Monstrous Repository

Apostate Fenroar - The Werewolf

He howls not at the moon—but with it.

He’ll give you exactly what you want—your strength, your beauty, your voice. Then he’ll wear it when he leaves you behind.

She made you feel seen… didn’t she? That’s how it starts. That’s how all of them start.

He rides with no herald, no trumpet, no banner. Just ash. And silence. And judgment.

She comes not with an army—but with silence, roses, and a tide of blood. And then you're already hers.

His eyes are cinders, and his voice is a wound. He doesn’t raise the dead—he calls them home.

We don’t say her name in the courthouse anymore. If you do, she makes the ceiling fall. Or worse—she speaks.

If you see black fire drifting above a battlefield, turn around. That’s not smoke. That’s him.

You’ll feel it before you see it—like your bones are too heavy, and your shadow’s walking faster than your feet.

Don’t look in the third-story window. If she sees you, she thinks you’re her husband. And she’ll want to dance.

She speaks no lies—only truths the world should never hear. And when she opens her mouth, kingdoms crumble.

The king beneath the barrow still sits on his throne. He speaks no oaths, takes no coin… but if you kneel in his court, you’d best stay dead.