Chicago Mothman Novels & Stories

Years passed in the "Silence." The North Woods became a legend among the humans of Sector 0. They told stories of the "Wolf-Gods" who had once walked the streets of Chicago, and the "Shadow Queen" who had stolen the Sun. But the stories were just that—stories. The "Biological Truth" of the Thorne-Blackwood line had been "Archived" so deeply that even the most persistent "Readers" eventually lost the trail.

The soldiers also moved in fear, each pointing guns directly at the wolves. "Something is wrong." Matt walked closer to the garden. "Why are they howling?" "The full moon hasn't come yet." Chicago looked up at the sky to confirm. "And they haven't transformed either." "They aren't supposed to transform," Matt said in a very offensive tone. "I seized that power." "Let's watch and see," Chicago said. "Should I bring your medicine box?" "Yes please, but I won't be using anything now," Matt replied. "I will like to watch them to see what happens."

Mom replied, "Because the human part of him had no say in what his wolf was telling my wolf. His wolf was telling me stuff the moment I walked in. His wolf knew they were about to die, so he wanted me to know everything he knew. He was such a good wolf stuck in such an evil human's body." Then I added, "We also know that he has two camps of members. The other is in Koshkonong, MO out county road 347. It's a logging road that looks like it leads to nothing." Queen Carina volunteered, "I will get some of my best people on that." I smiled, "Thank you. Mom, anything else?" Mom added, "He's practicing black magic."

Sam said. “I know, I know,” Olivia said.” Where do we start?” Suddenly a large bang arupted from lout side the warehouse as screams from the panicing citizens followed. “Looks like you got your answer, Liv,’ Scott uttered. The turn raced out of the warehouse to find 9 foot. Black widow zapping venom from its mouth and setting the windy city to blaze. “I hate bugs,” The towering arachnid terrorized the downtown building of Chicago with no sing of stopping.

"What's your master's name, and what cultivation method does he practice? What on earth does he need so many bodies for? You'd better tell the truth or you're going to get it." Moose sighed. "My master's name is Darlene Chancelot. She's from the ancient witch tribe that practices witchcraft. I really don't know why she needs all those dead bodies. We just send them to her every month, and she'll let us live." "Is there anything else I need to know?" Wilbur said calmly. Moose shook his head. "That's all I know myself. Oh, my master lives in a pretty strange place." "How strange is it?"

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

Chicago wasn't sure if he were inside someone's realm, awake in the real world, or if he was just dreaming the image in front of him. A single man ahead of him balanced well with the shadows. The black silhouette removed his cap, he said. "Chicago, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dark, and I'm the spirit living inside your uncle's vessel." Chicago couldn't reply before falling as if the ground beneath him caved in, descending into a darkness of shadows that reached out towards him with black arms.

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.

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.