A Werewolf Blog in Brooklyn
Happy New Year, welcome to my blog.
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So welcome to another new year, and my blog. Seems I haven’t quite killed it off just yet. But life keeps getting in the way of me doing regular updates on it. Sigh. I’ll try to do more stuff from now on. I like sharing my experiences with you guys out there. The werewolf lifestyle, it’s never dull. Christmas was done between both mine and Paris’s packs, so it was like a lot of partying and obligations at the same time.
I am supposed to be editing my second novella – Perception and I find myself lagging behind in doing that. Editing kills me. Kills my enthusiasm big time. It’s like having homework when you want to play, like all the time.
So when the opportunity arises to play or edit, guess which one I pick? Yeah, I know, bad werewolf. Bad BG, spank me already. But it’s hard to know wether to keep producing novellas and zines – cause I’m wanting to know if people are interested in them. So feel free to drop a comment here, interact with me here, on the facebook page or twitter when I do drive-bys.
Cheers,
BG xo
Coming soon!
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Coming soon!
First there was Growing Up Werewolf, novella number one that let you get a glipse of my first shape shift and what it was like growing up in a leading werewolf family.
Now come’s Breukelen Girl’s second Novella.
If you want to find out more about Me, Werewolves and Lycans, Booker’s attack. Then this is the Novella for you. Check my life out at fifteen years old. I wouldn’t exactly say it was like you’re average teenager’s life.
Growing Up Werewolf: Breukelen Girl
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My first novella – Growing up Werewolf is now available on Smashwords
for your ebook reading pleasure.
Growing Up Werewolf:
Breukelen Girl’s First novella.
This is me, BG recounting my first shape shift experience and realizing for the first time, that there is more to being a werewolf than just shape shifting to tribal form.
It’s just not what I expected. Nobody expected it to turn out like this. Because no one saw it coming. Least of all the young, unmautred werewolf pup, version of me.
You want to know what makes a werewolf?
What makes me, Breukelen Girl? This is the first in a series of novellas on my past that will give you insight into my werewolf world.
If you liked A Werewolf Blog in Brooklyn’s Zines, then you’ll want to add this one to your collection.
Tags: Alpha, BG, lunar week, Lycans, werewolf pack, werewolves
I survived a werewolf game show
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So I’ve started working on editing the second Breukelen Girl novella. As I ponder about novel titles to use I thought I’d run some discarded titles, based on reality tv shows by you.
The Amazong Race – of werewolves
Survivor – Werewolf
Who wants to be a werewolf?
So you think you can werewolf
The biggest werewolf
16 & werewolf
Keeping up with the werewolves
Swamp werewolves
The real werewolves of new jersey
Jon & Kate plus 8 werewolves
Laugana beach: werewolves
Pimp my werewolf ( a personal fave.)
Beauty and the werewolf
America’s next top werewolf
Teen Wolf : A werewolf’s review
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I started watching the new Teen wolf series. But then my life took over from me and I haven’t had all that much time for television since then. I think I got about four episodes in and decided I liked it, however formulaic it was. So here’s the start of my review on it, at least it’s characters.
Suprisingly, the best part of the new teen wolf television series for me is probably what was the worst part of the original teenwolf movie of which this show is based on.
Stiles.
Scott aka teen wolf’s best friend. In the movie, he’s too cheesy, too over the top, and quite frankly about as annoying as can be. However, Dylan O’Brien who plays Stiles in the series, is spot on perfect. I find him to be the right combination of humour and anxious teenager. I actually think he steals pretty much every scene he’s in because his acting is so seamlessly part of the character. Shockingly, I love this new styles character.
Teen wolf himself Tyler Posey, is doing a fairly good job of holding up his own as a confused, teenage beta wolf. Having been there (so to speak) and done that myself, I’d have to say I can relate to a lot of what he’s going through. Growing up is usually like navigating a gauntlet course of life, throw in the mix growing up werewolf and it just doubles the danger of the gauntlet and ups the stress and pressure on the teen to cope with being a werewolf.
Lunar nights become a whole new world to us. As Scott /teen wolf is finding out when he wakes up thinking he’s gone on a killing spree and finding out about the whole structure of the Alpha male and pack to him.
Yes we all have our little issues to sort through growing up, but being a teenwolf is a wee bit different to the average teenager in normal life.
The annoyances for me in this show are the popular kids. Clichéd to the hilt and barely worth believing as characters. I know the role of popular kids in teenage social structures is to be beautiful, athletic and mean. But the characters in this, like Lydia, bring a whole new meaning to the word shallow. Like, cardboard cut-out empty, shallow.
Also, can somebody answer this for me, the opening shot of the school says class of 1985 – clearly an homage to the original film, but then all the kids in this series seem to have technology and fashion from our time. So am I watching an alternate 1985 timeline? Or is that something?
Tyler Hoechlin who plays Derek Hale is a new element into the teen wolf world but an obviously needed one when adpting this film premise into a tv show. He reminds me a lot of Angel from Angel and Buffy The Vampire Slayer, as he first appeared. Moody and chiseled within an inch of his life. Mysteriously appearing, brooding and then disappearing again only to cryptically menace teen wolf later.
I’ll try and review more of the series and give you a werewolf’s perspective on a werewolf tv show. When I have some more time!
Tags: Alpha, cliches, social structure, teen wolf, teen wolf structure, teenagers, television series, werewolf, wolf pack
War Games
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He comes home all bloodied and bruised with claw marks like deep red river gouges fully up one arm. It looks vicious and like it would hurt. I’m sure it does. But the reality is it’s nothing that can’t be shape shifted away. The beauty of the beast with in, it can heal us, repeatedly from almost anything. If it’s not permanent.
Part of me thinks he deliberately gets battle scars. To turn me on of course. I mean without them, clean shaven and all, he’s magnificent on the eyes, with them, he’s just…edgier. What can I say? Does it for me just as much as the clean cut version in the corporate suit look.
As an Alpha whether male or werewolf, he’s been trained to get through the pain and ignore it. It’s from his new training regime. War games. That’s what Paris calls them.
These skirmishes he goes off on with a select group of Manhattan Maen werewolves to some secret location I’m not privy to knowing about. War games that are played out with one team in full tribal, werewolf mode, the other team in full human werewolf mode. He says it’s to tighten up their fighting skills, to hone their warrior wolves. To be alert and ready for any attacks that could come against the pack. It’s smart I guess.
My eyes lazily take in the claw mark up that exposed arm and I make a remark about why doesn’t he put these war games to use with another sparing pack as partners like the Breukelen. I thought it was a logical thing to say. Strength in arms, love your neighbour and all that. Except of course, werewolf packs are very much about themselves. A long time ago before they came to New Amsterdam (New York circa 1600) werewolf packs worked together for survival. But that mentality shifted when the packs did decades ago.
I received a surprised look. Which kind of surprises me. Paris’s expressions are usually very controlled and hidden.
“We don’t want to give our enemy’s a heads up.” My eyes drop away from that claw mark suddenly.
It was my turn for my eyes to go wide.
“Since when are the Breukelen your enemy?” Suddenly not horny anymore.
Werewolves against werewolves. It’s like in house fighting to me. Hardly ever makes sense, when there are other greater enemies to be on guard for. But you’ll never see them coming if you’re not actually looking for them.
“I didn’t say say that!” He’s moving towards me as I’m crossing my arms over my chest. “I didnt’, you’re twisting my words.”
I guess I had a niggling thought buried down inside me that I fucked something up in December. Wether it was us or our pack’s potential alliance, was just a matter of time till I figured it out.
“I’m a Breukelen first and foremost.”
“I know that.” Paris reaches me, his voice softening, his arms on mine. It’s like he accidently let something slip that he wasn’t supposed to.
“So am I included in that we? Because I’m not your enemy unless you make me so.”
Tags: alliances, Breukelen, claw marks, december, enemies, Manhattan Maen, war games, werewolf packs, werewolves
Unleashing
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I smelt the blood before I even saw it on Paris‘s face. My head shot up and I looked over at my boyfriend as he walked into the room I was in. He dropped the sports bag heavily to the ground and my eyes zeroed in on the blood under his nose and around his mouth. Blood sports and werewolves, what a freak’n turn on.
He walked around to me, pulling his sweat stained t-shirt up over his head and off. Discarding it without care. I stayed still, where I was, at the end of the table, watching in anticipation as he walked around to me. Watching the way his body moved with the way he held himself, inhaling the sweat and blood he’d worked up and gotten from his boxing session. Yeah, he doesn’t box with gloves and protective gear. Alpha male, pack leader, likes to keep his skills sharp.
My eyes keep zeroing in on the mess around his otherwise pretty mouth. My nose keeps flaring as I enjoy the smell of his blood on his sweat covered, skin. He hones in on me and lifts me like I weigh nothing, up onto the table. Pushing apart my legs so he can stand between them. His hard groin meeting my moist heat at the edge.
I can hear his breathing is controlled and stilled like him. But that’s just a ruse. The heart beat racing under neath all that toned skin, is a give away to what he wants. There is a heat flaring up inside at me at the look of the predator before me. I can’t help it, it’s always like this with him.
One look up at those dark blue eyes and that’s all he get’s before I lunge at the swollen and bloodied mouth. He doesn’t wince at the action of my mouth devouring his brings. Paris merely responds, his arms pulling me in closer to him. His mouth matching mine, allowing my tongue to go where it will, over the blood trail over him.
Hands push my skirt up my legs and I feel his fingers, pull aside my underwear and feel the press of his hardened cock before he pushes into me tightly. I can’t moan because my mouth is too busy obsessing over the swollen bloody mess of his mouth and licking at it eagerly. He lifts my legs to wrap them around his hips, dragging me across the table towards him, so we can start this unleashing.
Blood sports and werewolves, what a turn on. I think Paris fights deliberately without protective gear so he can get bloodied and come home and do this with me. Fighting makes him hungry and not necessarily for food.
Our rhythm is fast and bumpy and all I can do is hold onto Paris as we let the sensation of blood, sweat and sex coat us and fill our senses with each other.
Tags: blood sports, boxing, fighting, licking, Paris, scenting, Sex, werewolves
July Lunar Nights…
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During the month of July only – Lunar Nights will be selling for 25% off it’s regular price. Just go to the Lunar Nights Smashwords page and enter the discount code listed there.
Enjoy.
BG.
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