Godzilla X Mothra Fanart Novels & Stories

“She’s...her eyes...oh god, look at her eyes!” “Silver and Gold—what is that?!” “She’s not normal, she’s not supposed to be...she’s...” They screamed again as I rose to my feet or what was left of me. Fur white and black as day and night covered my arms. My teeth were longer than any beta’s. My breath steamed in the cold that had suddenly swallowed the room. The ground trembled under me. Kian had stepped back, his face pale. His lips parted in shock.

Fiona grinned mischievously, “Back in my wild days, I knew an audio-visual store owner with a rich collection of films. Aren’t you looking for…that? I’ve sourced some for you, study up.” Bella paused, then caught on, “Adult films?” Such things weren’t particularly interesting, but Fiona’s suggestion piqued her curiosity. Fiona gave her a knowing look, “European, Japanese, anime…though Japanese ones aren’t great, too ugly.” “Got any Ultraman?” Fiona scrutinized her disdainfully. No wonder they were incompatible. Ultraman? Where’s the appeal in that? “You also want to watch Transformers?” “Transformers shoot oil.” She had inadvertently seen Transformers erotic fan art—way too much for her.

Goodnight. I put off the phone and stared at my window. The moon wasn't out but the stars were. I picked up my sketchbook and was suprised when nothing... nothing flashed into my head. Ok,this is weird. I thought. Normally, every time I picked it up,random stuff flashed through my head. Call it gift but, trust me, it created lots of headache. The face I had sketched was there,staring at me with a smile on her face. The dream I had in my dad's room wasn't making any sense. If there was a dangerous man on the loose, why hasn't there been anything on the news?