Full Moon Creepy Novels & Stories

Viktor sees the confusion on my face and chuckles. “They don’t live on the estate and only come here on the full moon to help the pups ease their transitions. I am sure you’re aware of the pull the full moon has.” He says. I shudder as he says this; of course, I am aware. The full moon makes our shifts uncontrollable; we literally have to be chained up to stop us from wreaking havoc on normal humans. I can’t imagine how it must feel for a newly transitioned pup as I don’t remember my first shift even though everyone says that it is unforgettable.

The serenity of the night intrigued Dongyue, who was taking a walk to calm his senses. He had just arrived in this strange island, and what could be the better way to satiate the explorer part of himself by finding his way around? He hadn't expected anyone to be around. It was the sixteenth lunar day of the month, and the eight moons were slightly short of a full moon each. The snowy island was a breathtaking sight even at night. He was amazed by this white wonder, which in the past, he had only managed to see in pictures.

"That takes courage most people don't possess." She moved toward the door, then paused with her hand on the handle. "Fair warning, child—the full moon's coming up in three days." "So?" "Things get... difficult around here during the full moon. Kael's curse is tied to lunar cycles, and gets stronger when the moon's at its peak." Vera's voice carried a warning I didn't fully understand. "Best to stay in your rooms those nights. Lock the door. Don't come out for anything until dawn."

It depended on my father's answers. "You seem lost. Are you still worried about that incident?" she asked me, extending her hand to gently pat the back of mine. "It's just that this night is so weird," I commented, taking a bite from the freshly baked bread and dipping it in the homemade salsa. "Hmm! Tonight it's going to be very weird. It is said that it's the white scream night because the moon suddenly turned full, even when it wasn't supposed to be a full moon," she explained, pointing her finger at the sky. I followed her arm and saw the stars shining, giving the crescent moon a full appearance as they surrounded it.

“The full moon is near — that’s the sign you’re about to turn to a beast again. Your influence, your pheromones… the Shadows will feel your presence wherever you are because of it. We must warn Accashia about it.” Calleb cleared his throat. “I guess.” He used his elbow as leverage to prompt himself up. “It’s always like this during the full moon.” He said as he stared up to the sky. “But now the nightmares are getting worse. I feel it, like I’m being eaten alive.”

I'm here again, on the night of the full moon. The night when all of my misery happens and this time, I'm afraid that something might mess up again this time and I don't want that to happen. Instead of being happy every time the full moon will rise, I'm hiding to the problem that might chase me again and to the curse that might hunt me even in my sleep. They're waiting for this night to come yet I'm hiding from it like a coward- a kitten that's so afraid of monsters and tigers. I am a self-proclaimed tigress yet I'm being such a pussy just because of a damn full moon.

She recognized the weight of my question, the genuine curiosity tinged with a trace of apprehension. She took a moment to choose her words carefully, ensuring that her answer would provide clarity amidst the myths and legends. "Sandra, it is true that the full moon holds a powerful influence over werewolves," Freda began, her voice steady and calm. "During this time, their wolf nature is heightened, their senses sharpened, and their connection to the primal world strengthened. However, it is a misconception to believe that they become uncontrollably savage or lose their sense of reason." She paused, her expression earnest and filled with wisdom. "Werewolves possess an inherent balance betwee

"Take these pills, and come see me if you get any more hallucinations." I stared at the bottle, holding it tightly in my hand and nodded, knowing deep down that I was never going to take them, or confess any vision to him. Ashley looked out of the window, her eyes widening in panic. "We need to go back right now. The moon is almost full." I looked at the sky in confusion. "Why is everyone here so terrified of the full moon?" I asked. Neither of them answered immediately. "They aren't just afraid," Seth finally answered, his eyes dark as if they carried a deep secret I knew nothing about. "They are terrified, you never know who or what it will take from you."

one guard muttered. “She hasn’t touched her food all day,” the other remarked. “That is not our business.” I forced my breathing to stay even, pretending to sleep as they conversed in hushed tones. “The full moon is tomorrow,” the first guard murmured, lowering his voice. “Not just any full moon. A blood moon,” the second whispered back. A chill crept down my spine. A blood moon. I knew what that meant. It was unpredictable and dangerous. The blood moon heightened everything in a werewolf—rage, hunger, desire. It stripped away control, turning even the most disciplined wolves into wild beasts.