Mothman Oc Novels & Stories

That maybe, in the future he wants to work on a comic company. But, if you would look closely, Landon's sketches are about his schoolmate's death. He detailed everything, from their favorite clothes, to the way they will die. It is too gruesome for a fourteen-year-old boy like him. What he didn't know is that somebody's watching him from outside his window. A man wearing a black hoodie and baseball cap. This man stare at him curiously; studying him, and learning everything about him. This man knows the sadness that Landon is going through, and he means to do something about it.

I ask Mara. “He-” she loudly clears her throat and wipes a tear away -“I haven't seen him.” In the ten years since I've established Haven’s Crest, we’ve never had a murder. We did this. It's our fault. Kahn lands on the deck, startling the Omegas. They let out a collective gasp of fear and some of them take a few steps back, but they won't leave their dead comrade. Wordlessly, the vampire frowns and crouches next to Chad.

"Hungry?" I shook my head. "No, I'm fine." He nodded. "Well, we'll eat at Club Moroii." A crease formed between my eyes, tilting my head to the side. "Club Moroii?" He smirked. "It's the most prestigious club for the supernatural in Las Vegas. It's above Lance's casino." I raised an eyebrow. "And the humans don't know?" He shook his head. "No. No humans are allowed entrance. Lance has bodyguards at the top of the stairs and when people get off the elevator. Admittance is by invitation only."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

“Well done. He totally had it coming.” The episode ended with an ominous shot of the Manor’s exterior at night, while Brandon Price spoke off camera with his equally ominous narrator tone. He concluded that Blotter Manor was one of the most haunted places he’d ever been to, and they’d gathered more than enough evidence to prove it. “Such a clown. Play next.”

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

She went to the dressing room and changed her clothes, and after that, she got to work. *** MONTERIO INVESTMENT*** Charles sat on the chair in his office, typing very fast as he was engrossed deeply in what he was doing. A knock was heard and he frowned. He didn't call for anybody. "Who's it?" He asked. "A monster," a guy said as he entered. Charles shook his head before facing the computer. "Why are you here?" He asked. "What's up, I didn't find your secretary outside," the guy said as he made himself comfortable on a chair.

And in the midst of the darkness that surrounded him, he held onto the belief that someday, he would find his daughter and bring her back to a world where they could be together, safe and free from the horrors of the werewolf-infested city. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting eerie shadows over the deserted streets of Omaha. Miller moved cautiously, his every step guided by a sense of urgency that had become his constant companion. He had survived for weeks, eluding the relentless pursuit of the werewolves that roamed the city, but tonight, danger lurked closer than ever before.

In the last minute before midnight, she stepped into the compound and watched the hunter’s moon light up the sky. “Emory!” Startled, Emory glanced over at the porch where her aunt stood. “Shift back! ” she yelled softly. But it was too late. Her bones snapped like they had a life of their own, causing her the most pain she had ever felt. Against the excruciating agony of what was happening, she couldn’t scream, howl, or cry as her veins surged with an almost acidic current, reforming her. Not quite human. Not wolf either. Her eyes were fixed on her aunt who hung her hands on her waist with a hollow expression.

Chris asked, sounding almost amused. The woman nodded solemnly, lowering her voice as if not to be overheard even though there was no one else around. “It’s been plaguing our town for months now. Strange noises in the night, objects moving on their own, people seeing things that aren’t there. Scares away most folks. Some say it came from Moonshine Manor.” “Moonshine Manor?” I repeated. “Where Alpha Fabian lives?” “Yes,” she replied. “It’s a big old place with lots of history. They say it was built on an ancient burial ground. Perfect for a demon to set up shop, if you ask me.”