Full Moon Creepy Novels & Stories

“Oh and … you are free to do whatever you want.” I tuned out the last part, I wasn't bothered by it but by something else. Death? Oh … fuck. Now I knew why I had such a bad premonition, the full moon was in 48 hours and that was why she said the worst-case scenario was death. During the full moon, the forest was so cold that white fog could be seen stretching for miles. If we got caught up in that, then not even their supplies could help us. I gritted my teeth but I didn't panic. I buttoned up my coat but I knew it wouldn't help. The cold in this place was special and it was like it seeped into your body and remained there, slowly freezing up your blood.

The sky had darkened to a threatening crimson hue as the blood moon ascended, creating a spooky light in the clearing. Amora's heartbeat seemed to synchronize with the pulsing moonlight, increasing in intensity and transforming the night into a living entity. The atmosphere pulsed with power, mysterious and vibrant, like the cosmos anticipating an imminent event, on the brink of happening.

I turned my attention with drooping eyes back to my best friend, in time to hear her final set of words. "No one really knows if what they caught were the creatures or if they were the only ones there, but after, everything returned to normal. Folks say their descendants still want blood and that they roam the forest. " She pointed out the window as the sliver -grey light from the moon filtered in adding to her dramatic effects. "Every full moon and those who are unfortunate to meet them never returns". "Wow, " I say yawning sauntering over to my bed, stretching as I walk away. "That's a load of crap. "

“You did better than I expected, Dixie. But don’t think this is over.” Gosh! I hate him the more. Hate this place. Hate Trix. Hate my freaking life right now. I turn away, heading back to my room. I may be bruised and battered, but I’m not broken. Not yet. And I’ll be damned if I let them break me. I pass by a group of maids huddled together, their whispers attracting my attention. “Tomorrow is the full moon,” one of them says, her voice low and urgent. “Everything changes then.”

My eyes land on the dents in the headboard. My fingers curl slightly. Two weeks. Two weeks until the full moon. A slow unease creeps under my skin. The nightmares always come. They’ve followed me my whole life — flashes of pain, running, desperation clawing at my chest. By morning they fade into fog, but the exhaustion never lies. They’ve been getting worse. More frequent. More… vivid. Mother always says the full moon is when the most evil walks the world. Seanna Morgan prefers science. Logic.Something explainable.

He grunted in greeting, a heavy shadow on his face. Joe wasn’t exactly a talkative type. I was glad for his sullen silence as I settled in my chair. All the Alphas were on edge. Not only was this full moon the Wolf Moon, but we were about to come into a rare lunar eclipse. The timing was an ill omen, made all the more ill by the strange things that had been happening in the woods. The spirits of the earth and trees were restless. The scent of magic was increasing throughout the town, and there had already been several incidents where strange shadows seemed to have tried to abduct children.

The moon rose high and cold that night brighter than I’d ever seen it. Its silver glow crept across the floor, spilling through my window like shards of frost, and my heart froze with it. Lucy was restless inside me. I could feel her pacing, snarling beneath my skin. The pull of the full moon was everywhere thick and primal, like electricity humming in the air. Across the entire pack territory, wolves trembled under its call. Blood burned, bones ached, instincts screamed to the surface.

The moon felt off tonight. Pulling the camera closer, Tamara squinted, trying to pinpoint what bugged her. The full moon hung heavy and bright over Millbrook Community College, turning the sleepy New York town into a stage. Awesome for her photo project, but it gave her the creeps, like the air before a storm. “Just snap the pic, dummy,” she muttered, fiddling with the focus ring. Her breath puffed out little clouds in the chilly October air. Colder than usual, even for upstate.

It was a simple, elegant chain, but the pendant was unusual, a dark, almost black, crescent moon carved from a stone that seemed to absorb the light. Before I could get a better look, she tucked it back in. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t work too hard!” With a final, saccharine smile at Kaelia, she left. The moment the door closed, I turned to Kaelia. “Did you see that? The whole place feels… rushed. People are on edge.” Kaelia let out a long breath. “It’s the full moon. Tonight.” A primal shiver went down my spine. “The full moon? What does that mean here?”

I could see the moon it was almost fully in a circle shape because tomorrow is the full moon. Full moon I stare at the moon for a long time. I don't know why but during the full moon I become a little too sensitive. I don't know what but I always carve for something or Someone. My eyes wander in the darkness as if they are looking for something and became more difficult to fall asleep during these days.