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“This is the truth, boy.

I can sit here on this rocky outcropping all day and all night and

I can rattle off the names of all the horrors I’ve seen. The

rats in men’s bodies, the spirits with moon eyes,

that Fire-Touched preacher down on Route 66.

But that menu of awfulness won’t even give you

a glimpse of what’s out there.

I’m paraphrasing, here, but there’s more hell-born evil

under Heaven and Earth than you know, little Horatio.”

—Corwin Sandstone, Bone Shadow

This book includes:

• A whole hoary host of

antagonists — 28, to be

speciic — to lend your

stories and chronicles a dose

of urban legend evil .

• A spread of werewolves,

spirits, and other nasty

creatures that can ind a

home in any Werewolf: The

Forsaken game, many

coming part and parcel with

new rites and other abilities .

• Rules on creating the

wretched idigam, the Moon -

Banished spirits who one - by -

one have been returning to

earth, featuring six example

idigam to drop into any

game .

For use with the

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M a t t h e w M C F a r l a n D , B r i a n M i t S o D a , J o h n n e w M a n ,

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The

Confession of

Darius to Aidan’s Plea:

I broke his neck

slowly. I felt every lit-

tle crack and crunch of bone, and I knew the people

watching heard it. I’d have put a microphone

to his neck if I could have. I wanted them

to know — this is slow, this is painful, this

is the worst way to die. To know that it’s

coming, to lail desperately and to be unable

to stop it. To have to watch yourself being murdered.

It’s intimate. I almost kissed him as he died.

This is how they learned my name. Or, at least,

how they learned the name that came to be mine.

My real name is lost, a mouthful of Polish-American

alphabet soup. The name they took away that night

was Dar-Us , “Slow Killer” in the tongue of spirits.

Not all of us speak that language, of course, so they

started calling me “Darius.”

I think about that night sometimes. A lot, I

guess. The guy I killed wasn’t one of us. He wasn’t

imru , one of the People, so it was okay that I killed

him. I mean, some of us argue that you shouldn’t kill

wolf-bloods, because, hey, if they’re not People now,

they might be tomorrow. But once I got my hands

around his head, he was done. And that’s what it

takes to become a legend. One murder, slowed down.

An entire life in the time it takes to break a green-

wood stick.

Crack, crunch, snap.

• • •

Story told to Aidan’s Plea by Mani Seif of the Blood

Talons:

I saw him ight, sure. I’d heard he was not the

kind of werewolf you fucked with, but honestly, you

hear that about everybody. Really, which one of us

do you want to ight? I knew he was a New Moon,

though, and that kind of gave me pause, because

you only hear about those guys when there’s really

something to hear.

So when I found out he was in town and he was

running a day ahead of his pack, I igured he was

scouting. I hunted him down and igured I’d chat

with him, igure out why he was in town, see if there

was anything we needed to talk about. I brought my

pack with me.

Way

Back

No, I wasn’t

scared. I didn’t

want my neck

broken. There’s a

difference.

Anyway, I found him, but one of the local gangs

had found him irst. And watching him ight…I

don’t know. Maybe that’s what we all look like, and

I’ve just never noticed because I’m right down in it,

you know? But he took punches, blades, bullets, and

he just took his time with each of them. He’d grab

an arm and twist, and listen for the bones to give. He

stepped down on a guy’s knee sideways, and hell, I do

that sometimes, but I do it quick, to break a leg and

throw the guy out of the ight. This dude, he takes

what felt like a full minute to push the guy’s leg-bone

out of the skin. And it’s not like he’s enjoying it, not

exactly, but he’s got this look on his face like “Hey,

you asked for this, and now you don’t want it?”

When the banger fell down and started scream-

ing, the other ones — the two who could still run —

booked. And I walked out and said, “Hey, you’re the

Slow Killer, right?” And he says, “Yeah, they call me

that.” And from there out, it’s just two imru talking.

We left the guy with the broken leg screaming on

the ground.

I have to admit, at the time, I did wonder if

all that was necessary. But I’ll say this for him: you

couldn’t watch him ight without thinking what a

monster he was. In a good way.

• • •

Story told to Aidan’s Plea by Eli Marks, Ghost Wolf

(deceased):

I don’t have a lot of time here. Let’s make this

quick.

Down

Oh, I understand what you’re going through.

I’ve lost people, too. But I only ever met the guy

once. It was a year ago, and no one ever wants

to hear what I’ve got to say about him. Darius,

the big hero, the Slow Killer, right? By the

time I met him, he had more

nicknames. They’d added “Bone

Grinder” and “ Kul Thari .” That’s

“Endless Moment of Death,” which

is probably my favorite. I wanted

to add “Psycho” to the mix, but

that one never caught on.

Anyway, I met him away

from my pack. That happens a

lot. I was always meeting other

Uratha, and I found this guy

walking down the sidewalk, glar-

ing at people. And I didn’t know if he was

just spoiling for a ight, or if he was halfway to nuts, or

if he was just having a bad day, but I igured I’d bet-

ter get him off the streets before somebody responded

the wrong way. So I walked up and said, “Hey,

name’s Eli, you new in town?”

And he said, “I’m

Darius.” And he pauses.

Like I’m about to ask

for his autograph. Oh,

I knew right off who

he was, but anybody

who’s trying to cash in on

celebrity like that needs a reality

check, in my humble opinion.

So I said, “Who? Don’t

know you. Come on, let’s go

take a walk and you can tell

me all about yourself.”

Now, I said that because I

was hoping he’d jump off the

ego trip a little, but damned

if the fucker didn’t grab me

and throw me into an alley. I

changed into a wolf, iguring to

bug out, but he grabbed

me by the legs and then

wrapped his arm around

my neck. And then he started twisting.

It was the scariest goddamn thing I’d ever

felt. He was putting pressure on my neck, see, so

if I tried to change, I’d wind up breaking my own

spine. But meanwhile, he was twisting my hind leg

around. And then I felt bone start to give, and I started

thinking that it would heal soon enough, that it hurt,

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