The Kritenose

  Orin watched as the sun rose from the east. The sky was turning its beautiful purplish blue color. He began to think about his nightmares that kept plaguing him. Most of them involved Serena in some way. If only he knew where she was. He couldn’t fully remember where the house was that he left her at. It was near a village, which was close to Crater Valley his home. He did feel an urgency to go and find the home. But he was still on the mend, while most of his strength had comeback, he still felt weak. A hand suddenly rested on his right shoulder and Gabes walked up next to him. “Sharean is impressed with how you handled the kids while we were away.” Gabes said looking at Orin with a powerful gaze. His hazel brown eyes had a look of great wisdom in them, and Orin had to admit that Gabes did have an intimidating stature about him. “They weren’t that hard to handle.” Orin said back to Gabes with a smile. “They both lookup to you, a lot.” Gabes smiled a little and looked at the g

The Chosen and the Wanted people. When humans evolved on Terinta they became a very dominating fixture to the world. Unlike other animals, humans grew complex social believes that caused the race to think it was better than the other creatures on Terinta. This feeling of entitlement grew deep in the hearts of humanity. The issue became a concern for the God that created this world and so in reasons only known to Him the Great One of Terinta came to a tribe of nomadic humans and changed something in an unborn child’s DNA. When the child was born the tribe was shocked to find that the baby had what appeared to be gloved hands. The gloves were a dark blue color and while odd, the child was perfectly fine. In fact it was such a minor anomaly that neighboring tribes would simply think that the baby had cute little gloves on its hands. However as time progressed more children in other tribes began to be born with gloved hands. As more and more children began to be born with gloved hands m

Hello Fellow readers and writers. I have good news. For the weeks that I have begun this blog I have left things out. Important information about this world beyond Earth. Terinta is a very amazing place, and fantastic creatures live there. The reasons why I have not shared this with you yet is for intellectual property details. Call me paranoid, but these stories are very close to me, I would be devastated if they were stolen. However I believe that everyone can enjoy the stories, and if anything gets your fancy feel free to make as much fan-fiction about it. And feel free to give me suggestions as well. You have just seen the tip of the metaphorical iceberg, there is an entire world out there waiting to be read about. Much more is coming!

Blue Moon Werewolves: (Blue Moon Werewolves or blue moons are a sup culture of the werewolf race.) They are complete pacifists and see any kind of violence as evil and offensive. They are reclusive by nature and hardly interact with anyone. They are kind and peaceful and if anyone was injured or hurt they would take them in and help them get better. They believe in the virtues of kindness, love and truth.  There greatest strength is their strong belief in the Great One, the God of there world who they believe will protect them from any danger. They have a blue crescent shaped moon on their right arm. Orin grew up in a blue moon tribe with his twin brother and parents. He had a blue moon tattoo on his arm but it was removed by an evil wizard. Blue moon werewolves have a strong belief that the Great One has prepared a way for everyone to be together with their families forever. They believe that when they die, they will go to a paradise where they will meet all their lost loved ones. T

It had been around four weeks after Orin had awoken from his ailments, day by day he felt himself becoming stronger both physically and mentally. As the weeks moved on Orin tried to become more responsible in the house feeling like he could do more things. Sharean insisted that he start out slow and then move up to harder labor. So for two weeks Orin spend most of his time with Sharean and her two children. He would keep a watch on the two when Gabes and Sharean would go hunting or herb searching. Orin loved to spend time with Jimson and Feaira. The two reminded him of himself when he was their age. Being only half werewolf the two kids were not very adapted at accessing their wolf sides. Orin found himself berated with excited questions on how it feels to be a wolf, and what his favorite thing was about being in his wolf form. Feaira and Jimson knew much of werewolves because of their father, but they found Orin’s life story to be very fascinating. Orin happily told them what he felt

Name: Cilio Orin Wolfhart. (He goes by Orin Wolfhart most of the time.) Age: Around 44 at the start of the story. However being a werewolf means Orin ages slower than normal humans. His appeared age looks to be around 25. Appearance: Orin has short raven black hair and sapphire blue eyes. His appearance is striking as are most werewolves, and he is considered to be very handsome.  He also has sun tanned skin.  Orin’s stature is well built. He has broad muscular shoulders, a well-defined torso, and strong legs. Orin usually sports a well-trimmed beard that is short enough to be considered a 5 o’clock shadow. His appearance looks similar to the TV and Movie actor Joe Manganiello. (Look him up). Personality: Orin’s personality is mostly cheerful. He loves to be around others and enjoys having fun. Like many werewolves, Orin has a hyperactive side to him that can make him be the life of the party. He loves telling jokes, and has a great sense of humor. While he is very active

I do not own this picture. The werewolf race began in the early times of humanity. It was during a time when humans grew past being hunter gatherers and started to create civilizations, like towns and cities. Werewolves are descended from a group of nomadic humans known as skin-changers who learned how to change their form from the magic of the Fay.....   

The Book of the Creation. The origin web was the beginning of everything. Inside of its infinite connections is all of life that will ever exist in all of creation. The energy of life in the origin web was named the intelligent. The meaning of this infinite source? To learn and become more. The first to become more was the being Agrin luminar notic, the entity learned more of creation and grew into something more than just intelligent.   Agrin luminar notic experienced new ideas, inspiration and gained understanding of the truths of creation. As Agrin luminar notic grew in knowledge and understanding it achieved pure enlightenment, becoming a god. After being a god Agrin luminar notic helped others in the origin web grow and become like it was, gods of purity. The first gods understood the creation in ways that could never be explained through any kind of written language. Agrin luminar notic was seen as the first and led the others to understand many things. Goodness and light sh

Find the light within and your journey will begin. Confront the darkness that you hold to prove that you are bold. Understanding your will is free shall open to eternity. Discovering the faith inside your mind can show that you are kind. Knowing space can make you wise and bind all that ties. Traveling through time can make you great so you can move into the gate. All will move throughout your life and can bring great strife. One must bring balance to the rest such is The Great Ones behest.

The Fangson family was the perfect household for Orin had, not even his own family was like the Fangsons. Gabes and his wife Sharean treated him like a part of their little home. Their two children Feaira and Jimson let him play with them and tell them stories if he felt like it. The whole house acted like he was a long lost relative or friend that had came home. Orin learned that he was seriously poisoned with dark magic thanks to the Blood stone and how he was finally released from it. Sharean told him that he was close to death many times and if he hadn't been found by Gabes when he was, then he most likely would have died. She also informed him that when he was in the worst of his illness he accidentally harmed her causing Gabes to want him out of there home. That was the yelling and arguing Orin remembered hearing before he woke up. Apparently Gabes not only wanted Orin out, he took him by the leg and started dragging him out of the house. In the process, hurting Orin’s rig

Recovery Everything was distant and unfocused. The large blur of the sun mocked everything with its unending heat.  High unrelenting peaks lifted to the sky like tall menacing spikes. The clouds glowed like white soft snow that was too far to get to and the air was tirelessly still and blistering. Orin’s skin crawled as if millions of angry insects were scurrying inside his body. Every muscle in his body shook uncontrollably, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, and a sickening hole filled his stomach. It had been what felt like days after he got out of the camp. The road he was on appeared to go on forever and no one was anywhere to be seen. Orin didn’t stop once, he kept going. Serena was out there, somewhere. He had to find her and see if she was alive. Orin had no other reasoning, he had to keep going. It had been so long since he had full control over his actions that he forgot how to think by himself. He would give anything to be told what to do. He

This is part of a very small section of a very large and expansive world I've been creating for years. I'm posting this to see if any of it is good out in the public eye. Feel free to comment. This is just the very beginning... Awakening Orin opened his eyes slowly. The air smelt fowl and the top of his tent was matted with dried blood. He was awake again, he hoped that something would happen to him this time and this nightmare would finally end. Orin breathed in and felt his chest rise and fall. As a fallen werewolf he never really felt anything on his skin, it was all muted like his senses were disconnected from the rest of his mind. It felt good to feel his body interact to his will. He sat up and closed his eyes trying to remember how it felt to be himself again, how it felt to be human. “Please,” Orin whispered under his breath as he bowed his head. “Great One, please let it end.” He prayed deeply. He still felt foggy as he sat on his dirty cot. When his mind fu