The First African Werewolf
Beneath the vast African skies, Dahabu lives a life of simplicity and strength. But marauders shatter his world, tearing him from his family and homeland. Bound and imprisoned aboard The Sable Marauder, he endures brutal conditions on the harrowing voyage into captivity.
One night, under the full moon's light, the ship's ruthless captain strikes — a werewolf who sinks his fangs into Dahabu, sealing his fate. As pain and fury consume him, Dahabu's body twists and transforms. His humanity fractures, replaced by a primal, uncontrollable force. The beast within rises. He becomes a shapeshifter, a creature of the night, bound not by choice but by the curse of his captor.
As the new captain of The Sable Marauder, Dahabu faces a destiny he never sought. His struggle for freedom has only just begun.
Immerse yourself in the transformation, the torment, and the fight for survival. This isn’t just a story — it's a movie for your ears!
The First African Werewolf
#10 - MADAM SLINK'S CALIFORNIA DEBUT
The train shrieked as it barreled west, steel wheels screaming against the rails, spitting black smoke into the California night. Passengers tried to sleep, but something in the last carriage refused to let the air settle. It wasn’t the groan of the brakes or the restless sway of the tracks. It was her.
She sat in the rear of the train like a queen in exile, emerald silk glinting in the lamplight, her smile curved just enough to unsettle anyone who dared look too long. No one could name the feeling she carried, but they all felt it—a slow, coiling tension, like the room itself was holding its breath. Even the men who wanted her didn’t dare move closer. Not yet.
Madam Slink wasn’t just traveling to California. She was arriving. And there’s a difference.
Her fingers traced the glass window as the landscape blurred by, but her eyes stayed sharp, hungry, taking in every detail like she could taste the future waiting for her. This was a woman who didn’t follow luck. She hunted it.
By the time the train screeched into Los Angeles, every man in that carriage had lost something to her—money, courage, or a piece of his soul.
And she hadn’t even stepped off the train yet.