American Horror Moira Novels & Stories

"Are you mad? If you have a death wish, go do it yourself! Don't drag us all into it!" Some of them even gestured to attack me. Just then, however, a robotic voice came out of nowhere. [Welcome to the horror scenario, Call of the Sea. Please head towards Sea Village, find the village chief, and obtain the Villager's Code of Conduct.] At that moment, a man with an afro, who shall hereby be called Afro, who seemed very experienced with scenarios, breathed a sigh of relief. "Whoof, at least this is just an A-ranked mythological scenario. As long as we follow the rules, no one's going to die."

But if he continued on this path, the entire pack could suffer the fallout. Moira was an elder she-wolf with a commanding presence. Her silver hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and her eyes carried the wisdom of many lifetimes. When Agatha explained the situation with Theo—the impulsive werewolf king who had rekindled his relationship with the witch queen—Moira listened with a patient intensity. She knew the stakes were high, and if Theo didn't regain control, it could spell disaster for the pack.

Somewhere in the past, where once Roxanne had dreamed before, there was somebody—a woman walking back and forth restlessly. This young woman was a doctor and was restless as she waited for her supernatural friends to arrive at their meeting place just around the border between the city and the woods. Kathy Morison kept checking her wristwatch when a vampire man, Simon, popped behind her, followed by a werewolf woman, Isabella, carrying a young body. ‘Jesus. Don’t pop like that.’

I can't say I'm surprised or shocked by the new information I have just learned, after all if a demon is not after me, it's not really a normal day in my life. My biggest concern at the moment has got to be me, or rather Aurora. My hands tightly grip the sink to keep ahold of myself as I look into the mirror and see her in my reflection. My heart starts to pound against my chest as I look straight into her eyes. I recognize the look in her eyes and it scares me. The hunger, the need to satisfy the monster inside of me is evident, I can feel it and it's taking a toll on me, almost like she's fighting with me.

“It’s my alpha aura. I can command anyone in the pack. I can also temporarily halt someone outside the pack. But it only works for a few seconds. I tried to do it to you actually, but it didn’t work. I’m guessing because you have alpha blood.” “Oh, I see,” I replied, and then I recalled how Hugo had expressed that I’d done the same to him. “Come on, why don’t you come meet my mom?” Alex grabbed my hand. “I’d like to introduce you.” “Maybe this was a bad idea.” I winced. Looking around, familiar feelings began flooding back—depression, pain, fear, confusion. I became light-headed, my legs weak, recalling everything that had happened since my mother was murdered. I thought I was going to pass

I'm just as drawn to him as I was before. “So…” I lick my lips. “If you’re a vampire, then what? Everyone at Hawthorn is?” “Some people are werewolves. Some are witches and warlocks. Some people are… other things.” My breathing becomes sharp. I know my ribs must still hurt, but it’s like I can’t feel anything happening in my body right now. “So Alice told the truth about that?” I ask. “And about Silver Hunters?” Alec’s red eyes sharpen. “You don’t want to run into a Silver Hunter.”

“How could the witch and Barbara get here this fast? If they managed to save Barbara before midnight and got here at five, wouldn't that be the time it took for the witches when they used Body Transfer?” Rokan Allegro took a step forward, stopped at the door of the Healing Room and looked at Barbara, who was lying weakly through the glass. “Barbara is another type of immortal besides the witch who can use Body Transfer.” “How could it be?” this time it was Aryadi who said. “She's just a wolvire, someone who can be said to be a hybrid!” Rokan Allegro turned his head. “You don't know your own daughter's secrets, do you?”

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Forcing my eyes to read in the dark, and also in the rain, I finally picture the statement which says M-A-T-E! The writing wasn't clear but I think I saw Mate. "Mate?" I uttered out, not knowing what was ahead of me. The coffin automatically opens on its own, and a skeleton jumps out of it. First time in my life I had ever seen a skeleton, and not to mention that the skeleton just 'Jump Out' Fear creeps inside of me, as I shut my eyes wide open, ready to scream while running away, but something strange happens. The skeleton which had just risen from the coffin placed its mouth on my neck.

He said golden ichor dripping between them "it's always and forever, Clotho" † Present Day Moira Turner The sound of the bell jolted Moira Turner out of her trance like state, these visions of her we're getting longer and more immersive, each time ending in her death "Weirdo!" The familiar sweet yet highly irritating voice of Carrie LeFray called out "what was in the visions this time?" It was strange how much of a routine this had become, sure as the day would come she'd find herself on the receiving end of some snide remark, the victim of another bullying incident and her face stuffed down the deep trenches of another disgusting toilet, leaving her once again late for Advanced Biology