Kevin Spooky Month Fanart Novels & Stories

“This is the mark of a generic; you see those dots, and that over time, they spread and grow wider, like some inked tattoo, the more you feed, and I know this may sound strange to you as well. “Oh please, go on, more lies, whatever you probably have to say next. I know for a fact already that it's simply another one of your cheap ass spies. You had your cock inside of her; did that feel good to you? Did it? I could imagine you moaning filled with pleasure; the first thing you tell me when I wake up is that I'm now some twisted, sick monster?. “Does that really sound like a very brilliant idea to you?” She asked again, and I nodded with a faint smile, seeing her cannons bare even longer. She

I seriously glared at him as though he probably knew something. “I think it’s called lycanthropy.” He added seriously. “What’s that? I haven’t heard of that. Is that bad?” I curiously asked. “It’s not bad but I am pretty sure it’s worst than that. Anyway, it only happens once a month.” I was eagerly listening to Kevin’s words as though he really knew everything from “lycanthropy” and “once a month”. I have no idea what he was talking about. “Once a month? Why so?” I frowned in bewilderment.

*Faraway* A man is sitting inside a dark room, holding a glass with red wine inside. He is looking out through a large bay window, his eyes staring at things beyond the castle wall. Just then, the phone lying on the dark oak table starts vibrating and the screen keeps flashing. The man slowly turns around, revealing his face, half of which is rotten like that of a decayed corpse.

Eldric James straightens and followed after her and only stopping a few steps away from her, “Jennie…” Her long, red hair flared beautifully against her back. Kai and Minzy who had been quietly sitting at the edge of her bed had turned to her, their keen eyes watching, observing, and waiting. Nicole was still recuperating from the wounds she endured from both her sister November and the Alpha of Tacita Mortes Pack, Teddy Balfour. Jennie starts to laugh, “It’s the Blood Wolf Moon.” She splayed her arms wide, closes her eyes as if she was absorbing the moon’s energy. “It’s time…”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"Just try to delay your wedding for now, I need some time to figure everything out." "Dad, you can figure out whatever you want after my wedding too. Here have some water and tell me the reason why you're delaying it!" Mara spoke. Beta Daniel must have compiled as the sound of glass hitting the tables empty crackled through the air. "We are doubtful that the Blood Moon pack might not stay in peace with us anymore and attack us in the next few weeks." My feet froze on the ground; I have heard of that pack name before. But I don't remember clearly in what context. Why did it seem so familiar? With my curiosity peaking, I stepped closer and perked up my ear.

She was beautiful and intimidating and my jealousy only got stronger. Damian was shorter than Adrian and bulky. He wore his sleeves pulled up revealing tattoos and scars. He was rough in a way that was the direct opposite of Adrian and it made me question what type of friends they were. He had long shoulder-length dirty blond hair, but attractive in his own right. “We kind of met before,” I mumbled. “So what’s going on?” “Ray, Adrian’s family owns Moonlight. I should have told you before, but it wasn’t my place and he doesn’t like everyone to know. We had to take care of some last-minute business.” Trinity spoke up looking back between me and Adrian as he nodded.

Iris. Wednesday, July 30th. Two days later… Noon. All day, I haven’t had a moment’s peace from talk of the blood moon festival. Everywhere, adult werewolves and younglings chatter with excitement. Their joy claws at me, pulling me back to when I still lived in Silvaton Ridge as Iris Herewit.

but I couldn't reach it. "Nadia? You look terrible. Where's your healing power?" Kaleb rushed over, his face etched with worry. I shook my head, avoiding his touch. "What did they say? How are things going?" "Beta Malik from the Blood Moon Pack filed a complaint. He said that the healing sigils you engraved into the Moonstones are forbidden hexes stolen from their ancestral tombs. They are calling you a 'Soul-Thief.' If the High Council finds the energy signature matches their records, they will exile you!" Kaleb said, handing me a confidential file.