Gallery
Costumes and Fursuits
117 deviations
Sculpture and Other Physical Media
169 deviations
Photo Manipulations
136 deviations
Novels
50 deviations
Mother Moon
Mother Moon, shine so bright,
Fill the ink black sky with light.
Mother Moon, guide me kindly,
Else I'll be walking blindly.
Mother Moon, the wolf does howl,
With long claws and savage jowls.
Mother Moon, the wolf does cry,
With silvery fur and fiery eyes.
Mother Moon, your light fades red,
And the village is filled with dread.
Mother Moon, a cry in the night,
A feral beast is filled with delight.
Mother Moon, an evil grin,
Now the village is plagued with sin.
Mother Moon, a creature does stalk ,
And it kills anything that walks.
Mother Moon, a man-like beast,
The village people are now its feast.
Mother Moon, what a beast y
Poems
24 deviations
Literature
Rub-Awoo-Dub
"Skylar only gets three more cookies today, and that's not til after dinner. And you'll be sure to put her to bed by eight," Rita rattled off. Sammy could smell the anxiety oozing from her pores. Rita was the spitting image of her twin sister Ruth, also known as Night Sky, Alpha Female of Argo--but she lacked her sister's self-assured, commanding aura. Sammy glanced back over his shoulder, at the four-year old singing along with Elmo on TV. Skylar was the cutest little werewolf Sammy had ever seen. Her big hazel eyes sucked in his attention. Her cornrow hair was bunched in a poofball on each side of her head. She ran around in pink tutus, which her mother kept several on hand and switched them out wherever Skylar got them too dirty. And her petite white fangs glistened as she sang, impressively on-key for someone her age. She probably had her keen werewolf ears to thank for that. Of course, Rita was challenged enough as a single mother, let alone a single mother to a werewolf child.
Short Stories
148 deviations
Comics
82 deviations
Art Tutorials
11 deviations
Stamps
22 deviations
Lineart and Templates
31 deviations
Animations
29 deviations
3D Art
21 deviations
Literature
A Different Kind of Wolf
“Mom, Ava is eating a slug!”
Scott Friedmann’s ears twitched back against his head. Some noises were harder to leave behind than the human’s annual fireworks celebration.
His wife Sonya rocked little Lexi on her knee and failed to respond with the same sense of urgency that colored their oldest daughter’s voice. “It’s all right, Sweetie,” she said. “It won’t hurt her.”
Hannah would not be dissuaded. “But it’s gross!” she said.
Scott chuckled. He turned away from the venison kabobs he was rotating over the campfire and took in the scene.
Hannah’s ear
Convention of Howls Theme Challenge
1 deviation
Brawling Beasts Theme Challenge
2 deviations
Odd Tastes August Theme Challenge
2 deviations
"Celebration of the Beast" Theme Challenge
1 deviation
"The Werewolf of the South" Theme Challenge
5 deviations
"Werewolves in Arms" Theme Challenge
5 deviations
"Sporting a Wolf" Theme Challenge
4 deviations
Literature
Movie Monster
All filmmakers must die.
Especially the ones who think it’s a good idea to make a movie about werewolves.
I hate to say it, but most werewolf films suck, and not because they show us as mindless, man-eating monsters - there are some of us who are like that. I’m like that myself, actually, on a few occasions, when it’s necessary. No, the reason most werewolf films suck is because the makers have no idea what a good story is. They either have a plot full of holes, characters so bland and underdeveloped they don’t exist in the third dimension, or even worse, both.
This doesn’t bother my little sister Pam. Sh
"On the Big Screen" Theme Challenge
2 deviations
Literature
The Whelp of Orion [Refitted]
[Caution: This story was refitted to fit WerewolvesAtHeart's PG-13 language standard. Enjoy!]
In Orion, there is no shame in becoming the thing you were designed to hunt. Not only does Orion accept the fact that their hunters could become infected, they embraced the fact of it happening in the early fifties, way before I was born. The way it happened for me was a job gone wrong.
In Orion, you are one of four things. You are a Templar, a Cleric, an Inquisitor, or a Wild Card. Templars are the SWAT team of the agency. If you have just one Templar after you, you better expect a good fight. A Cleric is someone that resid
"Werewolf in Training" Theme Challenge
3 deviations
Literature
Midnight Swim
Finn laid his head on the cement of the cellar floor, closing his eyes in gratitude. Four days over ninety degrees, and the basement was the only bearable place in the whole house. He couldn't imagine what it would be like that night, when the moon rose. Fur. So much damned fur. Lila said she'd never met such a hairy 'wolf.
Rolling on his back, he tried to visualize snow. A wide, white field, with fluffy, fat flakes drifting down out of a gray sky. Maybe a little creek running through the middle, crusted over with ice. A girl in a red cloak, walking through knee-deep drifts...
Hrm. It was no use; every time he tried to forget about her, the
"Escape the Heat" Theme Challenge
1 deviation
Literature
In the Valley of the Devils
This is how we prepare for winter in werewolf country: by lighting all the torches on the ramparts around the encampment, because werewolves fear fire, and so that we can see them when they come skulking in the dead of night. Sometimes, beneath the flames, we see the werewolves in our midst, the ones standing beside us. This makes the winter longer, and darker.
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This is how we prepare for winter in the forest outside the camp: by catching rabbits and deer and possum, and roasting them on spits on our little fires, which we keep small so that the village will not see the smoke. If they locate us, they will come with guns and silver shrapnel
"Winter is Coming" Theme Challenge
1 deviation
"Tournament Ready" Theme Challenge
1 deviation
