Mothman Stories Novels & Stories

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

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He could understand the zombie and vampire creation, but what about the water mushrooms? “I’ll choose option C.” The system registered his answer, and a new scene appeared before him. (Mandy wandered for a long time and was hated by all the animals who used to love her. She found her father’s grave near the cottage that had fallen into ruins. When she tried to find the man who resurrected her, he would disappear. Eventually, Mandy spent the rest of her lonely days playing her lute to mushrooms that slowly became monsters, haunting the forest, lake and cave. The mushrooms drove the mysterious man from his cave, turning him homeless. Exasperated, the man went to find Mandy, but the maiden hole

I swallowed, taking another drag as I wracked my brain, trying to think if I had read or heard any of those stories. “How did he find that? I have never heard that story,” Sabastian said, taking a drag himself as Hunter scratched his beard. “That’s because this story isn’t from our time, not even this century. As far as he can tell, the story dates back over 5,000 years.” I swallowed as all three of us turned to look at the woman lying dead on the bed. None of us dared to even breathe. She looked so preserved you would never know how old she was.

I was greeted by an old man whom I assume to my Pack history and wars professor. "Welcome, dear. I'm Govind. I will be teaching you Pack laws, pack wars and history as pack law teacher was on a vacation. I knew you would have known about our origin. But it's the tradition to start the lesson with the Origin of our kind in the gratitude towards the Mighty Moon God. I heard that you are the one created the 'Moon Pup' application. The animation of our origin story was so good. I have seen my daughter showing it to her son, dear. So for a change, I am going to listen and you have to narrate the story. Is that okay with you?" Wow! That man could speak. And it would be boring to listen. And there

"She says there's this great pack, hundreds of them, mankillers. The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell." The man in the green cloak said, "I heard how this hellbitch walked into a village one day . . . a market day, people everywhere, and she walks in bold as you please and tears a baby from his mother's arms. When the tale reached Lord Mooton, him and his sons swore they'd put an end to her. They tracked her to her lair with a pack of wolfhounds, and barely escaped with their skins. Not one of those dogs came back, not one."

he said as he kissed Trisha on the lips gently. I made puking noises. “Yuck! Please get a room. Don’t spoil me.” They both laughed as I pretended to vomit. “Oh, and princess, be careful out there. There’s been something strange going on lately,” Damien said, which piqued my interest. “Something mysterious? What’s going on?” I wanted to know. “There have been reports of werewolves, vampires, and humans going missing. Some have been found dead, while others are still missing, and based on current events, those who are missing are unlikely to be found alive. So we’ve just been looking into and looking for the missing people.”

Clara had already left to school and he was soon to follow however. "Hey Mr Knightley, if I scratch some or bite someone as a human, will they turn into a werewolf?" He asked curiously. "No. Only your wolf form can turn others, or at least in a sort of hybrid state between the two" the man said while looking through his fridge for more beer. "Hybrid state?" Jason looked at Joseph with even more curiosity in his eyes. "You'll learn all of this later, now go to school before your mom gets mad at me... On second thought don't, I like her more when she's angry" Joseph gave a perverted smile but instantly Jason had ran out of the house and was heading straight to school.

He hadn’t had to kill a witness for a long time. Mostly they could rely on general disbelief in the supernatural and, in the Pacific Northwest anyway, Big Foot stories. One of the Oregon packs had made it a hobby to create Big Foot sightings ever since the damage one of their new wolves had done to a car had been attributed to Big Foot. “The student said some crazy old man with a knife jumped out from nowhere and told him to run,” said Brian. “So he did.” Toby absorbed that for a minute. “A crazy old man who happened to be there

She rode a taxi and went to the hospital. “Did you guys hear the rumors?” Madison heard the nurses talking in the nurse station. “There were rumors saying that there are vampires and werewolves in the city!” “That’s none sense! Do you still believe in those?” “Why? It could be true! They said that some people saw a person with a super speed who move like a speed of light!” “I also saw some videos about that! It looked so real!” “There were even videos where you can hear the sounds of a wolf growling! I mean, why would there be wolves growling in the city?”