Mothman Oc Novels & Stories

I sat up, my brows curving in surprise at the serious look on her face. “It’s the season when a lot of killings happen. During the full moon, a monstrous beast goes about killing people and shedding blood. It’s an ugly sight to behold,” “What?” My mouth flew wide open. “Who is this monstrous beast and why is it killing people?” “Nobody knows who or where it comes from. It only appears every full moon and sucks the blood of innocent people,” “That’s crazy,” “Yeah. And that’s why people close their stores early around this period and stay indoors. It gets really bloody so make sure you don’t leave this mansion late at night,”

"Please Logan, its a tradition." His purple eyes pierce my own and his annoyance turns to a smile. "Of course mom, you know I'm only messing" He sits quietly, flipping through the newspaper when a frown appears on his face. "Mom, have you seen this?" I knew exactly what he was talking about, Damien and I had already seen it. Witches, wolves and vampires were being found dead all over the place. Not just one here and there, but twenty or thirty at a time, like someone was targetting our kind.

I say. He squeezes my hand and nods. “I’m ready whenever you are.” We wait, and slowly the noise around the campus stops. The Hunters must have moved on to search the buildings again, just as I hoped they would. I want to tell Alec about what I heard in the well, about how my mother’s voice called to me. As much as I hate the possibility, maybe I imagined hearing her. It’s not like I know what her voice sounds like, anyway. But, no. I didn’t imagine the voice.

I am still confuse because of this sudden call but all of them are in a serious expression when I try to remember the story of Dessa there is this... right! the Manananggal!! and we call it witch! observing the surrounding the trace of the witch still cant be seen "hold your grounds! I can hear the witch!!"- Dessa *SSSSSWWWOOOSSHH! SWWOOOSSSHH!!* *WWRRRRRAAAA!!!!* "its above!!"- Dessa as I look upwards I saw this ugly face, the face of a rotten zombie

— The sound of a loud scream with a glass breaking downstairs suddenly jolted me completely awake, and I shrieked out in surprise. “Mommy, what was that?“ I asked, staring at my closed door with wide eyes. 'Where is she?!' This time, it was an unfamiliar man's voice suddenly shouting downstairs. 'I don't know, I swear. Arrghhhh!— Someone screamed again, and I instantly recognized whose voice this belongs to. That's Mrs Madonna, one of our omegas. She comes here to take care of me whenever my parents or Kayden aren't around. She's a very kind woman, but why did she scream? Why are people shouting in the packhouse so late at night? What's going on? Are there bad guys in the house?

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.

He too wanted to get home and rest if only for a little while. Pullman returned to the office and laughed at himself. Was he really going to believe Dr. Freyman’s hocus pocus nonsense? Or that he was trying to convince himself there was no such thing as ghosts and demonic possession? Perhaps this case was making him lose his mind. He pressed the button and sat back with another doughnut and some freshly brewed coffee. He laughed at his typical cop snack of choice. Well, he found the tape with the wolfman.

So, I’m sure he’s shocked, and by the look on his face I’d say I was right. The change in her demeanor is obvious. She looks at me very serious, she’s all business now. “This is the spell that made your father the monster he is.” She says shoving the book closer to me. I look at the spell, not really sure what I’m supposed to do with this information. Not to mention I can’t read half of it. She sighs, “The moon man has been around for centuries. He’s supernatural, but he should have passed a long time ago. There’s no reason for him to be alive. He’s been dormant for years though. No packs have been attacked in almost eighteen years. The witches thought it was finally over, we thought he fina

Zinnia took a deep breath before she walked behind the woman, she stared around the massive mansion they were in, she had seen big houses in her pack before but this huge and weirdly creepy mansion she had never entered. Everything was black, or red. But what she possibly could expect from them? They were vampires. Soon they paused in front of a giant gate and after knocking on the door they entered, Zinnia stared around the room, and found a woman laid on the couch with her legs on another woman's lap who was kneading it. Zinnia had no idea about the rules or how grave mistake she made when she looked right in the woman's eyes, who seemed to be displeased with her actions and gracefully sto

He’s pouring me a glass of wine I didn't order. Maybe it will make my blood more palatable when he drains me. I’m beyond caring. A glass of wine seems like the least I’ve earned tonight. "I have no power over the actions of the hunters, but a site can be encouraged to hold no findings. I employ people who are very good at removing evidence. It's most of my payroll." "By dawn?" "Do you know what kind of monster it was?" "No. But I have a description. A twenty foot tall skeleton built from human skeletal remains. Silver bolts bounced off it. There were wolves involved with taking it down."