Chicago Mothman Novels & Stories

A number of the police officers and crime scene investigators met our eyes, nodding and looking solemn, as we passed through the lobby. “H.H. Holmes was a serial killer in the late nineteenth century,” I explained as we made our way into an elevator. “His body count isn’t really known, but he killed a lot and set himself up in what was called ‘murder castle’ in Chicago with secret hallways and trap doors so he could kill people in elaborate ways.” “Sounds horrific.” “Some of it may be more sensationalism than history, but even only what they could confirmed is terrifying. I never thought I’d get caught up in something like it.”

“I thought they had all been eradicated years ago.” “A what?” Astrid asked, shuddering as she dropped the dead animal. “Molespake,” Serra replied. “A gruesome cross between a mole, a spider and a snake. No one knows where it first came from. We only know that it lives underground and seeks warmth. A Human body is perfect.” Astrid shuddered at the mention of spiders then grunted as Sigwulf crouched down next to her and started a close inspection of her bare legs. “And just what do you think you are doing, Sir Knight?”

The wail of the sirens didn't just climb the eighty stories of the Blackwood Spire; it clawed its way up the cold, glass skin of the building like a living thing. It was a jagged, mechanical scream that pierced through the howling storm, vibrating in the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. Below, the city of Chicago was a blurred mosaic of red and blue light, a hive of activity reacting to the bodies that had just rained down from the heavens.

“He does need a bath. He has been in the yard playing with Mo every night, I think.” “Mo? Who’s Mo?” Max asked as he realized who Dillon meant. “You named the big guy, Mo.” “Well, yeah, I mean, back in the ’70s, one of them terrorized a town near St. Louis, and they called it Momo for Missouri Monster. The big guy isn’t a monster, but Mo seems to fit him for some reason,” Dillon explained. Max began to laugh, put his hand on Dillon’s shoulder, and said, “Oh yeah, there is no denying who your mother is. You are just like her. Come on, let’s get started so we will be done before your mom and Wren get home.”

Out of the blue, he began convulsing with his urine-smelling breath covering itself on Liam's face. "There, there, no need to get angry!" The old man assured as he jumped back and forth. "The people of Droitwich have spotted the Moon Crawler, it is believed that she has slaughtered Mother Of Whispers…." He gave out his best elucidation while looking out for unwanted flees which obviously perplexed Liam.

The cabin filled with screaming and at the 5th fingernail he shouted, “All right, all right please stop.” He continued, “Some organization is giving out 10.000-dollar rewards for anyone who can kill a wolf that is twice the size of a normal wolf.” “Which organization and why?” Noah asked. The man kept saying he did not know, and Dan had his fun drilling into limbs, ripping out teeth, and breaking bones but the answer stayed the same. Noah knew there was no more information to gain from this worthless bag of bones, so he took his head between his hands and snapped his neck.

"Locked under the magic of witchcraft is a wolf strongest known to exist. With eyes red as blood and fur dark as night, he was a sight no one remained alive to describe. Many have tried bringing it to life,but failed giving away their lives. Untill an innocent girl comes sealing her and the fate of entire mankind The girl named Thora Valentine" .................................................. 7:15 am Bloodmoon pack grounds A girl lays on the cold freezing ground. Her breath coming out heavy as she tries to move.

Heat lightning in the distance lights up the sky as well. "Yeah, you don't see anything like this in Chicago," he adds. "No, you don't, it kind of makes me miss living in Maine," I say sadly. "Is that where you are from?" Devin asks. "Yeah, we moved to the Chicago suburbs when I was sixteen,"I say sadly. He dosn't ask anymore questions. We sit around drinking more wine as he tells me about the pack. I start feeling the wine after a while. Devin gets up to leave and I walk him to the door. "I had a great time Stella," he says. "I did too." I smile at him.

Mia yawned. “......” I didn’t say a word as I knew she would explain things through so I sat quietly waiting for her explanation while eating. “Charles as you like to call him” she giggled so did I as her smile was very contagious. “He is a very dark creature as he is Death himself he has up tainted souls of millions of or even billions of creatures. Like the vampires and the Lycanthropes have a beef with him, their plans are still unknown but it’s of no good not one bit!!” Mia said in a warning voice that was cold and fearful.

It smelled of dry rot and ancient, metallic sorrow. Madison walked past the empty pedestals. In the center of the chamber, under a single, flickering fluorescent light, sat an iron sarcophagus. The lid had been pried open decades ago. Inside lay the mummified remains of a creature too large to be a man, too refined to be a beast. The original White Wolf.