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The Wolf
AKA "The White Wolf"
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First published November 1, 1882
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Guy de Maupassant
7,494 books3,057 followersHenri René Albert Guy de Maupassant was a popular 19th-century French writer. He is one of the fathers of the modern short story. A protege of Flaubert, Maupassant's short stories are characterized by their economy of style and their efficient effortless dénouement. He also wrote six short novels. A number of his stories often denote the futility of war and the innocent civilians who get crushed in it - many are set during the Franco-Prussian War of the 1870s.
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December 18, 2018
A classic tale of adventure, death and revenge from master short storywriter Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893). This five-pager begins with an unnamed narrator standing among a gathering of friends in a parlor with a fire crackling in the fireplace. Accounts of great deeds of hunting and bravery are exchanged, one storyteller topping another, when old Marques d'Arvile exclaims he has an account of such bravery as not to be outdone - he then relates a drama about his distant ancestor Jean and Jean's older brother Francois taking place in 1764.
The two brothers were vigorous hunters, taking every opportunity to spend their days on horseback in pursuit of fox, fowl and other game. But there came a time when a huge, cunning wolf ravaged the countryside, terrorizing the peasants and killing and devouring not only livestock but also children of the village. Something has to be done.
They both set out together with bloodhounds to track down the great grey wolf, but without success; it was as if that huge ferocious beast possessed the mind of a shrewd man. On returning to their castle that evening, the brothers suddenly came upon the murderous wolf in a clearing. The wolf leaped up and sped off through the woods.
As if carried by the wind, Jean and Francois set off in full pursuit. But tragedy of tragedies - Jean's head struck a large overhanging tree branch - he was knocked off his horse and tumbled to the ground, his brains pouring out of his skull. Grief-stricken and after shedding many tears, Francois placed his dead brother across the saddle of his own horse and somberly rode on through the forest.
Then, after more tracking up and down for miles, under a full moon, the wolf appears. Time for the ultimate showdown. We read, "Then he attacked the monster. He felt himself strong enough to overturn a mountain, to bruise stones in his hands. The beast tried to bite him, aiming for his stomach; but he had seized the fierce animal by the neck, without even using his weapon, and he strangled it gently, listening to the cessation of breathing in its throat and the beating of its heart. He laughed, wild with joy, pressing closer and closer his formidable embrace, crying in a delirium of joy. "Look, Jean, look!" All resistance ceased; the body of the wolf became limp. He was dead."
One can almost hear the cheers of joy from generations of French readers, especially those who have lost love ones as the result of an attacking wolf. Maupassant's story captures an undeniable purity; it is as if every single word is a perfectly set gem. The author could write as a realist, naturalist, decadent or existentialist, and he could also write, as displayed in this short tale of the wolf and two brothers, as a red-blooded romantic in the tradition of Alexander Dumas and Victor Hugo.
And I would offer the following additional reflection: what contributes to the tale's incredible power is the fact that it contains the compressed energy of hundreds of generations of our ancestors, historic and prehistoric, who had to muster extraordinary courage and strength to combat ferocious beasts, such as wolves, leopards and saber tooth tigers.
No matter how many times I either read or listen to this story, I sense a freshness and mysterious beauty. Our world literary tradition would be much enriched if a twenty-first century writer would come along and tell tales with Maupassant's thematic range and a measure of his authorial talents.
January 9, 2018
I read this is in the original French so I can't vouch for the quality of any English translation. I would say that translation could affect the quality of the story, though. The language is beautiful, simple and haunting and complements the driven plot so well. A classic tale of horror.
October 19, 2013
Two brothers go after a giant wolf. Technically it's not a werewolf, but Maupassant uses qualities that make the wolf out of the ordinary and extremely superior to other wolves. The ending was a bit ridiculous. Would have worked in a longer story, but now it felt out of place happening so quickly. I also missed the point of it all. Hunting a wolf and then madness ensues. So?
June 27, 2018
A gigantic white wolf terrorises a neighbourhood in rural France.
May 13, 2022
Guy de Maupassant's "The Wolf" is kind of horror short story about a wolf that leaves a trail of deaths and has evaded all attempts of capture by many.
The story in short- A gentleman tells a story about his ancestry and a tragic death.
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Gentlemen, I have never hunted, neither did my father, nor my grandfather, nor my great-grandfather. This last was the son of a man who hunted more than all of you put together. He died in 1764. I will tell you the story of his death. His name was Jean. He was married, father of that child who became my great-grandfather, and he lived with his younger brother, Francois d’Arville, in our castle in Lorraine, in the midst of the forest. Francois d’Arville had remained a bachelor for love of the chase. They both hunted from one end of the year to the other, without stopping and seemingly without fatigue. They loved only hunting, understood nothing else, talked only of that, lived only for that.
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gentlemen of the country to a great hunt. They beat the forests and searched the coverts in vain; they never met him. They killed wolves, but not that one. And every night after a battue the beast, as if to avenge himself, attacked some traveller or killed some one’s cattle, always far from the place where they had looked for him. Finally, one night he stole into the pigpen of the Chateau d’Arville and ate the two fattest pigs.
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The brothers were roused to anger, considering this attack as a direct insult and a defiance. They took their strong bloodhounds, used to pursue dangerous animals, and they set off to hunt, their hearts filled with rage. From dawn until the hour when the empurpled sun descended behind the great naked trees, they beat the woods without finding anything. At last, furious and disgusted, both were returning, walking their horses along a lane bordered with
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hedges, and they marvelled that their skill as huntsmen should be baffled by this wolf, and they were suddenly seized with a mysterious fear. The elder said: “That beast is not an ordinary one. You would say it had a mind like a man.” The younger answered: “Perhaps we should have a bullet blessed by our cousin, the bishop, or pray some priest to pronounce the words which are needed.” Then they were silent.
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The brothers d’Arville try to fight a great evil wolf who has killed many and caused many troubles, the brothers hunt for him but tragically during the chase the eldest brother is killed in an accident. The younger brother finally kills the wolf in rage.
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Jean continued: “Look how red the sun is. The great wolf will do some harm to-night.” He had hardly finished speaking when his horse reared; that of Franqois began to kick. A large thicket covered with dead leaves opened before them, and a mammoth beast, entirely gray, jumped up and ran off through the wood.
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And now, suddenly, in that mad race, my ancestor struck his forehead against an enormous branch which split his skull; and he fell dead on the ground, while his frightened horse took himself off, disappearing in the gloom which enveloped the woods. The younger d’Arville stopped quick, leaped to the earth, seized his brother in his arms, and saw that the brains were escaping from the wound with the blood. Then he sat down beside the body, rested the head, disfigured and red,
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on his knees, and waited, regarding the immobile face of his elder brother. Little by little a fear possessed him, a strange fear which he had never felt before, the fear of the dark, the fear of loneliness, the fear of the deserted wood, and the fear also of the weird wolf who had just killed his brother to avenge himself upon them both. The gloom thickened; the acute cold made the trees crack. Francois got up, shivering, unable to remain there longer, feeling himself growing faint. Nothing was to be heard,
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neither the voice of the dogs nor the sound of the horns-all was silent along the invisible horizon; and this mournful silence of the frozen night had something about it terrific and strange. He seized in his immense hands the great body of Jean, straightened it, and laid it across the saddle to carry it back to the chateau; then he went on his way softly, his mind troubled as if he were in a stupor, pursued by horrible and fear-giving images.
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And all at once, in the growing darkness a great shape crossed his path. It was the beast. A shock of terror shook the hunter; something cold, like a drop of water, seemed to glide down his back, and, like a monk haunted of the devil, he made a great sign of the cross, dismayed at this abrupt return of the horrible prowler. But his eyes fell again on the inert body before him, and passing abruptly from fear to anger, he shook with an indescribable rage. Then he spurred his horse and rushed after the wolf.
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Francois then uttered a yell of joy which the echoes repeated like a peal of thunder, and he leaped from his horse, his cutlass in his hand. The beast, with bristling hair, the back arched, awaited him, its eyes gleaming like two stars. But, before beginning battle, the strong hunter,
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seizing his brother, seated him on a rock, and, placing stones under his head, which was no more than a mass of blood, he shouted in the ears as if he was talking to a deaf man: “Look, Jean; look at this!” Then he attacked the monster. He felt himself strong enough to overturn a mountain, to bruise stones in his hands. The beast tried to bite him, aiming for his stomach; but he had seized the fierce animal by the neck, without even using his weapon, and he strangled it gently, listening to the cessation of breathing in its throat and the beatings of its heart. He laughed, wild with joy, pressing closer and closer his formidable embrace, crying in a delirium of joy, “Look, Jean, look!” All resistance ceased; the body of the wolf became limp. He was dead. Franqois took him up in his arms and carried him to the feet of the elder brother, where he laid him, repeating, in a tender voice: “There, there, there, my little Jean, see him!” Then he replaced on the saddle the two bodies, one upon the other, and rode away.
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And often, later, when he talked again of that day, he would say, with tears in his eyes: “If only poor Jean could have seen me strangle the beast, he would have died content, that I am sure!”
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The widow of my ancestor inspired her orphan son with that horror of the chase which has transmitted itself from father to son as far down as myself. The Marquis d’Arville was silent. Some one asked: “That story is a legend, isn’t it?” And the story teller answered: “I swear to you that it is true from beginning to end.” Then a lady declared, in a little, soft voice “All the same, it is fine to have passions like that.”
The story in short- A gentleman tells a story about his ancestry and a tragic death.
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9284
Gentlemen, I have never hunted, neither did my father, nor my grandfather, nor my great-grandfather. This last was the son of a man who hunted more than all of you put together. He died in 1764. I will tell you the story of his death. His name was Jean. He was married, father of that child who became my great-grandfather, and he lived with his younger brother, Francois d’Arville, in our castle in Lorraine, in the midst of the forest. Francois d’Arville had remained a bachelor for love of the chase. They both hunted from one end of the year to the other, without stopping and seemingly without fatigue. They loved only hunting, understood nothing else, talked only of that, lived only for that.
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gentlemen of the country to a great hunt. They beat the forests and searched the coverts in vain; they never met him. They killed wolves, but not that one. And every night after a battue the beast, as if to avenge himself, attacked some traveller or killed some one’s cattle, always far from the place where they had looked for him. Finally, one night he stole into the pigpen of the Chateau d’Arville and ate the two fattest pigs.
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9312
The brothers were roused to anger, considering this attack as a direct insult and a defiance. They took their strong bloodhounds, used to pursue dangerous animals, and they set off to hunt, their hearts filled with rage. From dawn until the hour when the empurpled sun descended behind the great naked trees, they beat the woods without finding anything. At last, furious and disgusted, both were returning, walking their horses along a lane bordered with
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9316
hedges, and they marvelled that their skill as huntsmen should be baffled by this wolf, and they were suddenly seized with a mysterious fear. The elder said: “That beast is not an ordinary one. You would say it had a mind like a man.” The younger answered: “Perhaps we should have a bullet blessed by our cousin, the bishop, or pray some priest to pronounce the words which are needed.” Then they were silent.
❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌spoiler alert❌❌❌❌❌❌
The brothers d’Arville try to fight a great evil wolf who has killed many and caused many troubles, the brothers hunt for him but tragically during the chase the eldest brother is killed in an accident. The younger brother finally kills the wolf in rage.
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9320
Jean continued: “Look how red the sun is. The great wolf will do some harm to-night.” He had hardly finished speaking when his horse reared; that of Franqois began to kick. A large thicket covered with dead leaves opened before them, and a mammoth beast, entirely gray, jumped up and ran off through the wood.
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9328
And now, suddenly, in that mad race, my ancestor struck his forehead against an enormous branch which split his skull; and he fell dead on the ground, while his frightened horse took himself off, disappearing in the gloom which enveloped the woods. The younger d’Arville stopped quick, leaped to the earth, seized his brother in his arms, and saw that the brains were escaping from the wound with the blood. Then he sat down beside the body, rested the head, disfigured and red,
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9332
on his knees, and waited, regarding the immobile face of his elder brother. Little by little a fear possessed him, a strange fear which he had never felt before, the fear of the dark, the fear of loneliness, the fear of the deserted wood, and the fear also of the weird wolf who had just killed his brother to avenge himself upon them both. The gloom thickened; the acute cold made the trees crack. Francois got up, shivering, unable to remain there longer, feeling himself growing faint. Nothing was to be heard,
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9336
neither the voice of the dogs nor the sound of the horns-all was silent along the invisible horizon; and this mournful silence of the frozen night had something about it terrific and strange. He seized in his immense hands the great body of Jean, straightened it, and laid it across the saddle to carry it back to the chateau; then he went on his way softly, his mind troubled as if he were in a stupor, pursued by horrible and fear-giving images.
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9339
And all at once, in the growing darkness a great shape crossed his path. It was the beast. A shock of terror shook the hunter; something cold, like a drop of water, seemed to glide down his back, and, like a monk haunted of the devil, he made a great sign of the cross, dismayed at this abrupt return of the horrible prowler. But his eyes fell again on the inert body before him, and passing abruptly from fear to anger, he shook with an indescribable rage. Then he spurred his horse and rushed after the wolf.
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9349
Francois then uttered a yell of joy which the echoes repeated like a peal of thunder, and he leaped from his horse, his cutlass in his hand. The beast, with bristling hair, the back arched, awaited him, its eyes gleaming like two stars. But, before beginning battle, the strong hunter,
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9351
seizing his brother, seated him on a rock, and, placing stones under his head, which was no more than a mass of blood, he shouted in the ears as if he was talking to a deaf man: “Look, Jean; look at this!” Then he attacked the monster. He felt himself strong enough to overturn a mountain, to bruise stones in his hands. The beast tried to bite him, aiming for his stomach; but he had seized the fierce animal by the neck, without even using his weapon, and he strangled it gently, listening to the cessation of breathing in its throat and the beatings of its heart. He laughed, wild with joy, pressing closer and closer his formidable embrace, crying in a delirium of joy, “Look, Jean, look!” All resistance ceased; the body of the wolf became limp. He was dead. Franqois took him up in his arms and carried him to the feet of the elder brother, where he laid him, repeating, in a tender voice: “There, there, there, my little Jean, see him!” Then he replaced on the saddle the two bodies, one upon the other, and rode away.
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9361
And often, later, when he talked again of that day, he would say, with tears in his eyes: “If only poor Jean could have seen me strangle the beast, he would have died content, that I am sure!”
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 9363
The widow of my ancestor inspired her orphan son with that horror of the chase which has transmitted itself from father to son as far down as myself. The Marquis d’Arville was silent. Some one asked: “That story is a legend, isn’t it?” And the story teller answered: “I swear to you that it is true from beginning to end.” Then a lady declared, in a little, soft voice “All the same, it is fine to have passions like that.”
September 5, 2022
I am a big fan of Maupassant's ability to tell a story, but this one was nothing special. Perhaps Maupassant figured its subject matter alone was sufficient to hold a reader's interest, but it's not. Two brothers stalk a wolf, probably a werewolf, and that's about it.
August 11, 2020
Me, an idiot: ah yes, like the Teen Wolf flashback episode
July 28, 2025
The Wolf by Guy de Maupassant
Hunting is a passion for many people, especially men. It has always been like this, since we had been hunters before we settled down. The fact that the man went from his cave to hunt, find a kill and left <> to care for their offspring explains the very different minds that men and women do have, in spite of all the talk of us being all “the same”.
We are not and it may very well be that the woman will prove to be “better „in the long run: they live longer, have more empathy, are better communicators, perhaps their EQ is a consequence superior and that matters more than the obsolete (?) IQ.
Men are more aggressive and think about sex in an astonishingly higher proportion.
I feel an inferiority complex already: why do I keep writing, instead of falling into a deep depression? Well, we do have some things we are better at: finding our way around- we had to find the cave.
The Wolf is a tale about hunting and the supernatural or just our mindsets. My latest psychology readings have influenced the way I look at the world and in particular, the stories of Mystery and Occult.
I used to dismiss apparitions, magic, supernatural as simple nonsense. I still feel that ghosts, werewolves do not exist per se. But I am convinced now that many, if not most of the apparitions and mystique sagas did occur…in the mind of the believer.
After reading about the Langer study made in 1979, which proved that the power of thought can stop you ageing, I understood that Everything is Possible, with the right mindset.
The White Wolf is more present in the mind of the hunters and the people who spread this myth, even if the storyteller swears for its authenticity-for good reason, since he is convinced he is telling the truth.
I may be pricklish, but I am beginning to shy away from tales of killing, and even more so in the case of slaughtering animals.
Yes we had been hunters, but we also did not know about soap, toothpaste, toilet paper, deodorant, fork, we used to fart during and after meals (well, they still do in China and some other places- it is not considered impolite) – we have (mostly) stopped all that.
How come we still trap, slaughter animals for…sport and fun.
The counter argument is that the animal dies a “noble” death, like in the arena of the bullfights, instead of falling down from a hammer or electric shock. How about when you miss and the beast has to drag for hours or days in pain? I understand they are shooting them down from drones now.
My feeling and hope is that we will soon come to the day when meat will be processed in laboratories, from cells. It is already there: in Holland, they have created a couple of hamburgers, but at the cost of about half a million dollars.
When that will come down to under the price paid for the beef, the damage done to the environment, lack of pastures and all the rest, we will definitely consider the alternative, in spite of protests against GM food, artificial meat. This will be the only way to feed a population of 15 billion people.
The White Wolf is all right, even if, as you see, it made me think of “Something Completely Different” –in the words of the fabulous Monty Python.
Hunting is a passion for many people, especially men. It has always been like this, since we had been hunters before we settled down. The fact that the man went from his cave to hunt, find a kill and left <> to care for their offspring explains the very different minds that men and women do have, in spite of all the talk of us being all “the same”.
We are not and it may very well be that the woman will prove to be “better „in the long run: they live longer, have more empathy, are better communicators, perhaps their EQ is a consequence superior and that matters more than the obsolete (?) IQ.
Men are more aggressive and think about sex in an astonishingly higher proportion.
I feel an inferiority complex already: why do I keep writing, instead of falling into a deep depression? Well, we do have some things we are better at: finding our way around- we had to find the cave.
The Wolf is a tale about hunting and the supernatural or just our mindsets. My latest psychology readings have influenced the way I look at the world and in particular, the stories of Mystery and Occult.
I used to dismiss apparitions, magic, supernatural as simple nonsense. I still feel that ghosts, werewolves do not exist per se. But I am convinced now that many, if not most of the apparitions and mystique sagas did occur…in the mind of the believer.
After reading about the Langer study made in 1979, which proved that the power of thought can stop you ageing, I understood that Everything is Possible, with the right mindset.
The White Wolf is more present in the mind of the hunters and the people who spread this myth, even if the storyteller swears for its authenticity-for good reason, since he is convinced he is telling the truth.
I may be pricklish, but I am beginning to shy away from tales of killing, and even more so in the case of slaughtering animals.
Yes we had been hunters, but we also did not know about soap, toothpaste, toilet paper, deodorant, fork, we used to fart during and after meals (well, they still do in China and some other places- it is not considered impolite) – we have (mostly) stopped all that.
How come we still trap, slaughter animals for…sport and fun.
The counter argument is that the animal dies a “noble” death, like in the arena of the bullfights, instead of falling down from a hammer or electric shock. How about when you miss and the beast has to drag for hours or days in pain? I understand they are shooting them down from drones now.
My feeling and hope is that we will soon come to the day when meat will be processed in laboratories, from cells. It is already there: in Holland, they have created a couple of hamburgers, but at the cost of about half a million dollars.
When that will come down to under the price paid for the beef, the damage done to the environment, lack of pastures and all the rest, we will definitely consider the alternative, in spite of protests against GM food, artificial meat. This will be the only way to feed a population of 15 billion people.
The White Wolf is all right, even if, as you see, it made me think of “Something Completely Different” –in the words of the fabulous Monty Python.
August 21, 2023
3.5⭐
AKA: The White Wolf, Le loup
The Marquis d’Arville recounts to his dinner companions why for three generations he and his forebears have refused to go hunting although their ancestors were fanatical about that blood sport, as illustrated by the story he tells about the passionate to the point of obsessive frenzy hunt for a gigantic grey, white wolf in the penultimate century. During the 18th century, two brothers, Jean and François d'Arville, lived in a castle in Lorraine, France. Jean d'Arville was the elder brother, and father of the narrator's great-grandfather. François d'Arville was the extremely tall and strong. bachelor younger brother. They were both passionate about hunting and spent most of their time pursuing game. One winter, they heard of a large cunning, grayish-white wolf terrorizing the local countryside, attacking dogs and livestock, wounding a woman and killing two children. Despite all efforts to track and kill the beast it still eluded the hunters. The elder brother remarking: “That beast is not an ordinary one. You would say it had a mind like a man.” One day, while the brothers were out hunting, they encountered the wolf. In the ensuing chase, Jean was fatally injured when he struck his head against a tree branch. François, determined to avenge his brother's death, continued to pursue the wolf. He eventually cornered the beast in a valley and managed to strangle it with his bare hands. The tragic events of that day led to a deep aversion to hunting in the d'Arville family, which was passed down through the generations.
AKA: The White Wolf, Le loup
The Marquis d’Arville recounts to his dinner companions why for three generations he and his forebears have refused to go hunting although their ancestors were fanatical about that blood sport, as illustrated by the story he tells about the passionate to the point of obsessive frenzy hunt for a gigantic grey, white wolf in the penultimate century. During the 18th century, two brothers, Jean and François d'Arville, lived in a castle in Lorraine, France. Jean d'Arville was the elder brother, and father of the narrator's great-grandfather. François d'Arville was the extremely tall and strong. bachelor younger brother. They were both passionate about hunting and spent most of their time pursuing game. One winter, they heard of a large cunning, grayish-white wolf terrorizing the local countryside, attacking dogs and livestock, wounding a woman and killing two children. Despite all efforts to track and kill the beast it still eluded the hunters. The elder brother remarking: “That beast is not an ordinary one. You would say it had a mind like a man.” One day, while the brothers were out hunting, they encountered the wolf. In the ensuing chase, Jean was fatally injured when he struck his head against a tree branch. François, determined to avenge his brother's death, continued to pursue the wolf. He eventually cornered the beast in a valley and managed to strangle it with his bare hands. The tragic events of that day led to a deep aversion to hunting in the d'Arville family, which was passed down through the generations.
June 28, 2022
اجتاحهما فجأه نوع من الجزع المبهم.... ليس هذا بحيوان عادي كانى به يفكر كانسان
خوف فريد ...خوف من العتمه ..من الوحده ...من الغابه ..من الذئب العظيم
على شفير الانهيار...كانا يلاحقان شبحا ابيض
كان كل شيء صامتا في الافق غير المرئي
كان في ذاك الصمت الكئيب للمساء المصقع شيء ما مرعب و غريب....
ملاحقه عنيفه و قدر اعنف ممزق...اختار احدهما
فاشتعلت رغبه الانتقام العنيفه في الاخر ....اجتاحته قوه اشد سعيرا ...جنون عاصف ...ثم هذيان مفرح...لقد اخذ حقه كاملا بيديه....و عاود الانطلاق ضاحكا باكيا ...مطلقا صيحات ظفر!
خوف فريد ...خوف من العتمه ..من الوحده ...من الغابه ..من الذئب العظيم
على شفير الانهيار...كانا يلاحقان شبحا ابيض
كان كل شيء صامتا في الافق غير المرئي
كان في ذاك الصمت الكئيب للمساء المصقع شيء ما مرعب و غريب....
ملاحقه عنيفه و قدر اعنف ممزق...اختار احدهما
فاشتعلت رغبه الانتقام العنيفه في الاخر ....اجتاحته قوه اشد سعيرا ...جنون عاصف ...ثم هذيان مفرح...لقد اخذ حقه كاملا بيديه....و عاود الانطلاق ضاحكا باكيا ...مطلقا صيحات ظفر!
August 18, 2018
I read book right now
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
March 18, 2021
Wolves just want to eat... you!
March 31, 2022
¡Maravilloso! En este relato hay de todo, suspenso, terror, acción.
January 8, 2025
A tale of hunting and how the marquis's family gave up hunting after the great white wolf.
September 19, 2025
Better use of werewolf horror in this one.
January 5, 2026
Está muy bien narrado, en mi opinión es más de aventura que de terror, muy recomendado.
October 14, 2021
Uno de mis cuentos favoritos del Edgar Allan Poe francés.
June 16, 2020
A pretty cool story!
April 28, 2015
Great short story about the 18th century Beast of Gevaudan attacks in France.
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