Mothman Stories Novels & Stories

She wished she had the supernatural ability to know the number. Each time their mom tells them a bad story about Molicano, she always feels that there's more to it. The real problem now is that both her parents don't like talking about it. In less than 30 minutes they arrived at the mansion, Mr. Ro'Sau got down, entered the living room, and brought out the file. He double-checked if he locked the door well.

Kim's eyes widened. "I mean, I heard from people before that there's a ferocious monster living in this place. Five years ago, a family was murdered by an unknown criminal. When the police examined their corpses, they found out that their body parts, like liver and heart, were missing. Someone saw a werewolf monster roaming around when the moon turned full." Kim's eyes widened again. He didn't know if he believed in werewolves because it was only a story. "Kim, let me tell you that please don't go outside at night," Elder Gina reminded him. "Okay, Elder Gina," Kim agreed.

My first client had paid more than a hundred times what I was worth. That meant only two possibilities. A wolf. Or a vampire. I pressed my lips together. Only those two species were rich enough to afford me and neither of them were good choices. Please, I prayed silently. I did not even know who I was praying to. The Moon Goddess did not watch over humans like me. But I prayed anyway. Let it be a wolf. Even a cruel one. Even a violent one. Just… not a vampire. Because everyone in House Rose knew the stories. We heard them whispered in the laundry rooms and in the dark corners of the dormitories. We heard them when girls came back pale and shaking and silent for days. And we had already lost

she said, her voice tinged with a laugh. "Exactly," I said, trying to keep the slight irritation I felt from my voice. "There's another full moon tonight. Maybe there's something to it." The man leaned closer, his eyes lighting up with interest. "My Pawpaw used to tell us stories about those creatures," he said. "Said they had a code, that they wouldn't harm humans unless provoked."

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

“Was it a tall man? “she asked in a whisper. Camila looked at her expectantly, how did she know, had she seen him too? “Did you see him? “she asked. Carmen denied, but, looking all around, leaned a little closer to her. “Don't you know the legend? Camila denied. “What legend? “she asked nervously. “This town has a legend from many years ago, they say that a tall, thin man stalks weak and vulnerable families, disturbing them. “Camila frowned. She didn't believe in legends. “His name is Slenderman. They say Slenderman takes children deep into the forest, keeps them there for a while, then kills them mercilessly and takes their faces. Because he doesn't have one. Camila thought that this story

What he brought out didn’t look like a novel. It was an old leather-bound journal, hand-stitched, pages stained with age. He handed it to me without a word. I opened it slowly, and the first thing I saw was a sketch of a man mid-shift, half-human, half-wolf, his mouth open in a silent scream. “There are stories,” Thomas said quietly. “Stuff no one talks about anymore. Most people laugh it off. But there’s always some truth buried in the myths.” I nodded, heart racing. “Where did you get this?”

Ruben mumbles, and I turn to him. "Why risk it," I ask, and he looks between Kohn and me before answering. "Most human mates will have positive stories....the more....modern packs accept humans easily. Good stories should come forward for our benefit. Maybe the hype will die down," Ruben shrugs, and I shake my head immediately disagreeing. "No, very few humans will have strong enough stories to combat the fear now lingering in most of the human's minds.......Why did the Loner out us," I ask, turning my attention back to Kohn, who shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet awkwardly before answering?

No matter how long I spend squinting at microfilm and scrolling through articles written before I was born, all I've found are brief mentions of my family's murder. None of it makes sense. Any official reports talk about a tragic accident. Except every time I read those articles something twists inside me because I remember screaming and my mother's slit throat. Don't even get me started on wolf research. Jesus Christ. Every search eventually led me to increasingly unhinged stories. Apparently every werewolf is either a billionaire, a prince, shirtless, or trying to impregnate somebody. Sometimes all four simultaneously. Useful. Really groundbreaking investigative work. Meanwhile, I'm sittin

"Come, hop in. I won't hurt you so you don't have to be on alert because I myself know how roadside vehicles can be. Currently, there are about three articles out on missing people." "Missing people?" She asked as he helped her into the passenger's seat. "Yes. They always end up in ditches or bushes days later looking mummified as if they have been drained of blood. Some believe it's vampires while others believe it's the witches. Only the minority believe it's vampires because they're not real and the majority think it's the witches." Benji explained as he started driving. "If they believe witches are real, why won't vampires be real?" "Because Vampires are locked up in hell and their mediu