Full Moon Curse Novels & Stories

Dorian roared, but his voice drowned. I ran towards one of the walls, a young female I tried to help her up, but she recoiled from my touch as though it burned her, her eyes flickered weirdly, then rolled back as she finally collapsed. “get out of there, Eve.” Dorian barked, pulling me away from her. “ Don’t touch them, whatever this is… It’s spreading.“ Just then, I realized that the red moon wasn’t just watching us, it was equally feeding. My wolf howled a broken sound inside of me, it made my knee buckle. ‘The curse is tied to you.’ She said weakly, ‘…and if the moon doesn’t stop, it will take us all.’

he replied. "Several centuries ago, our people were placed under a curse by the goddess of the moon. The curse was called the blood moon punishment, and on every blood moon, our people lose their minds, which leads them to kill their family and sometimes themselves when in an isolated place. The killing continues until the blood moon disappears completely three days later. Only the leaders are exempted from the effect, but they will feel the pains of every dead person." "That's worse," Hazel frowned.

It pulsed warm beneath my palm, as if responding to my racing thoughts. The first full moon. I looked instinctively toward the window, where morning light streamed through the glass. The moon had been full last night. Which meant the next full moon was twenty eight days away. If the curse was real. If the pattern held. I had less than a month before… No. I shook my head sharply. This was ridiculous. Curses were not real. Or if they were, they did not follow predictable patterns. The elders were just superstitious old wolves seeing meaning in tragedy.

She ran inside in tears without saying another word and night fell quickly which made me cursed our loud at the season. Velmora always looked more haunted under the moon, and tonight, it was worse. It was Still, cold and unnaturally quiet. Because tonight was the Blood Moon. And the curse inside me stirred like a beast waking from slumber. Fucking hell! I shouldn't have stayed in the goddamn mansion. My veins burned and my skin prickled with heat while my spine arched with my bones threatening to snap. Fuck. Fuck! The old bastard forgot to tell us and I forgot!

I can’t do that to him, to either of us. Humming a sigh, he spoke calmly, ‘Probably best not to kiss him then.’ ‘Solid advice, that.’ Gabriel laughed, ‘Just… be careful.’ Frowning, I tilted my head, confused, ‘Be careful of what?’ ’The full moon is a week away,’ he glanced at the calendar on the wall. There was a big circle around the 21st of June, the next full moon. ‘Our thoughts, emotions, our senses, even our powers, all become heightened leading up to the full moon under the curse.’

“You’re unbelievable!” I frowned immediately. “What happened?” “What happened?” she repeated angrily. “You rejected your pregnant mate publicly then banished her right after?” My body went still. “What?” “You heard me!” I stared at her confused. “What banishment?” Mira looked at me like she wanted to hit me. “Don’t act confused now, Arnold.” I grabbed her arm immediately. “What are you talking about?” She shoved my hand away angrily. “Gamma James gathered the elders and banished Leticia under your command!”

My husband, Landon Warren, was one of the third group of astronauts to set foot on the far side of the moon. Ever since he returned, he's lost his mind. He doesn't remember our daughter Lucia Warren's nickname, refuses to eat anything round, and seals all the windows in our house with black fabric. He stands beside my bed with a knife in his hand on full moon. Yet, the knife never comes down. I ask him what he saw on the moon. He merely stares intently at my face, repeating, "I saw the moon spirit." Everyone tells me he's been traumatized by his experience on the moon, and now he has severe psychological issues. I think so too, until I secretly access the classified records. I disco

I’ve even heard a rumour that much of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ was written one night when the Fae high court were partying, and Billy Shakespeare was sitting at one end of the long counter that takes up most of the front room, furiously scribbling notes. Tonight, the place was quiet as it was Halloween, so most patrons likely had parties to prepare for. It was also only the mid-synodic month, meaning much of the community was absent because of a partial moonrise. Though scientifically there was no astrophysical difference between a crescent moon and a waxing gibbous, for those who live within the shadows, the strength of the full moon is an all too real issue. Many enter the pub on these

"Whatever. You still have plenty full moons to experience the full moon's curse, until you are able to control your wolf nature, even on a full moon, just like Max. It is a lifetime process though, Amelia paused, and then continued almost immediately. "You were going to rip me to shreds so I had to do what I had to do, so Nation's fairy, please forgive me for depriving you of the experience of the first turn. I will let you enjoy it next time and let you take all the pictures you want." Shirley couldn't help but feel that Amelia was mocking her with her words. Especially as she had a smirk playing on her face all the while she spoke. “This fullmoon’s curse, can you tell me all about it?” Shi

the strange creature explained, “I tried to see what she was doing in order to get the location of the person who possesses the necklace and I failed. Please forgive me for my lack of preparation.” “Do not worry yourself,” The master whispered. "The necklace is powerless until the twenty-first century. The full moon which rises this year cannot glorify the cause that Blackwheel seek. We must wait for another two hundred years to pass." “So, I am vindicated from my mistakes?” the strange creature asked. “Not so fast," the master smiled. "I have created a lovely potion for you to drink. We must celebrate the coming of a full moon." The master handed the strange creature a golden cup.