Novel & Cerita Mothman Stories

I immediately ran to where my mother was lying, all I see is a woman bathed in her blood and with a shattered lower body. “There’s a kid!” The voice caught my attention and I saw a huge man riding a horse with his spears pointing at me. My tears slowly fell and the man immediately removed his spear and get down on his horse. “What did you see?” He calmly asked. I wanted to say what I saw but there’s no voice coming out, it’s like I became silent and muted. “Perhaps, a werewolf?” I nodded like crazy when I heard the word let alone my tears that never stops falling.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

It was driven by one of the few humans that knew their secrets. Both Brandt and Thomas put their pants on though neither bothered with shirts. Deputy Charles McNabb jumped out, not realizing the mood of the wolves or his danger and started speaking, "There's been a murder three hundred miles from here. It was a woman. She kept something in her basement. The authorities aren't sure if it was a person, animal, or one of each. They called in hounds to search for the killer and the other possible victim." Charles took another deep breath, "I think it's a werewolf."

She was like a relic stuck in the past and I treasured the short time I had with her. At the time of her only visit, I was a little monster of a kid of five years. To put me in my place or pacify me, she told me stories about scary creatures and beasts that inhabited their village and one such creature was a manananggal. That was the one that stuck with me and the one that I could never forget. She explained to me what it was:

During her speech she appears to have lost control and turn— Click— “Can you believe the sheer power that animal has running through the city.” “I think the property damage alone is in the hundred thousands. And you said that was Ava— click— If werewolves exist what else is out there? Vampires? Fairies? Maybe even the chupacabra!” I hear a snort and chuckle behind me. I do not need to turn around to see that it is Grayson laughing at the new coverage. “They wished the chupacabra was a real thing. Would be better to blame a goat eating lizard than your next door neighbor for stealing your live stock.”

"Anyone who can tell me about this pack and the incidence that happened around a hundred years back?" "Either witches or vampires or werewolves, who are more than a hundred years old. You know how to find the truth. It might take time, but you know the way, don't you?" Logan Haysbert guided his grandson like a mentor. "I don't know what you're up to, but try not to harm any innocent." "Thank you, Grandpa." Colton ended the call and dialed his brother-in-law's number. "I need to know who is that anonymous person who gave that fake news about Silver Moon Pack to that reporter."

“They also bleed money.” “What—” I picked my steps over a root. “What is a ‘man-made wolf’?” “The story says a bite can make you,” he said. “Like a fairy tale for idiots. That’s a lie nine times out of ten and a death sentence the tenth. The Goddess doesn’t like shortcuts. There are other ways.” He glanced at me, amused by my ignorance. “Witches who don’t mind getting their hands weird. Old rites that smell like copper and salt. You can stitch a man to the Moon if you know where to poke the needle.”

This is something we’ll deal with too… Despite the warm weather, thinking about what happened sends a shiver down my spine. Something new is out there… something that is killing people. All those who are found dead hold a look of pure terror on their face, and their bodies hold no signs of being attacked. The locals say it’s the Baobhan Sith, a demonic woman who robs the souls of all men. We doubt that, but then again with the amount of new shit that is coming, we can’t be sure, no one is left alive to tell their tale. Only a few weeks ago, an entire pack house was found dead.

David grumbled, “After everything tonight, and that is the one thing you have a problem with?” “Sorry,” stated Hank, as he turned his glaring eyes on the other man. “But things like that don’t normally happen.” “What about the ghosts,” asked David with a tone of sass in his voice. “That I can believe,” the police detective growled at him. “I have heard many stories around Spokane and other areas about haunted places. But never have I heard about people changing shape to animals being true!”

These hunters had released a live telecast of a public execution attempt on a five-year-old, after torturing him, to pull out his unique gift to turn into a wolf. The video had first been considered a hoax, propaganda of attention-seeking. The media, news, people who took a chance to say anything and did, stood divided. Some had dismissed the story outright, and some had spread it further, the latter of which led to digging into obscure stories on yetis, abominable snowmen, bigfoot, and more. Stories that were dissected re-published, thrown out, and turned into fodder for other criminals. Stories, that became hunting weapons, which flushed out the supernatural, stories that unleashed a war t