Shin Mothra Novels & Stories

"Who are you?" One of the figures stepped forward into the dim, flickering light of a bioluminescent moss growing on the tunnel walls. It was a woman, her skin mapped with glowing white veins that matched the color of her eyes. She wore a tattered Lagos-style headwrap, but it was reinforced with carbon-fiber plating. "We are the ones your mother forgot to finish," she said, her voice a hollow, metallic echo. "They call me Sora. And if you’re wearing that stone, it means the countdown has already begun."

Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack. Damon and Scar came rushing out of the woods to intercept them. Shane spun and noticed the attack just as Damon came leaping at him with fangs bared. But he only had time to get Shane down on his back before she barreled headfirst into him, knocking him away before she whispered words to hold him down.

Maela whispered. Silence. Then she stepped closer to the pedestal and raised one pale hand. A shimmering pool of silver formed in the air between us. And in it, I saw flashes. A war. Not just wolves—but creatures with glowing eyes and scales, beings made of shadow and fire, tearing through forests and skies. And in the center of it all—women with marks across their skin, channeling moons and stars through their veins. Moonbound. One of them looked like me. The vision faded.

“I’m Maya. Welcome to New Moon Academy! What's your name?” “Uh, thanks, Charlotte but everyone calls me Charlie.” Charlie replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a flicker of hope at Maya’s friendly demeanor. “Are you a werewolf?” Maya asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I only ask because you don't give off the vibes that witches do and you are way too tan to be a vampire.” Charlie nodded, her heart racing. “Yeah, I’m a werewolf. I Just… transferred here.”

"Every choice splits you. That shard's what you left behind." The weight of it burns. Eden touches my wrist. "Don't." But I slip the shard into my pocket. Some truths are weapons. --- The Rotmother's army arrives at false dusk. They crawl from fissures in the ground-wolves with fungal pelts, crows with human eyes, things that are neither. Lila leads them, her once-childish frame now elongated, joints bending backward. Her crown is a nest of thorns and crow skulls. "You look tired, Kelly," she croons. "Let me fix that."

When I noticed Rina's silence I looked at Flynn who had the same conspicuous look. "You were fighting against four creatures but they are all one person and his name is Shawn Green, he is a Quartet Kanima. That is a Kanima that has the ability to share himself into four parts," Flynn explained. Those words were scary but to me, that was far from the subject. All I wanted to do was save the girl and find Stiles. "I don't know what that creature is but if it has a girl of Sixteen years old, I will save her," I said to Flynn. I was about to leave when Rina grabbed my arm.

silly woman. "Stay back you eight-legged monster. God, what I wouldn't give for a super-sized can of Raid," she cried. He caught the tail end of Chaob as he slid through the path she left, and followed. Ignoring the high-pitched squeal, that of a baby and not the mother, thank the gods, Acat sped past his friend as he battled the minor arachnid ? minor for this place, at any rate ? and headed straight to his wide-eyed bride.

Shinro chuckled. Talia, who had escaped from her mates, appeared out of nowhere—of course, she teleported. Diana and Rakiz were pretty used to it already, but Shinro and Soleyah were not. Their eyes flashed with a predatory instinct to attack, stopping only when they saw Diana waving at them with a smile on her face. Only then did Shinro and Soleyah finally recognize Talia, the Luna of the Night Prowlers Pack.

he thundered. Liora, using the distraction to her advantage, summoned chains of light, attempting to bind Morpheus. He struggled, the chains biting into his form, causing ripples in the dream realm. But with a mere flick of his fingers, the chains shattered. It was then that a twist unfolded. A shadow detached from Morpheus, taking on a familiar form - Echo-Selene. Isolde, stunned, whispered, "Echo-Selene? But how?" The shadow responded, her voice a soft echo of her former self, "Morpheus absorbed the remnants of my energy when he awoke. I am a fragment, a reflection. But I remember."