Mosquitoland Novels & Stories

She watched Casey blow her a kiss, and they said their goodnights. **************** Saturday morning came with dark overcast clouds and a rather chilling breeze. There was the promise of rain in the air. Mouse had invited Tanner, earlier in the week, over for brunch while the tall brunette walked her through the glitches she was having with her computer game. Ever since Mouse found out that Tanner was, in her words, a computer whiz, the two of them seemed to get along really well.

1802 John stood still as he saw it happen again. On the surface of the Lake, there was a figure. A figure, trapped behind a barricade, moving round and round, chanting, then it would try to step past it but the barricade didn't let it through. He rose a hand to wipe his eyes but when he looked again, he saw the same thing happen over and over again. He looked around and looked back at the Lake and still saw the exact same thing. He began to laugh. He laughed so hard, the creature got tired of simply ignoring the noise, and looked up to see who the noisy Mortal was.

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

I muttered to myself. Entering a crowded living room, I found it large enough to accommodate up to fifty people. It was a lively mixture of the Moonlight Pack and Boldclaw Pack, the only surviving packs in Latan City after the great war. Every full moon, there was a party that brought the two packs together. Though they had once been enemies after the great war, I had yet to discover why. But that was the least of my worries. I loved parties, but certainly not a wolf party.

uffed as she folded her arms and waited. Lyle stepped forward closer to Amaris now. He looked concerned. Amaris suddenly started talking again. "There looks to be somewhere in the neighborhood of eight thousand troops here." Everyone froze. "Eight THOUSAND?" Anna said with emphasis on the 'thousand'. ALexis just covered his mouth and looked at the sky. Andreas put his head in his hands. Lyle ducked his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "What do we do? We don't have an army that can fight eight thousand." This time it was Taji that was speaking out. Alexis looked at him and simply shook his head and gave a brief shrug of his shoulders as if he had no idea. Amaris continued on unaware

At the unknown place, where there's no hope of living creatures except the harmful insects,the huge castle was seen. It located on the summit of the stony mountain that so called The Curse Mountain. The thunders and the stroke of lightning created lights around that creepy mansion. The poisonous insects climbed in its wall accompanied by the raindrops flowing on it. The thunderstorm getting louder and louder and the silence of the surrounding could make anyone to feel the chilling of their bones once they saw it.

I don’t know what it is, but there is something going on that makes me want to punch the Alpha. Our pack is about three hours from Red Moon Pack. Their pack is in an area that we call “the bottoms.” It’s an area of flatlands in the state of Arkansas and there are a lot of rice fields which means it is mosquito city! I swear I’ve seen mosquitos the size of birds there and you can literally hear them coming. As we drive closer to the pack, Tate is going crazy. Panting, wagging his tail, prancing around in my head. I asked, “What the hell, Tate?” Tate replied, “Mate is there. She needs us. Her wolf is calling for us.” I replied, “I get it, but we aren’t even there yet, so chill until we see her

But he's stubborn to not have talked when he is supposed to. “Evening is the best time for communicating with the moon goddess.” He added and like a parable I know where he was driving at, the old woman Lola, she would kill me if ever she is to find out I have been seeking refugee camp with Ramanov, just yet again another shade of fear struck through my spine turning my bile to flush.

“A word of warning, mangoes. When I’m free, I’m fucking the daylights out of you.” “Save it for when we’re actually free,” I interjected before things become graphic. My head had cleared up by now. Luca growled, anxious about our mate. Besides the choking scent, there was rot, pine, and… freshwater. I know where we are. “Gale, if I remember correctly, the river’s on the northern side of the Blue Moon Pack, isn’t it?” “Yes. Why?” “We’re far north. No one’s around for at least half a kilometer, and no guard has come knocking… yet. We’re not sedated. It could be a trap.”

Yolanda was furious. 'Kendall's evil! She, not only caught Master, but also hurt others with the venomous insects. She's horrible.' Then, they heard a sound coming from outside. Immediately, Darryl and Yolanda knew something had happened. Their expressions changed and they rushed out the door. The two of them gasped for air when they saw what had happened. Under the moonlight, they saw many venomous insects crawling over the monastery. Those venomous insects included Red-ringed Centipedes, snakes, scorpions, and spiders.