Jessica Moore Supernatural Novels & Stories

The touch caused a jolt of electricity to travel through the cave that burst out the fire pit in a burst of sparks and then we were in a realm of violet light. “We do not hide this night,” Kai said with the flash of his silver eyes, which shone like two moons. "Tonight, we survive. But tomorrow... you will tell me all the secrets that your mother kept. Because this power? It is what killed her, Jessica. And it's why we all have to turn into monsters to keep you.”

He is sadistic and obviously delusional, and now he may have killed my best friend- he has no idea what is coming for him. “Damon!” I hear another woman gasp, and I turn around to find Mikey’s mom. “Oh my god,” she says as she looks at Jessica, “Is that his blood?” Her mouth gapes, and I quickly take off my sweater, handing it to Jessica. I don’t think she has even realized that she looks like a movie horror character.

Since she is the most complicated puzzle they have yet to solve, keeping her closely bound to them. Jessica's trembling hands approach Sarah with much reluctance while the others squat behind her, ready for a ghostly revelation of her demonic face– the movie Annabelle replaying at the junction of their mind. A feather touch flips her off, sending Sarah into a frenzy. She jolts back with stormy breath. Her hands slam against the floor, pushing to anchor. “NO NO NO!!!” she whimpers. “SARAH!!!” a loud call by a familiar voice bogs down her panic immediately.

I looked at her mother and Jessica, and I could see they were just as shocked as me. "Maybe that wasn't the best move. I understand you want to keep her safe, but locking her up isn't the thing to do. She's stronger than everyone thinks. If she weren't, she wouldn't be chosen by not only the Moon Goddess but also the Witch Goddess." Jessica says. "I know. I'm not trying to lock her up, but I understand how it sounds after the fact." I say, scrubbing my hands down my face in frustration. "I only want to make sure that if something happens to me, the kids will still have her."

Moore looked at me in surprise, then slowly spread a smirk across her red lips. “She didn’t tell you? Oh, my dear boy. Of course, she has a family. I’ve had the pleasure of being contacted by a lovely man who has been searching for his long-lost stepdaughter. Apparently, your belle vanished without a word before she moved here. Ms. Sheridan cut all ties with her old life, including her only living relative who has been desperate to find her.”

I wouldn’t know why but I would follow their orders. “Who are you? Please state your name.” My eyes widened a fraction when I heard the animal talk. It was speaking using a female voice—meaning this animal was a she-wolf. But my parents told me that animals couldn't talk, what kind of creature was she? She was so alluring to be a monster! “I-I’m Vera Moore,” I stuttered because of bewilderment. "Why are you here in the woods? Alone? Go back home and don't ever come back here in the woods, kid."

Both of them looked at her. "That's what keeps coming back," she said. "Mira said it at dinner before any of this started. Before the figure appeared. Before the possession." She crossed her arms. "Jessica wasn't a reaction to Morrha being present. It came before. Which means something about being near Caelith pulled that name out of Mira before Morrha even made a move." Silence. Caelith turned that over carefully. "You think Jessica and Morrha are connected," she said.

"I'll ensure to congratulate Parish Evermoore personally when I run into him next time." Jessica's body tensed up, her eyes widened in shock and horror. "You..." She opened her mouth to speak, to deny, but couldn't even form words in her head. Parish Evermoore was a designer. She'd worked with him for years, and though they had a professional relationship in public, they weren’t that involved outside of their line of work—at least that was what everyone thought. Feeling like she had been outsmarted once more and her carefully conceived plan had been shattered right in front of her, Jessica teared up. "I didn't mean to—"

he leaned in and roughly grab my chin, and I grew uncomfortable with the way he looked at me so I pulled away from his grip and avoided his eyes all together. I don't know, but anything I'm with him, I always felt very uneasy and reluctant to be close to him. I was now certain that he had ill intentions, but look at the state I was. I couldn't even move my legs, my mate was stranded in a dungeon and I failed to even get him, And an evil clone of me was following Austin without caring whether she had an evil Ill intention herself. Jessica was in Janice's hostage and I didn't even know if she was alive or dead. Everything was just all so messed up. Damien mentioned about the moon goddess who

With a tentative smile, Jessica asked for a promise that he wouldn't react with anger or violence. This request captured Marco's full attention, stirring unrest in his wolf, yet his human side was inclined to agree. With a nod, he urged her to continue. As Jessica unfolded the tale, Marco absorbed every detail and then rose to pace thoughtfully. After a moment, he faced Jessica, confirming her fears: "Yes, she's cursed, and I'm at a loss on how to aid her banshee nature." He recounted how his father, Ace, had struggled to assist his mother with her banshee traits, which are triggered by her emotions.