Looking for a Fantasy writing prompt to spark your creativity? How about zombie werewolves. Check out this scene as a start to a unique story.
About five to six times a year, I will have a dream so vivid it shakes me to my core. These dreams are almost always of the Fantasy variety, probably because that’s about the only kind of fiction I read.
One of my more recent dreams was just as unusual as usual. I knew immediately it would make a great story. Several of my books have begun this way, but there are only so many stories an author can pump out. Because of this, I prefer to share them with you to help spark your own imagination.
Fantasy Writing Prompt | Undead Werewolves
Here is the dream in its entirety…
The woman was on a mission. She needed to get somewhere, but she had no way to travel there except by foot. Since she knows the way is filled with danger, she hires a guide—a man cloaked in his own mystery.
They start through a densely wooded forest, knowing it would take them days to get to where they are going. They stop for the night, building a fire to keep warm during the cooler hours.
There isn’t much conversation as the man seems content to pretend she doesn’t exist.
A single wolf howl completely changes the man’s demeanor. He goes from a prose but paranoid position on the ground to an alert defensive stance beside her faster than she can blink. Another howl comes from opposite of the first, and they know that the wolves are surrounding them.
The wolves take their time coming from the shadows, but they aren’t alone, and they aren’t regular wolves either. Men step into the light, or at least what were once men. Their decayed flesh hung from their bones as though it might slide off if provoked. Large puss-filled sores covered sections of their face, neck, arms, and hands and what remained of their clothing was dirty and ragged.
Next, to each undead man, a wolf moved from to shadows and stood. The wolves’ coats were just as dirty as the men’s clothes with patches of matted fur in places while in other’s no fur or skin remained. Ribs showed, and muscle and sinew moved as the wolves crouched in preparation for an attack. What remained of their lips pulled back in a snarl while the missing bits showed glimpses of their canines.
She knew there would be a fight just as she knew it was unlikely they would survive. A memory flashed through her mind as realization hit.
She was back at the camp before leaving on this journey, and the man who would become her guide offered a warning about the werewolves that inhabited this forest. He told her that it was tradition to take the heads of any werewolf who fell or they would be forced to walk the earth in torment searching for a way to reconnect with their counterpart.
She turned to the man now, hoping he could offer some guidance for saving their lives. It had been her run-in with several werewolves that had forced her to hire him as her guide at the start of this journey.
He spared her a glance before saying, “I told you there would be consequences if you didn’t remove their heads.”
The snarling grew to an apex before a single wolf howl led the undead wolves and their human counterparts to action. As one, they attacked.
The rest is up to you…
That’s when it freaked me out to the point that I sat straight up in bed, breathing as though I’d just sprinted a marathon. I don’t remember any details about her mission, but it was obviously essential, and I’m not sure if the wolves wanted to kill them because she had killed them or if they were actually trying to stop her from completing her mission. Regardless, this one scene could formulate an entire story. Click here to read another dream I had that would make a good story.
I hope it helped get your creative juices flowing. Now, go and get to writing. You’ve got this!
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