Molly Moon Horror Novels & Stories

Right there. That was where the bond had formed. For one blinding moment, when Olivia's wolf had awakened and the Moon Goddess had tied our souls together, I had felt it. A pull so strong it had nearly brought me to my knees. A connection that went deeper than blood, deeper than duty, deeper than anything I had ever known. And then I had severed it. I had looked into her eyes and said the words that would destroy her. "The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake." I squeezed my eyes shut.

“The Luna’s got legs for days! Your mate let you out of the house like that?” I blushed, but couldn’t help but smile. “It’s not too much?” “Never too much.” Molly linked her arm through mine. “Ready to pop your bar cherry?” The interior of The Howling Moon was dimly lit, with tables scattered around a small stage where a young and very drunk male was currently butchering a pop song into a microphone. The air smelled like beer, sweat, and fried food. “First things first,” Molly declared, leading me to the bar, “we need to buy a round of drinks. Something strong to get the night started. What do you like?”

“You don’t change until the first full moon after your 17th birthday. However some of us will start to have some minor changes before. Better hearing, better eyesight, better sense of smell, craving meat more, wanting to be outdoors all the time. Things like that. The first time you turn it is very painful. You have no control over it and it will happen faster if you are directly in the moon light, but it will happen even if it is cloudy. It just takes longer.” Amaris took a moment to absorb all this. Then it dawned on her. “Tonight is the full moon!” Amaris burst out standing up. Anna came over to put her arm around Amaris’ shoulders and sat her down once more. “Now you know why I have been

She says interrupting my monotonous recap. I break eye contact with those insanely blue insanely gorgeous eyes and turn back around in my seat. I securely sit on the bottom of my jacket so it doesn't ride up again. I sit back against my chair arms crossed over my chest. I stand at a measly 5ft even and my small stature allows me to bring my legs up between me and the desk connected to my chair. I rest my chin on my knee as I pretend to listen to the lecture over gothic horror, excited at the fact we're about to start Frankenstein. I've read the book already and have already started working on the material for it for my business. I've realized I've made a calculated mistake when I turned arou

The countryside is dark, and Lora frequently seeks light to alleviate her fear of death. Lora needs to finish the laundry, but the wolves are much more menacing, as if they want to pounce on her alive, and Harvey is no longer present. She slept peacefully during the night, but she is still terrified to stay in her new room with Barry; she feels more at ease in the basement, even though she is alone, alone, and only with black spiders on the walls; the thicker the spider webs, the stronger the house.

Would not leave, until the death of all her people will be avenged. Conjuring the moon's power in itself was dangerous, and it is more perilous when a woman - not a maiden - will perform it. She knew the consequences of using the blessing, but her knowledge is limited to what history has written. The ritual has never been done by a woman, and it terrifies her so, but she knew it was the only way.

'' I breathed. But the moment her gaze focused on me, everything shattered. Her eyes widened in terror, and she screamed. She ripped her hand from mine, shoved me back, and scrambled to the headboard, trembling violently. ''Get away from me! Don’t come close!'' She cried, her voice breaking. ''Please, Elena.'' I said softly, trying to calm her. ''I won’t hurt you—'' But she screamed louder, tears streaming down her face. ''Monsters! You’re all monsters! Get away from me!''

I heard him grab Lila's wrist, heard pine needles crunch under boots, then forest swallowed them. I didn't look back.Inside, I spread the contract parchment flat. Two hours to midnight. Blood moon would peak. Assignment would lock. No ritual, no blood, no wanting could undo it. I could go south. Marshlands. Territory that never knew my name.I didn't reach for the knife. Just sat. Stared at parchment a long time.Then started reading. Old texts. Southern geography. Marshland survival codes. Every rule, every danger, every thing needed to start over somewhere else.

Breathless, as if she were dying. “Oh, look at you,” Molly sang softly by Carmen’s ear, causing Carmen to startle at the sound of her voice. “What on earth?” Carmen’s heart raced as she placed her hand over it, frightened. “Seriously? Do you get some sick thrill out of scaring the living daylights out of me?” Molly smirked, her eyes flashing. “Oh, chica, it’s all in good fun,” she winked at Carmen. “Consider it a friendly reminder that life’s full of surprises. Besides, watching you jump like a kangaroo on caffeine is pure entertainment.”

Braston muttered fearfully. "What are you talking about?" Molly asked, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Braston almost fell backward when he heard her voice. "I’ve killed almost an entire gang by myself, if you want to know," he said seriously. "And have you killed a woman with cramps?" Molly asked indifferently. "What do you mean?" Braston asked, confused. "If you keep acting like this... this weird way, I’d rather die," Molly threw herself on the bed, writhing in pain.