Mothman Oc Romane & Geschichten

Talen kept his opinions to himself. “Strange things happen in this town, anyway,” the driver continued as he opened the car door for Talen. “People go missing, lots of murders. And, they say on the full moon, wolves walk the streets of the town like they own it.” Talen suppressed his chuckle. “Isn’t that interesting? Thank you.” “I hope you enjoy your stay in Havermouth,” the driver touched his cap. “I’ll be glad to return to Rideten myself,” he chuckled as he got back into the car.

Serra's circle was on the corner, near the cabins and beside them was the Captain's along with Maddy who's still crying, looking for her son. A Reaper slithered just in front of Serra, making her heart leaped and her lungs stopped for a moment and pumped back again. The monster looked at her and she could see the sad souls of the people it devoured in its eyes. Up close, the monster smelled like rotten eggs and death. Serra was now shaking, her nerves on breakdown. She tightens her grip on the torch and held it out. The monster backs out, hissing.

With him down, I don’t know if he is dead or just unconscious, but either way the man turns around and I see Omega Jonathan staring at the camera. Looking closer, I see that his eyes are all black and his face has turned pale like death. Hoping that he hasn’t been completely taken over by something else, or even worse turned by a vampire, I pray for him. Then I watch as he skulks around in the shadows, hoping to catch us leave the safety of the compound too.

Damn, I really can't hide anything from this witty and scary woman. "Yup." she nodded her head, "do you remember the night we were supposed to watch the night sky with Shaun and Grey?" I nodded my head in response. It was the night I saw Shaun's lycanthrope form for the first time, in the rooftop of the history building.

Olivia summoned her silver maiden and wrapped it around the manananggal's legs, pulling the fowl folklore to the ground. " Gotcha, " But as the cambion omega reeled in her target, the manananggal gruesomely detached her torso , leaving its lower half to be detained by her capturer. The disembodied folklore flew at rapid speeds out of the ballroom and into the streets of Paris. " That's just gross, " Olivia complained as Taylor climbed back into the ballroom. " You should of aimed for the head, Witch girl. " Mallory radioed in. " Manananggal's detach from the waist down to feed on their pray, "

I am left alone in this small creepy room and I don't even know if to stand or remain sitted. The possibility of Harry being behind this drops....a bit, but it's still there. Hey, my name is Deborah. And you are about to follow me into a journey of how my life went from a cute daydream to a horrid nightmare after just one night. Welcome to THE MANSION, where every child has a story.

the voice wheezed, the sound of sandpaper on bone. The closet door swung wide, not pushed by a hand, but kicked open with a violent force that sent the wood splintering against the wall. The man stepped out. He was tall, gaunt, and dressed in rags that smelled of wet earth and ancient decay. His eyes were milky, sightless, yet they locked onto mine with a terrifying, supernatural precision. I didn't run. I couldn't. I was paralyzed, anchored to the floor as he took a step forward, his movements jerky and wrong, like a puppet on tangled strings.

Spiral waves of light and shadow drag me through planes of nothingness until I’m hurled into a basement in a home, drenched in smoke and crimson glow. And I see her. Oleen Ramleigh, draped in shadows, spirals of black and red crawling her skin like living things. Her face hollow, eyes empty. Around her, five ethereal women chant in unison, their robes the color of blood. A cauldron glows at their center, sparks leaping as knives stab into it over and over. “Oleen…” The name breaks from me in disbelief. She was older than I was. Distant, never quite known to me back when I used to live in Silvaton Ridge. But this, this creature doesn’t belong to the oracle she seemingly once was.

He said, waving for me to follow him. “Oh, fun.” My voice was heavy with sarcasm as I flipped my black fedora on and followed him out. The drive to the Shelton house in Bloodmoon took about two hours. It was a quiet neighborhood. Though I expected that Bloodmoon would be a peaceful place for years, I think the last time something big went down here was the massive ‘earthquake’ the Incubi Luna caused when her kid sister, the now Delta female of Bloodmoon, was kidnapped. Maybe that’s why vampires and other species have issues with wolves. The kind of power some of them possess is crazy.

she said, and Marina turned back. ______________ She looked around and came forward. It was night. It was very dark. There were two kinds of time in the same place where she was standing. There was day and a few steps ahead the sky was black. Nothing was visible from there. How was it possible? She was forced to move forward out of curiosity before she was pushed by a force reaching her. She kept falling. Terrible sounds were coming from the black darkness. The voices were coming closer.