Mothman Stories Novels & Stories

Or was it some other creature that she didn't know about? She heard the rustling of leaves and decided to hide behind a tree. After a second, a man wearing black appeared with a kid in his arms. He was laughing maniacally. "This must be another supernatural being. He runs really fast. What is he? Gosh! He smells really bad." she p[inched her nose. She saw his teeth were elongated and his eyes were ... red? She remembered something from her childhood. Her mum had told her stories of pale-skinned people with black veins, red eyes and fangs. They fed on blood. Some simply fed on animal blood but others chose human blood. Her eyes widened in realization.

Witnesses reported hearing strange noises coming from the woods at night, and some even claimed to have seen a strange creature lurking in the shadows. Despite the lack of evidence, Jackson couldn't shake the feeling that there was something supernatural at play. He couldn't ignore the possibility that Haven had been telling the truth, and that there was a monster hiding in the woods. If not werewolf another creature that is killing people in the woods at night.

“The man that Camila called her Mate. The man who came from the North was a Vampire.” I gaped at my parents unable to say anything. Beside me, I can see Mikey’s reaction which was a clear reflection of mine. We grew up with stories that will ensure us not even dare go in the direction of the path that leads to the North. The stories that we learned and know were not some kind of fairy tale that leads to the happy ever after. The stories that we were taught were brutal and always resulted in death.

"One day, he even killed his family when he was possessed by this demon. He lost everything by his own hands. He is said to have come to this same grounds and took his own life when he realized what he had done to his family." Mia's heart skipped a beat and beads of sweat lined up on her forehead. Horror stricken, they stared at Cade in utmost silence. "How true is your story?" Mia asked, breaking the story. Cade only shrugged sipping from his drink, seeming unconcerned. "That was disturbing." Rain stated and they all agreed, giggling. Deep down, they knew they all loved scary stories. Next Steph graced the occasion with another really disturbing story about a kid gone missing in the woods a

With a little more effort, she would find it. "I don't know much because I don't have any interest in them," Emily said casually. "My parents were victims of them when I was a child, so Gran has done a lot of research on them. She has told some stories of full moons, hunting humans, their aggressive nature, etc. More than half of the stories go over my head."

I gulped hard as I peddled my way to the creek, greeting some of the townsfolk on the way when I got stopped by Mrs Maisel, another fanatic of the supernatural. “I heard you’ve been hanging around Monsoon Creek Rory,” She said whilst trying to crack a nut with her fingers, the woman was a nutcase, “You better be careful. Werewolves and Vampires are looking to prey on a beautiful soft lass as yourself.” I rolled my eyes in disbelief, “Wolves, Vampires and whatnot don’t exist Mrs Maisel. I’m pretty sure it’s just a cooked up story by some story tellers from your—

I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open. The first few pages were filled with the usual stuff—founding dates, town milestones, and the kind of folklore that every small town seemed to have. But as I read further, the stories grew darker. Mentions of strange disappearances, shadowy figures in the woods, and whispers of creatures that hunted under the full moon. Wolves. My breath caught in my throat as I skimmed over the passages. It wasn’t just talk of wild animals. There were stories—centuries old—of people who could shift into wolves. People who lived among the townsfolk by day but became something else under the cover of darkness.

Random clippings with Sharp scribbles. “Back in the 90s, a bunch of people turned up dead in the Ravenfalls forest.” Their bodies were torn apart…. Weird. Some people blamed wild animals, but my grandma always said it was something else. Something supernatural.” “Supernatural?” I asked, my voice quieter now. She nodded; her expression suddenly serious. “Ravenfall’s got secrets, Audrey. Lots of them. My grandma used to tell me stories about the creatures that have the ability to change from man to beast at will. Werewolves, most strongest during full moons.”

Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown