The son of Frankenstein's monster was used to living a life of secrecy. He had been on the run for as long as he could remember, always hiding from the world and the stigma that came with being the offspring of such a famous creation. He had changed his name, and now as Benjamin he lived under the surname Englessen, hoping to hide his dreadful origins. He built a new life and even started a family in a small hamlet in the countryside.
But little did he know that danger was lurking just outside the village. It started with strange noises in the night and reports of missing livestock. The villagers were frightened, but the son of Frankenstein's monster knew that something far more sinister was at play.
One night, he decided to investigate. He ventured into the surrounding woods, following the trail of destruction and chaos. As he approached a clearing, he saw something that he never could have imagined. There, in the moonlight, was a group of werewolves. They were big and brutish, with fur as black as the night sky.
But what was even more surprising was the pack leader. He was unlike any werewolf Ben had ever seen. He was tall, regal, and had a pronounced English accent. The leader was cunning and kept his motives shrouded in mystery, but Ben was part monster himself and her could sense that stranger was not to be trusted.
Ben knew that he had to act quickly, as every new moon meant a soul or more would be lost forever. He could not let the werewolves continue their reign of terror in the hamlet, and he certainly could not risk exposing his true identity. So he went to work, crafting a plan to battle the werewolves in secret. He would use his strength and cunning to take them down, one by one, when they were at their weakest.
Ben was the progeny of a monster himself and knew that folklore contained in it bits of truth that would help combat this menace. Ben studied the tales and stories surrounding werewolves and until he was well versed in their mythology. He learned of their weaknesses. He used this knowledge to his advantage as he took on the pack.
One of the most well-known weaknesses of werewolves is their sensitivity to silver. Ben crafted silver weapons, such as silver-tipped arrows and silver knives, to use in his battles against the werewolves. The silver proved to be an effective weapon, causing severe burns and debilitating the werewolves with each strike. He struck several down at once and took their heads to be sure.
These creatures of darkness were Another vulnerability to sunlight. Ben used this to his advantage by fighting the werewolves during the day, when they were at their weakest. Tracking them down proved to be the true problem, as many of the pack took shelter far away from the hamlet during the days. But when he discovered a small pack had taken residence in a densely covered shack in the forest he broke all the windows, using the sunlight to startle them and catch them off guard. The bright sunlight made it difficult for the werewolves to see and gave him the upper hand in battle. He was able to defeat them handily with a long silver sword.
He knew that the pack leader had to be next, as his ability to sire new werewolves would mean that he could become unstoppable. Ben was determined to end his reign now before he could make many more allies. The final battle was inevitable. Timing was everything, so he chose to attack the den when the moon was barely new, hoping to catch the alpha wolf newly transformed and completely off guard.
As he approached the den, Ben could hear the sounds of the werewolves howling in the distance. But he was determined to carry out his plan. He crept closer and closer, staying low and using the cover of darkness to his advantage.
Finally, he reached the entrance of the den. He could sense the pack leader inside, waiting for him. Ben took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness, his silver weapons at the ready.
The fight was intense and brutal. The pack leader was a formidable opponent, with strength and agility that rivaled even Ben's own. But Ben was driven by his mission to protect the hamlet and his family, and he was not to be deterred.
They battled back and forth, exchanging blows and dodging each other's attacks. The den shook with the force of their battle, and the werewolves howled in fear and confusion. But Ben was relentless, striking with precision and power, his silver weapons glinting in the dim light.
In the end, it was Ben who emerged victorious. He had taken down the pack leader, and the rest of the pack scattered in defeat. He had fulfilled his mission, and the hamlet was safe once again.
But as he made his way back to his family, Ben could not shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. He would always be vigilant, always ready to defend against any threat that might come their way. For he was the son of Frankenstein's monster, and he would always be a protector, no matter the cost.
The Son of Frakenstein's Monster Meets the Werewolf
