Full Moon Creepy Novels & Stories

She had faced vampires before, but this one was different—stronger, faster, and far more feral. A flash of movement to her left. She spun, blade ready, but the creature was already upon her. Its pale, gaunt face contorted in a snarl, eyes glowing crimson in the light of the Blood Moon. Aria ducked under its clawed swipe and slashed upward, the silver biting into its flesh. The vampire hissed, retreating momentarily, but she knew it wasn’t done.

“You should get going, I need to go back too.” Mallory hid the sudden bitterness in her heart and took his arm, thanking him in the process. They counted their catch and realized that they caught twice as they had done yesterday. “Did they overpopulate or something?” She can’t help but comment out. “Probably because it’s a full moon two days from now,” Leofric said after a good laugh, looking towards the east where night is slowly creeping in. “Oh,” Mallory paused and thought that the full moon was just right around the corner. “Animals are truly abundant during that time.”

The sight of the moon fully out in the dark sky caused my eyes to widen in horror. I was so carried away by the mate thingy, making me forget today was a full moon, and my sanity was in line; The moment the moon fully appears in the sky, I lose my sane self, and something unexplainable savagely takes control of me, making me kill anything with life that I cross paths with.

Emerald It was nearly midnight. And I was awake. It was a full moon tonight and I could feel something inside me stirring but it was nothing compared to what new pups were experiencing on this night. For first transitioners, the full moon can be one that makes us crazy. Our wolves would get stir-crazy and want to be released, thirsty to roam free on their own. There were no rules for the wolves once they were released from the human flesh, they were bloodthirsty.

“Two days is the night of the full moon, we are not halflings so we generally do not have a problem with the moon, however a cryptic pregnancy is a pregnancy that goes against the nature of the supernatural life, it comes with its own consequences.” “The moon rejects them and so, on the night of the full moon, cryptic babies can get very aggressive, slowly tearing away their mother's wombs or in the worst case, their mothers rip the baby out herself.” He paused so his words could settle. “You need a more subjective and domineering force, and the only way you can get that force is an Alpha. This is the main reason cryptic babies crave for an Alpha's aura.” “The full moon is in two days, you c

Maddox’s POV: Whenever I thought back to the night I first saw her, I questioned whether it was a coincidence…or some twisted trick of fate. None of it should have happened. Hell, none of it was supposed to happen. She was a human, for fuck’s sake. And yet…it did. And now I was trapped in that moment, with no idea how to crawl out of it. It was the night of the Full Moon—the night when rogue wolves lose all control and their hunger turns to madness, and the desire to kill overpowers every instinct.

I ask her as I peel the crust off the top of the sandwich and swallow it like spaghetti. Mom winces. "I can't." "Why not?" She taps her index finger on her temple. From what I gather, she thinks that some kind of magic prevents her from talking about it in detail, so I can only get fragments. She tells me that the magic wanes on new moons, but we're halfway to the full moon. It is the tide and the full moon that bring all the monsters out. When come the wolves and the fairies and the lost immortal warriors. That's what she says.

I blinked slowly, realizing that there was a small source of light in the room after all. My eyes followed the source, landing on the window above me. The light cast an eerie glow that painted the surroundings in haunting shades. I squinted, my gaze drawn to the unsettling sight outside. It was a Blood Moon, its ominous crimson hue intensifying the foreboding atmosphere within the room. A Blood Moon... that was never a good sign. They symbolized the coming of a bad omen—and in some cases, even death. The sight of the moon, stark and captivating, stirred a primal instinct deep within me—a lingering unease that sent a subtle shiver down my spine.

"Sure, what do you want to know?" Davina hesitated, searching for the right words. "I was wondering about the significance of the full moon in werewolf legends. Is it true that werewolves are more powerful during a full moon?" Lucas chuckled, a knowing gleam in his eyes. "Ah, the full moon myth. It's a common misconception, actually. While it's true that some werewolves experience increased strength and heightened senses under a full moon, it's not a universal trait. The moon has no control over us, despite what the stories say."

But even though it isn't full it is still shining brightly from above. "Why did you suddenly think about them?" She asked that made me silent. Because I am worried to the guy I met earlier. He is living in the forest and staying there when it's full moon is dangerous because like Grandma said full moon is always the monster's hours. I can't help but to think about that guy. I am still young and maybe immature but my eyes can't lie to me. That man is very handsome. He has this aura that girls can't ignore. He is so manly and masculine. But his eyes are screaming of danger and even though it's gray it is still very dark. But is it just my imagination? I saw how his eyes turned gold and in just