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Continuing story of Blood Moon

Blood Moon 6 Promo: Prelude 1 of 5

Mr. Phillip Colleo is 50. A short pudgy man that has envied every tall muscled student he?s taught for the past 26 years of his teaching history. The mundane life he leads also has bothered him. Gay, but not out to but a select few. Simply lonely and no one in his life to love. Yes he has many friends, but the loneliness of never being able to hold someone close and come home to or just waking up in the middle of the night with the assurance that someone was next to him to make him feel that there was nothing to worry about. Just to say I love you and be told I love you back.

So here it was another day. Another white button down shirt tucked into black pants held together by a reversible belt that he wore brown today to match his shoes, with was a black and tan mixture. Another 2 cups of coffee, another breakfast sandwich to go, another paper about war, decline in jobs and 2 for 1 sale on things that would never fit him. Another cold classroom to enter, another frustrating day of the thermostat not working right. Another lecture on history, another chalk board filled with information he himself learned so many years before.

But unlike the other days, he felt the small hairs on his neck stand up more than he would like to admit. Something just didn?t feel right.

As he was finishing his lecture, with chalk in hand he was spelling out a historical quote when something inside lurched. He stopped writing and dropped the chalk. ?Oooh!? his voice sounded surprisingly low and he put his left hand on his chest. His heart was jumping around like he had just run a 5k. He was ready for this. It will either be a stroke or a major heart attack. Though not all the signs of these major events was proceeding, he was sure he was going to die.

Beads of sweat started to rain down from his brow and as he mopped it up another lurch, ?OOOH!!? One of his students stood up and asked if he was alright. He nodded his head, ?(gasp) Yes, yes. I?m fiIINNNEE?

He grabbed the shelf before him and with his back to the class, he started to grunt. His back started to spasm and he threw his head back and hissed ?Oh fuck yeah!? His grunts became more animalistic and his back kept arching when without warning ripped through his white button down shirt exposing muscles that were growing at an alarming speed. His hands grew, his shirt tightened and with a grunt so loud, he threw his arms up in a double bicep, the now massive arms ripping through the thin clothing.

He shot the class a look, his face thinned and masculine, legs stretching and blowing out with mass, growing feet ripping through the Payless dress shoes, calves mangling the lower part of the already tattered slacks, eyes glowing blue?.and with a laugh said ?I hear you Master?.

Coming Soon: BLOOD MOON 6: RISE OF THE WHITE DRAGON