Novel & Cerita Mothman Stories

Aslan, despite his age at the time, was still reeling in young women eager for some kind of “experience.” But she had to admit, the mention of the manananggal earlier had sent chills down her spine. It reminded her of an old story she’d heard as a child. During gatherings and celebrations in the hacienda, the staff would tell tales about a woman who lived near the river, close to the waterfall. Supposedly, her body would split in half, sprouting wings, and she would hunt at night. It’s ridiculous. In her world of science and medicine, stories like that didn’t hold any weight. Still, it didn’t hurt to believe just a little—at least enough to make sure she didn’t end up as prey to some mananan

"With time, we'll get used to them." When we got home, I told Mom the stories the gas man had shared, but she shrugged it off. "It's just a harmless superstition, baby. Nothing is happening here. Can't you see? This place is amazing." Well, I guess she was right. But the way the townspeople told the stories, with wide eyes, and hushed tones.... it made it feel like more, than just bedtime stories. But despite all that... I never believed in monsters. Ghosts? Maybe. Witches? Of course. But vampires and werewolves? Please.... what a laugh. I may have a flair for the dramatic, but I had my limits.

’ I keep muttering to myself. In an instant, the two creatures were already near me, and I concluded that they were not humans based on their speed, strength, and coated hair on their faces. I huffed and continued running until I had nowhere to go, only the dark, scary mansion—the folks rumored all over town and in the Safe Haven orphanage. Orphans always tell stories about this haunted mansion full of spiderwebs, dust, and retro design. It was built a hundred years ago by the wealthiest family in Scottsdale, and now it is an abandoned mansion, someone believing there is a living creature on it. “Don’t think about going in there. It is dangerous.” The tall man exclaimed. I made a shaky motio

" Listen, children, I know you came from different villages to learn how to read, but I must warn you. " " There's a real story, about a silver monster, someone said he looks like a wolf, and someone said, he looks like a human." I said completely terrified but I must warn them. " Every day and every night, something bad happens to any villager, there is always someone to die, a guy drained of blood, or a guy dies from animal scratches, big scratches. " " Wow Hazel, what a story you're telling the children. " " Dad! " I stood up when I found my dad behind me, I looked at him and he stared towards the quiet Umera.

Then she said, “The worst case would be that The Mogollon Man should be overcome and become a vampire himself.” “What if he already is a vampire?” “I don’t think he is one of them. If he was, he would not have been capable of using the stake to kill an important vampire leader.” Millie looked doubtful, but she remained silent. The two girls went back to conducting their vigil over the corridor. “I am glad the vampire leader is gone. I do not doubt he still harbored evil designs to turn you and me into his followers.” Becky whispered. “Changing the subject. A Cthulhu figure is back on my shoulder.”

Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

"The problem, Sophie, is that you have the chance of changing what will happen in the future if you tell us what you know. Like I said, I can tell a dozen stories. You need to give me a reason why I should run your story over any other, or why I should even run it at all. There are millions of humans every day who pretend to be vampires, demons, and other supernatural beings. They dress up, wear fangs, and some even drink blood. All over the internet, people claim they’ve seen vampires, know demons, or are werewolves. Why is that?"

The answers they sought lay buried in the shadows, waiting to be unearthed. As they delved deeper into their investigation, they discovered a pattern. The disappearances seemed to be centered around a nearby abandoned mansion that was rumored to be haunted. Legends spoke of a vengeful spirit haunting the grounds, seeking retribution for past wrongdoings. Undeterred by the supernatural rumors, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel ventured into the mansion, determined to confront the entity responsible for the disappearances. The dilapidated hallways echoed with eerie whispers as they made their way through the decrepit rooms.

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

I felt that wasn’t enough. So I cleared my throat and said, “I also have a story about knocking on doors. You’ve probably all seen it before, since I read this one online.” “There was a very poor man who could only afford to rent a haunted apartment. Before moving in, he deliberately asked the landlord about the story behind it.” “The previous tenant of the room had suffered heartbreak and jumped to his death from the apartment window. Ever since then, people often claimed to see the dead tenant come back.”