American Horror Moira Novels & Stories

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

I know I should head inside to seek Moira out and ask for her help, but I am hesitant to do so. “You’ll freeze if you keep standing there like that.” I jump in fright and whirl around to see none other than Moira standing behind me, a fluffy winter coat covering the top half of her body with a matching black knitted toque making her appear like a burned marshmallow. A basket in her arms with the scent of herbs tells me she has just returned from the forest, her piercing violet eyes holding slight amusement in them. “Sorry, I came here looking for you, actually.” I stutter out, stepping to the side to allow the Witch to pass by. She chuckles, waving her hand as the wooden door opens, the warm

“Do you want to hold your mom’s hand?” Jamie asked Mallory as she lay on the operating table in his office. Cadon couldn’t believe how quickly everything was beginning to look like it used to. Even with the American government under collapse and citizens taking it upon themselves to hunt down Vampires and dispatch them, despite the laws that were still on the records, furniture, and other supplies were not that hard to find if one knew where to look–apparently. “Yeah, I’d like to hold her hand,” Mallory replied. She was so nervous, Cadon could see her shaking from his spot behind Jamie and slightly to the Healer’s left. Annastasia was standing on her daughter’s other side and had no problem

“I won’t shriek in fear, or recoil from the sight of you. I will feed you no longer, Torture God!” “You are wrong,” hissed Salem’s voice. “I will always be able to use your love as a weapon against you. Who shall I hurt next? That friend of yours, Loretta?” “Go ahead. She’s a masochist, so she’ll probably enjoy it. You’ll be wasting your time.” I waited for Salem’s reply, but it did not come. Instead, infected incubi flew towards me. I cut through one, and then another, and another, until the skies were empty. Still, Salem did not reply.

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

With all the tension in the air, I tried to lighten the mood a bit. But that happiness didn't last long. As soon as we got to the first step up to the altar, we heard a cracking sound. CRACK! The stone floor behind us shattered, leaving a big hole. We turned around right away to see what was going on, and dozens of black hands popped up out of the ground. "What is that?!" I shouted. Simon opened his old book right away. "Wraiths!" "What is that now?!" Alaric groaned. "The spirits of ritual victims."

"You ungrateful little monster! You're a curse on this family! How did the Sutherlands ever raise someone like you? "Your mother has sacrificed everything for you! Are you trying to destroy us all before you're satisfied?" I looked at her face, twisted and red with fury, and felt nothing but cold. So this was how they saw it. Mom had been stealing Dad's money to bankroll their entire family, and in their eyes, she was the one making sacrifices. While their curses chased me down the road, I got into the Porsche that had always been mine, turned the engine over, and drove away without looking back.

Heimzel was still lying weakly on his bed which was now covered by the faint light of the candles burning around the room. Suddenly the warmth of the father and son atmosphere was interrupted by the presence of someone Moira, a female werewolf who was also the Seer of the Silver Moon Pack, came to visit him. She was Heimzel's friend, as well as one of the most respected members of their pack. Moira looked at Heimzel with a mixed expression of concern and disappointment. "What's wrong with you, Heimzel?" she said in a stifled voice. Her voice was full of disbelief.

opens fire. Moira opens her mouth.