Mothman Oc Novels & Stories

The drama unfolding in her front was quite funny, and she would have been so ashamed of herself if there was any other person in the room. "Hahahaha, your legs are so worn out that you can't even stand on your feet. Bella, who the hell must have fucked you so hard that you lost your balance?" Mrs. Manchor said, looking at Bella with her face filled with disgust. Bella watched her mother, who had borne her in her womb, insult her to her heart's content. Bella knew she was an omega, and that had been the reason why the whole pack hated her. Her not having a wolf in her made the hatred increase. They had found out that she was wolf-less on her eighteenth birthday, on the night of the full moon.

With a determined sigh, he revved up his motorcycle and headed back to his mansion. As the days turned into weeks, Simon's determination to win Mara's heart only grew stronger. He immersed himself in research, spending countless hours pouring over ancient texts, scrolls, and documents that held the secrets of the supernatural world. He reached out to contacts from his past life as a vampire, seeking insights and guidance from those who had a deeper understanding of the intricate dynamics between werewolf packs and the centuries-old enmity between vampires and werewolves.

I stopped as my curiosity got to me and opened the door and walked in, everywhere was dark and quiet. Wasn't someone screaming a minute ago? I searched for the light switch although.I was an Omega I still had some werewolf ability of keen hearing and heightened sense of sight. I switched on the light and gasped when my eyes met Ryan's and saw his body stained with blood. And he was holding a person's head!

Covered in scratches, bruises, and blood from his fellow, his movements were becoming slower until he fell in a loud noise, tripping on the corpse of his fellow. The grey monster walked solemnly to him and stood on his two feet. A heartbeat later, a naked woman was hovering over the now wasted man. She had brown eyes, black hair with a grey lock of hair, and clear olive skin. In her mouth was a gold document and in her hands was a candy wrap. Guys ogled her body before it disappeared on the horizon.

He flashes the council a smile. "There's also one more matter we were wanting to discuss," chimes in Calliope, the witch representative. Calliope is a short woman on the older side and has white hair, with a round face and body. "We've started tracking some unusual vampire activity in the areas surrounding Ashland, Oregon." "Seeing as these areas have never really been of interest to vampires before, we're suggesting you keep a sharp lookout and report back on anything you might find unusual," says Wilmur, the werewolf.

King Wymond glared maliciously at Oak. "Oak, my people are innocent, stop hurting them and deal with me directly!" "Of course" Oak replied. He narrowed his eyes at the old woman he was injecting earlier, and she started coughing uncontrollably to the extent she was coughing out thick blood.. soon she fell down and that was the end of her. Oak's eyes moved around as if he's looking for another prey, but everyone else started cowering away and trying their best, even in their weakened state to hide themselves from Oak's evil eyes -it's not like hiding can save them though.

It made my stomach growl in nauseous. "Do the police have possible leads?" Vilka asked the woman. "Did someone ever see something go inside that house? Something strange or whatever." "There are no leads. No one saw what really happened. No one dared to speak up if ever they saw something. I mean who would dare to? My God, whoever did this is a demon." My body hair froze. I swallowed deeply. Could it be correlated to werewolves or was it just pure human doings? "What's going on here?" Nazarus appeared in front of us. Oh right, he slept in our house.

Even Sergeant Allen seemed taken aback, pausing to clear his throat before answering. “Well, we have a lead that these two are involved in a homicide case. Ms. Gomez was identified in a photo posted on the victim’s social media. And if you aren’t aware, there is a werewolf lurking in our city.” He paused, gauging our reactions. “We’ve found shreds of evidence leading to the creature’s location—photographs and tracks of its footprints. This creature was involved in a mass slaughter at an asylum where most of the patients were killed. One survivor managed to give us this.”

That makes Owen a nice chunk of change on the side. Walking towards his work shop out behind the motel, he passes the newest guests that checked in last night. Three teenage boys and two girls. They are making a documentary of locations across the country that had been the scene of a grizzly crime. They were telling him that they had already filmed nearly one hundred places, the most famous being the Lizzie Borden house, the Amityville Horror House, Ed Gein's house, Jeffery Dahmer's house, and the Vallisca Ax Murder House. They told him they were on there way to California to see the Manson Mansion. Owen feigned interest before politely slipping away before they could ask him to 'say a few w

“Apart from the whole ‘no rejection thing’, it is also a period of time that the dead are closer to the living. The line between life and death is blurred and it continues to blur the longer the Omen Moon continues. And it involves good and bad spirits. And soon their apparitions become more evident if they chose to make themselves seen. Even sometimes, against their will.” “That explains what I saw in the living room,” I said absent mindedly. Hazel turned to me confused and I gave her a stern look. “Hazel, I don’t think what I saw in the living room earlier was a rat. I saw feet and a tall figure. I’m not sure if it was human though. If anything, it is likely to be one of those shadows.” I