Mothman Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Out of the blue, he began convulsing with his urine-smelling breath covering itself on Liam's face. "There, there, no need to get angry!" The old man assured as he jumped back and forth. "The people of Droitwich have spotted the Moon Crawler, it is believed that she has slaughtered Mother Of Whispers…." He gave out his best elucidation while looking out for unwanted flees which obviously perplexed Liam.

The triplets then decide to try to capture the animal to fulfill their wishes. To scare away the supposed beast of the den, they filled the forest with traps. They always see shadows walking into the forest, but when they start chasing them the shadow disappears. They also had the idea of ​​trying to ask for things to stop the alleged creature. To their surprise their wishes were fulfilled! This only made them more willing to capture the creature. When they finally got to see the creature, they discover that they are, in fact, two children. After discovering this, they remove all the traps and give up capturing them, by the way, no matter how troublesome the triplets were, they would never k

The vines had crept up the sides of the house and had wrapped around it like veins and in the light of a perfect moon like the one which hovered above the city this percular night, it seemed to pulse. Stories had been made up and passed down from parents to children, stories of the last owners of the house having been in cahoots with a demon, of how they would lure children into the house and feast on their empty bodies after offering their souls to the demon that they had been rumoured to worship. Of course that had been falsified by parents to keep their children away from the house but then the family and the house had been strange, the children had started disappearing one after the othe

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.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Rose scolded me. "Come on, Rose. You know I don't believe any of the people's stories about this monster or what, I don't want to know." I replied. It was true, we were having some serious problems about young girls being abducted. Some came back alive but the others were found dead into the woods. People started making stories about a monster with red eyes behind the abductions. They said he was taking them into the woods to drink their blood. Some people believed it, along with my family and friends, but not me. I was not stupid to believe some man made stories.

Six men in black came out of a white van to investigate the cause if the accident, it was then I realized that the head of the investigating team was the man I had encountered in the Central hospital storage room, he noticed the same fangs on the woman's, similar to the one he saw when Linx entatained himself the other day, which made him more curious as to what and who did it, interrogating more witnesses "Hey man, have any idea on what attacked this woman? Prosecutor John enquired "It was some sort of human covered in animal fur" witness 1 answered "Yes, it wondered from shade to shade, when the sun had taken its shift for the moon the resume duty, the being struck this woman down, snappin

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"