Dogman Tales

Two seasoned wingsuit flyers hike deep into a remote section of Daniel Boone National Forest to scout a launch site few people ever see. The forest is quiet, the terrain unforgiving, and the timing critical.  While moving along a high ridge, they notice something on the cliffs above them—something that doesn’t belong there. What begins as a routine approach quickly turns into a fight for survival as the men realize they’re no longer alone, and whatever is watching them has no intention of letting them leave easily.  Cut off from safety and forced to make impossible decisions under mounting pressure, the two flyers must rely on experience, discipline, and the one advantage they have left—air.

Two young siblings, newly orphaned, are sent across the Scottish moors in the early sixteen hundreds to live with their aunt and uncle on a remote shepherd’s farm. Still burdened by grief and uncertainty, they arrive in a harsh, wind-scoured land where survival depends on cooperation, tradition, and an unspoken awareness that some nights are more dangerous than others.  As the children settle into life on the moors, they learn that a feared date is drawing near—one that generations of shepherd families have learned to prepare for without fully explaining to outsiders. Clear nights and open skies foster a fragile sense of confidence among the farms, but tension simmers beneath the surface as preparations quietly continue.  When the long-anticipated night finally arrives, the land itself seems to turn hostile. A terrifying presence moves through the darkness, livestock panic, and at least one farmer vanishes without a trace. In the days that follow, the children come to understand that what they witnessed was not legend or superstition, but a living truth the moors have guarded for centuries.  Night of the Warwolf is a slow-building historical horror story about inherited fear, communal resilience, and the permanent mark left by encountering something that does not belong to any man’s world.

When a hunting party sent from a migrating tribe fails to return, only one man stumbles back—half-frozen, bloodied, and carrying a terror no human should ever see. As he gathers the tribe around the fire, he recounts a nightmarish creature that stalked them through the forest, killing his companions one by one. A creature that moved with impossible grace… stood taller than any man… and seemed to play with its prey.  But the survivor did more than escape. He led the monster back to camp.  Fear tightens around the tribe as signs of the creature begin appearing around their teepees—gouged poles, stolen meat, heavy footsteps circling the fires at night. No one knows what hunts them… except perhaps their chief, Grayback, whose silence grows heavier with each passing hour.  When the tribe finally demands answers, Grayback reveals the truth he has carried since boyhood: he encountered this beast long ago, and his youthful arrogance left a mark the creature never forgot. Its true name has been whispered only in old stories... Windashar, which means "The Night Ripper" in the ancient language. And when the creature finally emerges from the forest, towering above the firelight, it recognizes Grayback instantly. What follows is a chilling confrontation between man and beast, memory and vengeance, as Grayback faces what he once fled.

One year after raising a Dogman pup he named Bow, Harlan Pike has grown accustomed to living beside a creature both powerful and unpredictable. But when Bow wanders off for days, Harlan takes a trip of his own — and accidentally stumbles into a hidden marijuana grow, deep in the wilderness. Captured and beaten, he makes one desperate choice: he calls out for Bow. Miles away, he hears a deafening roar. What follows is a raw, terrifying rescue as Bow races to save the only man he’s ever trusted. Their bond is tested, fear rises in the hills, and the boundary between the wild and the human world blurs once again.

Two lifelong friends travel deep into California’s remote redwood forests in search of a rumored giant—an unnamed tree said to rival the tallest on Earth. But when the sun drops behind the canopy and they lose the trail, their adventure turns into a nightmare. Something ancient and powerful begins stalking them through the dark—silent at first, then deliberate, and finally relentless. With no light, no weapons, and the river as their only escape, the men quickly realize they aren’t being hunted for food… they’re being hunted for sport. Their only hope is to survive a creature that doesn’t want to kill quickly. It wants to enjoy the chase.