Chicago Mothman Novels & Stories

One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, casting its silvery glow through the window, Chloe stumbled upon a passage that spoke of a unique path—one that involved a merging of mortal and supernatural, a transformation that blurred the boundaries of both worlds. The revelation seized Chloe's attention. The text hinted at a process that allowed a mortal to become a werewolf—a creature of both realms, wielding the strength and resilience of the supernatural while retaining the essence of humanity. It was an ancient and risky ritual, but it offered a potential solution to the challenges Chloe faced. Her heart pounding with a mixture of trepidation and hope, Chloe shared her discovery with Jona

" Yes, I have heard of the name before. Although she didn't serve with my sisters but, she really was a popular witch in the state. Every one knew her then, although she loved keeping a low profile. We heard about her write up, so I and my sisters searched for it. It's been almost like thirty years now seen we searched for this write up, we couldn't find it so we quited searching for it. " " It says there's a creature who has risen to hunt down the world. To crown the whole story short, he has indeed risen. " " What is he like? " " A vampire. A blood thirsty one. Since he returned from his century slumber, he has been attacking every single soul in Chicago. We still haven't gotten to know wh

She released Fluffy's leash as the dog barked and wagged its tail anxiously, circling its owner. Not far away, behind a broad-leaved maple tree, a man was watching Moira, who had just discovered the body she had dumped into the Chicago River. The job was easy; the woman was too stupid and had a big mouth that didn't match her courage. Perhaps this murder case would only appear to be a typical rape and robbery crime, like the thousands of daily criminal cases that occur in the city of Chicago throughout the year. The man in the black hoodie with a white face mask walked casually toward the brown Cadillac he had parked nearby, heading toward downtown as if he were simply leaving home to grab a

Barry explained to Chase. "But the Zago creatures we've seen so far are flying bugs and insects. There's even the massive Doom Mantis. Can they live in such houses?" Walter was reminded of the flying bugs, jellyfish, and Doom Mantis. He could not believe creatures like that would live in human-type buildings.

I asked. “I don’t have a number off the top of my head, but if you’ve heard a tale of a creature, then chances are that it is an immortal species. Such as Bigfoot, the Mothman, and Werewolves. Shifters of all kinds also exist. Not all of them live in this world either, but that’s a discussion for another time. With this being such a large city, it’s hard telling what variety of species are here at any given time,” he finished before tossing back his drink. “Why don’t you ever talk about your mother?” I asked, thinking about how much I missed mine.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

“We’re not sure if they were human bones, actually. Mr. Morgenstern got us out of there before we could study them. We should have taken pictures. Said it was probably animal bones. Are there a lot of animals around here?” “Wolves,” Emmett said and Bonnie gave him a look. “I heard them last night, and Carrie Smith always posts pictures of them. She says her father is a hunter.” “Mr. Morgenstern was probably right. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about bones when I’m having lunch.”

Day by day, Azareel said goodbye to his parents while carrying a bag filled with equipment for his later adventures, because Leo was the richest person among the cube magicians, the burly man carried eight of his friends in the man's car. After honing his skills and gaining a little knowledge, Darrel the White Cube Witch determines the direction that leads to the location of the gate of the Hidden World dimension. According to the book Darrel got, his intuition was very strong because the wind around him helped them on their way. Others are busy with their own worlds. The most relaxed among the others is of course the alien human who eats snacks while looking at the view in the car window. N

Iris. Wednesday, July 30th. Two days later… Noon. All day, I haven’t had a moment’s peace from talk of the blood moon festival. Everywhere, adult werewolves and younglings chatter with excitement. Their joy claws at me, pulling me back to when I still lived in Silvaton Ridge as Iris Herewit.

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.