Full Moon Creepy Novels & Stories

Evelyn There’s something eerie about a full moon, even when you’re used to it. Maybe it’s the stillness that comes before it rises, like the world itself is holding its breath. Or maybe it’s the way the air thickens, almost humming with something ancient. Something wild. Something dangerous.

I raised both eyebrows, trying to coach her to speak. “What are the rituals attached to the different moons? We don’t celebrate those.” She finally said. Inside my mind, I applauded her bravery, knowing it wasn’t easy for her to speak up. "A blood moon is a full lunar eclipse, so the sun is between us and the moon. Which means the pull from the moon isn’t as strong. Some theorize we’re weaker during those moons. But because of this, most pack have extra security around their packs. Like a superstition, almost.” I stopped to see Atalanta write down some notes with a lot of enthusiasm. It was cute.

She could smell the sap dripping from nearby trees. Was that just a dream… or a vision? She stood slowly, scanning the woods from her camp. The moon hung full and bright in the sky, its light painting the world in silver. A full moon. Her pulse quickened. She had heard the stories. The old ones. That the full moon wasn’t just sacred for wolves—it was dangerous. On these nights, the wild stirred. Creatures crawled out of their dens. Spirits woke. And wolves… changed. A cold sweat broke over her skin.

A large section of the wall is missing just across from the door, but the floor continues so you can step outside. I walk outside with Kaine, smiling at the amazement on his face. He stares out at the lake below us. It stretches all the way to the horizon, seemingly endless. The moonlight shines through the clouds and onto the rippling water. "This is so beautiful," he sighs, curling his arm around my waist. The air is suddenly chilling, so I lean into the warmth that always seems to surround him. "So why is it so empty?" he asks. "Tomorrow's a blood moon. The night before a blood moon is supposedly cursed. Anyone that is outside at midnight will be taken by the darkness," I tell him.

Lighting up the night like it was trying to compete with the sun. The full moon. My mind raced back to conversations I’d only half paid attention to. The curse gets worse during the full moon. The hunger spirals. Three years ago they’d killed almost all their guards and it wasn’t even a full moon. And now here we were. On the night of the selection. The night they’d be surrounded by other alphas and the council and hundreds of witnesses. On the night of a full moon. Something was going to happen. I could feel it in my bones. In the way the air tasted wrong. In the way they were all standing too still, like they were fighting against something invisible.

I knew I had to talk to him, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for the truth. I decided to distract myself and started researching about the Blood Moon. I found out that it was a rare celestial event that occurred only once a year. It was said to have a profound effect on werewolves, amplifying their powers and emotions. It was also believed to be a time of significant change and transformation. It was like the full moon, only more powerful. As I read more about it, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. It was as if something big was about to happen, and I was a part of it.

They walk over to us and take a seat. " You kids having fun tonight?" Uncle Geoff inquired. " Yeah" we all nodded. " Looks like there are a lot of wolves out tonight. They're probably getting ready for the full moon." Aunt Natasha said taking in the large crowd. The full moon's coming up, I bet that's why I feel anxious. Makes total sense now I thought. " I don't think that's it Tess, I'm never this antsy before a fool moon." I heard Athena say. " It's gotta be." I shook my head at my wolf.

Despite my heart's reservations, I opted to heed the rational perspective of my mind, as it seemed to hold the truth that my heart couldn't perceive. Eight in the evening and everyone already convened in the banquet hall of the Silvercrest Pack. While waiting for the moon to reach its peak, they indulged in eating, drinking, and dancing. Their expressions displayed a mix of excitement and concern. The excitement stemmed from the belief that the Moon Goddess would shower her blessings during this period. However, worry crept in due to the full moon being a time of possible attacks by rogues and vampires.

“You’ll see me in two weeks.” But it won’t really be her. It will be a shell of her. A ghost. The essence of her will be gone. That is how Griffin explained it. Over time, she will become one with the cold and the rage and the terror. She will only know happiness on the night of the full moon. “Don’t put me in the dark, okay? Don’t put me in one of those things. Just carry me into the catacombs and leave me there.”

So why was my head all day filled with images of me wrapped in his arms? Was it the moon? Did it somehow have an effect on omegas that I didn’t know about? My dread of the full moon only got worse.