Saturday, July 25, 2015

SON OF FENRIR - BY JON OLSON - IS THIS WEEK'S SCARY SATURDAY TALE!



http://penofthedamned.com/2015/07/21/son-of-fenrir/


Son of Fenrir, by Jon Olson, is this week's Scary Saturday Tale! I have only included the very beginning here, but you will see that it starts out powerfully and it keeps rolling. Jon wasted no time in getting to the action - my kind of writing. Hit the link above and read the story in its entirety. While you're at the Pen Of The Damned website, read more from Jon, all at the price of free.

This tale is one mean motor-scooter!

Blaze McRob


Son of Fenrir

His left arm hung from its socket, the blood running from deep gashes down its length, dripping off his fingers in a steady stream and collecting in a pool on the ground next to his foot. Hunched over, tired, with labored breathing, he still held his axe tightly in his right hand. Blonde hair, caked in dirt, sweat and blood, hung in front of his hardened face covering blue eyes that had yet to concede defeat.
With a Viking’s defiance, Anders Randalson looked into the eyes of his opponent.
Wolf like and taller than the average man, the creature was made in the very image of Fenrir.
The beast was not without its own battle scars. A deep cut ran from its right ear down the face, narrowly missing its right eye and ending at the snout; its torso decorated with lacerations and contusions.
“You have fought bravely, Norseman,” the beast hissed, foam dripping from its parched and thirsty lips. “It is over, though. Accept your fate and I will make it quick.” It swallowed hard before continuing. “The Valkyries are here to take you to Valhalla.”
Anders let his eyes depart from the beast to take in his surroundings. Bodies littered the coastal plains, with the earth itself a crimson brown thanks to the liters of spilled blood. The trees that sporadically grew from the ground were bare and void of any vegetation, almost serving as markers of the fallen . . .

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