Kevin Spooky Month Fanart Novels & Stories

“Brenna, let me know tomorrow if you would like to present yourself before the Moon Goddess as a potential Luna. The full moon is in a few days, so we must prepare.” The Blood Moon was coming, too. But I still had a bit more time. As if reading my mind, she turned and smiled. “The Blood Moon is in three months. Fear not; you have plenty of time to get to know the Alpha before.” I nodded, tilting my head to the side. “And if I reject him as my Mate?”

* * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack Zarek Rexter – Silver Bow Pack Victor King – Vampire King

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

That maybe, in the future he wants to work on a comic company. But, if you would look closely, Landon's sketches are about his schoolmate's death. He detailed everything, from their favorite clothes, to the way they will die. It is too gruesome for a fourteen-year-old boy like him. What he didn't know is that somebody's watching him from outside his window. A man wearing a black hoodie and baseball cap. This man stare at him curiously; studying him, and learning everything about him. This man knows the sadness that Landon is going through, and he means to do something about it.

“Gather the men and don’t make me repeat myself again.” “Fine! What’s the plan?” “We’re barging in tonight.” Dan's mouth gapes at the shocking revelation. “Tonight’s a full moon.” I completely shun him by saying, "Don't forget. I need all the men to gather in the underground parking lot at the office building at 6 PM. We'll attack half an hour before the moon rises. Incur a delay, and I will kill you."

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

We knew. We built a page that future-us could trust—tomorrow-us, or the us after that. Headings in thick strokes. Arrows. Triangles. Small, square letters you couldn’t mistake in bad light. LOOP OBSERVATIONS (stable): Daylight safe. Town resets to morning pattern. Red sky & distortions begin at 18:00. Monsters withdraw at 6:00. Barrier at inn door blocks entry but weakens each night (visible cracks, audible creak).

Newborns taken from their mothers and families and left to starve to death, or thrown into rivers. There were only two other recordings of the "Crying Moon" or "Weeping Goddess" as some have referred to the night show. Both times, the same things happened and with more or less casualties. None of the recordings state anything other than each one started with a fight for power. It is stated in the old scriptures that should you see this sighting you need to do either one of two things. Run, or prepare for death and destruction.

Staring at him for another second made me realize that his eyes weren't exactly grey but the lightest shade of black mixed with a tinge of white and that eye color was formed. “Kevin,” it came out as a whisper. Although I had been at his home for three months this was the first time he was standing this close to me. I could see the sweat brushing his forehead and rolling down his arc-shaped eyebrows. “It wasn’t intentional, believe me. I am really sorry.” There was a cone of vanilla ice cream in his hands that was melting down his fingers. I had worked on my painting for hours yet it took only a second to taint it. “Doesn’t it look like a moon though?” Kevin tilted his head and eyed my paint

She's breathless and slightly wild-eyed and carrying a page that she should not have, given that it is visibly torn from a book with RESTRICTED COLLECTION stamped in red across the top margin. She sits down across from me and flattens the page on the table between our breakfast trays. "Don't ask how I got it," she says. "I wasn't going to." "Good." She taps the page. "Look at this." The page is from something called “Remnant Bloodlines of the Founding Supernatural Families”, and it's open to a section on coven identification marks. The illustration in the centre of the page shows a seal—circular, intricate, with a specific pattern of interlocking symbols that form a crescent moon over a styl