.

“No, I really- I really don’t think it’d be a good idea,” Mia said.  She sat at the edge of her bed on her grandmother’s handmade quilt, staring at her hands.  Her pink nails stood out against her smooth, ebony skin as she rubbed her wrist slowly.  The tips of her frosted, straight black hair tickled her neck and she reached back to run her fingers against her nape while glancing at the clock on her phone.…

Moonlight Hymn

From my Patreon! A wife cuts herself on a tooth hidden away in a peculiar shop and begins to change.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the city streets, dragging fall leaves in a frenzied dance.  Veronica shivered, pulling her jacket close against her body and hiding her face in the faux sable fur lining the hood.

Traffic was nonexistent along the narrow street she walked and she couldn’t decide whether that was due to it being early afternoon on a Monday or the neighborhood being trashy. Still, her husband’s birthday was in two days and her mapping software swore there was a record store around here that she hadn’t visited before.…

The Gift Ch. 02

From my Patreon! Chapter 2 (of 3 currently) for The Gift!

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

Warm afternoon sunlight filtered through tall, dilapidated buildings.  The air was sour with the scent of offal from nearby butchers and emptied chamber pots.  Agnes stepped lightly around puddles on the dirty, uneven ground. She held a wicker basket against her hip and a dainty hand over her nose while praying for a cool breeze to move the stale air.

Nearly all the lords and ladies were busy at the wedding with their fancy clothes and jewelry while she sweated through the stench of the lower city.…

A Domestic Call [Patreon, Werewolf]

From my Patreon! The last of the initial gift stories for people that joined at the beginning.

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

The police cruiser turned left on the dirt road, its tires crunching on the gravel of the unpaved driveway.  Inside the cruiser, officer Miller glanced at the house number to verify she had the right address. She wiped sweat from her hairline and entered some information into the laptop suspended in front of the dashboard.

When Miller’s radio crackled to life, she jumped and cursed silently.  She’d been on edge since the night before and even snapped at the desk sergeant earlier this morning.

From My Patreon: A Dangerous Game

From my Patreon! But also from my Discord. One of the batch of stories I put together for people that are active on my Discord server.

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

Cool things:

1. The CYOA continues – we’re at part four now!
2. I have about 13 or 14 stories posted on the Patreon but nowhere else. I have a lot of dog girl stories, a lesbian donkey TF, a fox TF and more! Including The Gift chapter 2 and OFFICE BITCH CHAPTER 3!!
3. I ask for polls and feedback and sometimes your input directs my writing.

From My Patreon: A Bite To Eat

A certain artist discovers there’s a reason she’s drawn to werewolves in her art

Another of the free stories I created for my initial batch of patrons on Patreon!

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

A cool new feature I added for $5+ tier is live writing. Y’all can watch in extreme boredom as I mangle the story in real time!

Also there (and nowhere else currently) are:

1. A poll based CYOA story that’s about to start!
2. A TG draft that I’m working on.
3. A short werewolf story with a lady cop and another woman
4. My first squirrel girl TF!

Reflections

— Emily —

Lycanthropy comes with a unique set of changes, physical and mental. I think the physical ones are the worst. Not the obvious body changes, no. The hormonal ones. The urges and new desires.

It’s hard to control but you can learn to control it if you’re the right kind of person. Otherwise you go crazy from it.

Four years. Forty-eight months. Roughly one hundred and forty-four changes. Give or take. Fuck whoever that was on the mountain four years ago. Fuck him and his need.

But, by God, I understand it. The hunger. The heat. The heat more than anything once you get the beast under control.…

Ghoul Gang – Werewolf Highschool

WARNING: Contains rape!

Funny little story behind the creation of this one, I’ll post about it on my main site in a day or two. Oiling my writing wheels before completing and commission and then possibly opening up for more.

Couldn’t just not write something for Halloween, though!

The Ghoul Gang investigates a werewolf! Hijinks follow!!


The classroom’s speakers clicked with a brief burst of static as a dissonant chime echoed through the noisy classroom.  Their teacher yawned, hiding his mouth with the back of his hand.  He pulled out his tablet to begin marking attendance.

Five students huddled in the back corner of the room, ignoring everyone else while names were repeated until someone answered.…

Sire

Just a little quick scene (not even a story, really) to keep my hand in on writing.

A husband learns of his wife’s and step-daughter’s curse and forced to join them.

The silence was palpable, marked only by the occasional clink of heavy silverware against stoneware plates.

Dave opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again.  Not for the first time.  He glanced at his wife but found her focused on her own food, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.  Dave’s step-daughter, Jessica, shifted and huddled in her seat.

The young girl’s normally cheerful, bouncy personality seemed to have drained away. …

New Moon [Commission]

Three girls enter an ‘Escape The Room’ with a forest setting and find themselves changing to fit.

This was a commission from internmatt on Deviantart.

Jennifer sat in an overstuffed chair, staring at the faint cracks in the white leather.  She settled her glasses on her nose out of nervous habit, awkwardly ignoring the other two girls in the room.  Her arm stood out in stark contrast against the chair, her skin as dark as burnt mocha.  

The young woman stole a quick glance at the other two girls – Emily and Madison – and then bent back down to picking at the lines in the chair.