The Yuletide Wolf

By Sylvan Scott

A holiday tale of Yuletide, the Winter Solstice, with a folklore flavor: Alexi and Alexander learn a fable from their grandfather about the moon, the Old World, and werewolves during the holidays.

This is both a holiday gift and a coming-of-age story inspired by an old, 18th century woodcut from the Scandanavian regions of Europe showing a giant werewolf: a maiden clamped in his jaws.

And, yet: it is decidedly holiday in tone and flavor; sort of an alternative "explanations of holiday traditions" tale.

But with wolves.

Lots of wolves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sylvan Scott
• Release date: Dec 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370489992

Sylvan Scott

I wrote about robots. When I was a kid, my first story was about robots that looked like people: the only survivors of a world-wide nuclear war. What can I say? I grew up in the 70's. Since then I've sculpted all manner of stories about all sorts of topics. Science Fiction and Fantasy still remain favorites of mine and, usually, what I can express in speculative fiction I'd rather not express in other formats. I love short stories and am working on making this writing bug that I've harbored for so many years finally work for me. Here goes nothing.

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The world-setting (containing Mørkskog and other landmarks within this story’s context), and the characters of Manegarm Denedalle, The Sølvdronningen - Sølvkone Visst, Máni - the usurper, Vridd Skog, Gralmunder Trollborne, Alexi and Alexander Sorensen, and Ulaf Sorensen are owned by Sylvan Scott. This story may not be shared or edited without the express written permission of the author.

The Yuletide Wolf

©2017 Sylvan Scott

Alexi and Alexander Sorensen left the warmth of their grandfather’s truck. All around them, the air was alive with the deep scent of slumbering pine. Grandfather Ulaf led the way with his antique, kerosene lantern. It sputtered and hissed while lighting their path between avenues of dark evergreens. Each of the two teens carried a small, red box wrapped with a silver bow. All they had been told was to not open it … not yet. Having departed the warmth and celebratory atmosphere of their family’s home for the nighttime woods, however, left the promise of a mysterious present far