Fangtastic Tales of Werewolf Savagery – Available NOW

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The time has come to cast aside your human skin. The Beast has finally been Unleashed!

Featuring the revised, revamped and reviled Marbles the Clown in the gruesome novella, Blood Moon Big Top; he is leading this pack of snarling, howling, bloody fanged tales of lycanthropic carnage and mayhem.

It is now available in Kindle for USD$3.49 and free on KU 

Or, if your preference is bloodied slabs of tattooed dead tree flesh, you can purchase the paperback for USD$11.99 

 

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Short Excerpts:

From Blood Moon Big Top, A Clown/Werewolf novella, revised. This was unpublished around a year ago. Finally, Marbles returns in all his terrifying glory.

 

“Marbles? Are you OK?”

“Sure, Gus. At least, I think so. The last twenty-four hours have been a bit of a blur. I do feel a little out of sorts.” Marbles was a very private man, and relaying to his colleague the current state of his health was hard enough. He didn’t tell Gus that he had been sleeping the whole time. Nor did he tell him why. Who would believe him anyway? The red mark on his hand had faded again, considerably so. To anybody who took notice, Marbles looked more like he was tending a hangover, or perhaps a bad cold or flu.

“Cheers, Gus,” he said, and downed the coffee in one gulp. As the tasteless liquid travelled down his throat to his empty stomach, Marbles heaved violently. His mouth felt like it was stuffed with wet, mushy paper. The horrid feeling filled his throat and rumbled in his guts. He looked up at Gus with a dismayed expression, his eyes watering profusely behind the dark glasses.

“What the…” he couldn’t finish his sentence. It hurt to speak.

“You don’t like?” Gus asked. He looked at the clown with concern, tinged with a little indignation at Marbles’ reaction to his brew.

“I – don’t feel – well,” Marbles managed to say in a staggered voice, and then collapsed in a heap on the ground…


 

From Hunter’s Moon – What do a pack of Werewolves get up to in the Blue Mountains of NSW, Australia? A bit of this and a bit of that…

 

Though the accommodation might be crude – six small cages to house the thirteen participants – and apart from the branding, we take good care of our prisoners. We make sure they are adequately fed, allow them out to bathe once a day. For half an hour each day, we chase them through the bush. Ether monitors the prisoners intently from his vantage point atop a large rock, before herding them up and returning them to their cages.

We don’t molest them, or otherwise harm them in any way. We have chosen them because they look as though they might have a sliver of a chance. We want our prey to be as close to the top of their game as they can be, under the circumstances. We cannot dishonour the Hunter’s Full Moon with broken, compromised offerings…


 

From Dire – A cat burglar finds himself in all kinds of trouble, when he discovers his client is not all he seems to be.

 

“Splendid!” the man gleefully retorted. “Follow me. I have the rest of your…payment.” This last word sent Milton into a mild swoon, and he placed his hand on the wall beside him to steady himself before complying with what seemed an irresistible command.

Doors swung open before him and the soft light spilled out to the hallway, casting an unearthly incandescence around the silhouette of his host which made him shimmer in and out of visibility right before his eyes. Terror gripped his entire being, but Milton was compelled forward, into the room beyond.

“Show me,” the man commanded, and Milton stiffly removed the bag from his shoulder, placed it on a small table and retrieved the fossil, passing it to the man with shaking hands. He snatched it from Swift and gazed at it for a few moments in awed silence. “Sit,” he ordered, not taking his eyes off the magnificent paw print he now held in his eager hands. Once again, and completely devoid of any resistance, Swift complied…


 

From Human Skin – Two private investigators and one unlikely suspect. The results are catastrophic, to say the least.

 

“So, what do you think did it?” Alex asked, glancing from the gruesome scene to Jason and back again, unable to keep his gaze from the gore which spread over a large area of floor and spattered the nearby wall in a macabrely artistic display.

Jason drew in a deep breath, and instantly gagged on the stench of death engulfing his nostrils. “I’m afraid to correct you,” he choked. “You won’t believe me.”

“C’mon. Quit being so cryptic and spit it out,” Alex snapped at his understudy, his patience quickly wearing thin. “We already have a mystery here without you adding to the mindfuck.”

Jason fidgeted anxiously, shifting his eyes everywhere but on Alex. Such a preposterous notion, even he was finding it hard to believe, although he had seen it for himself. He knew that as soon as he voiced his theory, Alex would either burst into hysterics, or slap him upside his head.

“I think it’s more a question of who, not what,” Jason finally replied…


 

From The Tomb of Legion – A shaky, 70 year truce between Vampires and Werewolves is unceremoniously shattered when the Vampire Lord, Legion is set free from his tomb by a coven of duplicitous witches.

 

The tomb of Legion, at a cursory glance, looked to have been ransacked – desecrated. Its splintered doors hung loose and shattered from age old hinges. Bailen approached with caution, all of his senses on high alert. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that nobody had entered the tomb to facilitate the ancient Vampire’s escape. The decimated doors hung outwards and the ground outside was littered with wooden debris. The devastation had come from within.

Upon this realisation, a deep growl rumbled in Bailen’s chest. After seventy years of relative peace, built upon a tenuous truce between Bailen’s kind and the Vampire hordes, their unholy master, Legion was free.

Bailen strained to listen above the night breeze, rustling the leaves through the magnificent oaks, imposing elms and heavily scented pine trees that interspersed throughout the cemetery grounds. He could sense that he wasn’t alone; an instinctual knowing that raised his hackles and raced his heart. This discovery was entirely unexpected…

 

The reviews are already starting to pour in, too! Take a look at what readers have to say:

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“I’ve always been more of a werewolf fan than of those traditionally over-romanticised vampires. Give me the brute force, bestial power and probable risk of fleas over the daylight-shunning corpse-jockeys any day. That being said, I’ve not really read any decent werewolf fiction for a long, long time. Until I read Toneye Eyenot’s Fangtastic Tales of Werewolf Savagery that is, a collection of short stories and a novella, that all feature the hunt-fueled activities of lycan kind.” ~Casey Douglas (see full, in-depth review here)

 

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“If there was ever someone in this world that could be a real werewolf, I would believe that person would be Toneye Eyenot. This man virtually lives, breaths and thank the moon, writes werewolves.

Toneye’s newest release, FANGTASTIC TALES OF WEREWOLF SAVAGERY is a collection of five stories. Each story is a different take on the wolf, but they all feel like they could be taking place in the same world. This web of inter-connectivity creates a feeling of falling into a mythos created out of the blackness of the authors nightmares.

Toneye treats the werewolf as the main character. No beast taking the back seat to a hero looking to save the day, or a girl in a red hood trying to lead it astray. The wolf is front and center, and that is what I really enjoyed about the tales. I have always loved a good werewolf story and it is so spectacular to see the wolf be set free. And these are proper werewolves, not your over-sized cuddly dogs chasing sparkly vampires. They are bloody, savage killers, rending flesh and chewing on bone.”  ~ One-Legged Reviews (see full – very in-depth review here)

 

“Toneye Eyenot is a wonderful expressionist. His passion for all things werewolf comes across as plane as day in his writing. His visceral approach makes for an intense journey.

Fangtastic Tales of Werewolf Savagery is a collection for stories, one long and several much shorter, centering around werewolves in all their blood-lusting glory. It is a very entertaining read, full of all the gore and guts you would expect.” ~ Housewife of Horror (see full review here)

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