American Horror Moira Novels & Stories

The world halts. I lift my head. And there they are. Five women hover above their tombs, young and impossibly beautiful, cloaked in blood red gowns. Their eyes gleam like molten coals. Their forms ripple with both light and shadow, ethereal and terrifying. “Mortal, are you the Ramleigh who has awoken us?” They speak in unison, voices layered and booming like a chorus of doom. My tongue freezes. Fear roots me still. “Speak, mortal!” They thunder again.

I say. "Until a Blackthorne descendant enrolled at Blood Moon Academy with an active and accelerating power manifestation." Maya looks at her notes. "Mira Vance is the current executor. She took the role young, younger than any previous executor, because she was the only remaining Vance with the right combination of training and ability. She's been monitoring scattered bloodline activity for six years. Your arrival was the first significant event she'd been required to respond to." I sit with this for a moment. The full shape of it settling around me the way large things settle when you finally stop moving and let them land.

Does it make any sense? Ann wasn’t sure what would happen to them as time went by. She mentioned one of her granddaughters, Ann Claire, who had come back to the Manor after dying somewhere else, but she soon started to sort of lose her sense of self. Like, she progressively forgot who she was, and started changing. They saw her lose her human shape, until she turned into a blurry shadow and ended up fading away, like a mist blown by the wind.

Dream Chaser then jumped into the Limbo and crushed Moira’s soul transforming her into a devil. “What did you do!” exclaimed Merek. “I crushed her soul and turned her into a devil.” replied Merek. Merek then used Limbo and placed her in the Doom as to protect the nation from the new monster. The next morning Kariya awoke to see the slaughter that lay before him. He then went to look for his wife. Dream Chaser then appeared and gave Kariya a hug. “Moira is dead, Merek killed her, I tried to stop her, but she was too strong.” said Dream Chaser.

My head started tingling and before I knew it, I fainted. I woke up lying in a field, and when I looked around, all I saw was guts and blood. There were different dead species all around me. Not a single living soul. When I got up and started walking, I burst into tears. My friends and family were lying on the floor in a big pile. They were all so horrible to look at that it was difficult to identify them. There was, however, a missing person. Grrr I heard an evil growl behind me. I turned around at the precise moment when a claw fell on my face. I fell on the ground, and I saw who my aggressor was. Amon.

He was on the verge of killing everyone of them. There was no time for her to explain things to her family. Amara understood the fakir was dead and one after the other, the monster was about to kill each one of her relatives. When she was almost clueless on how to save them, a power of Princess entered inside her like a lightening. Amara shook with the heavenly spirit entering in her, her big black eyes went with rage and body drew erect with an illimitable valour and courage. She pushed the ghost inside a small room with immense strength and put the latch for the door locking the vampire inside it.

she said, gasping for air. “Not looking likely,” Grayson said, beaming. So there you had it, she was drunk on vampire blood and thought she was hot shit. I turned Moira so she could see who was speaking to her, and Grayson morphed into his natural form, even taking me back a bit. He was about 6’5, a fit 300 lbs and had the whole deal … red skin, horns and a tail, he looked scary as fuck. He immediately took Moira from my grasp and licked her face, leaving a burn in his wake.

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

The sweaters that Soraia was wearing fell down at her feet and so frightened was she that it took her a while to realize that she was naked from the waist up so she quickly covered her breasts. The girl is an old acquaintance of ours who goes by the name of Miranda. She was Julio Cesar's companion, the first vampire transformed not by the bat but by man. -Don't be afraid. I just want to help you. Soraia looked like a statue, no movement, no voice, and even her eyes were motionless, staring at the thing inside her mirror...and talking...to her. FOR HORROR! -Listen to me carefully. Stay. Away. From Julio Cesar.

It has been waiting my entire life for the moment when I stopped being afraid of it. I am not afraid of it anymore. The Moonblood does not surface gradually. There is no gentle emergence, no careful unveiling. One moment I am Eira Quinn, former omega of the Ashbane Pack, mother of one five year old who forgets his boots and checks his left buckle twice and has his father's eyes and my stubbornness and more power in his small hands than anyone in this clearing fully understands. The next moment I am all of that and something ancient underneath it. Something that was here before the packs. Before the territories and the borders and the Alpha wars and the prophecies written on stone tablets by