Molly Moon Horror Novels & Stories

Molly frowned a little when she saw her expression, "The master shouldn't be flirting with you, right?" As if she had heard some ghost story, she stroked her chin in a serious manner, "I believe you when you say he sucks people's blood, why do I feel like I've seen a ghost when you say he spits out love stories with women?" Serena handed the phone back and didn't say anything more. She lay back on the bed, her cheeks rolling. Molly felt even more like seeing ghosts, her mind repeatedly thought about the cold man saying love words, but no matter how she conceptualized it, she couldn't come up with an image like that, so she covered her ears and fell asleep.

It cut through the silence like a blade. Evelyn froze. “That’s not a normal wolf.” Mason was already on his feet, gun raised. “Yeah. And it’s close.” Miles away, Aaron crouched near a small stream, washing blood from his hands. He glanced back over his shoulder. Julian sat by a fallen log, silent, still as stone. Moonlight glinted off the scars across his back. Aaron swallowed hard. Even in this calm, the man no, the thing looked like a ghost out of a nightmare.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

"Everyone,welcome to this year's red moon ceremony. The red moon will be coming up soon, all single werewolves over the age of twenty one are to line up, males on one side and females on one side. All eyes are to be closed and the females are to remain standing and the males are to find them. Now remember everyone, mates are sacred gifts from the moon goddess herself. It is to be respected, unless necessary, such a gift should not be rejected. Now everyone , line up" Tina squealed, "This is it guys, the beginning of our adulthood" Tate groaned and walked off. "Goodluck Eve" Jude told her and walked off as well. "Come on Eve, lets go line up" Tina grabbed Eve and took her to line up. They sto

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”

“Rory, you have to understand that you're an embodiment of a mystery, and the part of you is a secret, and will always remain. However, the rumors of your rejection, which have escalated throughout the town, are all connected to the deep secrets." “Connected? " What do you mean?” I asked in further confusion. "Connected to what?” Just then, at the peak of our discussion, a soft rustle interrupted our conversation. We both turned at the same time, drawing closer in the process. At that moment, my heart flew away, as dark figures began to emerge from the shadows. I knew at that moment that I was in big trouble. They moved in unison like they were spirits. With the sudden shift in the atmospher

My eyes search the room until I saw a small figure in the bed. Walking up I noticed it was Molly I quickly grabbed her. She was ice cold, her open eyes were watery but pure black letting me know she was under a spell. I look over her body and notice blood on the blankets then my eyes traveled to her neck. I felt so much rage I throw my head back and roared, the castle shook causing screams to echo my roar But I didn't care I was pissed. I let go of Molly stepping back my claws grew my eye were shining red and my skin was as hot as flames.

she shouted, her voice boomed not only to the four corners of her room but the whole mansion. She wouldn't be surprised if the twin would suddenly appear in her room any moment. Fortunately, Liam was not around. He left together with their father to attend the monthly annual meeting of the Shadow and Shield United, an alliance between hunters and werewolves. Shortly, as she anticipated, the door of her room burst open. Sky peeked inside, half-naked and leaves were hanging on his hair. Their mother ordered the twin to cut some bougainvillea branches that had reached the terrace on the second floor of the mansion. Behind him was Cloud who, just like his twin had leaves in his hair also. Concer

“BakeTown strikes again.” “BakeTown strikes again,” Molly repeated Hannah’s phrase, except with a spooky accent, as if she were a vampire on TV. Hannah laughed after Molly’s vampire impersonation and Molly was happy to have made Hannah laugh, even in the middle of her friend’s stressful night. “So what happens now? Are you two going to walk off into the sunset or what?” Hannah kept her volume lower this time.

The night was as dark as ink. The gray Cullinan blended into the night, slowly fading away in front of Molly, the red tail lights glimmering like fleeting fireworks. Ocelotte was here one moment and gone the next. “I miss you, Ocelotte.” Molly stood in the darkness, murmuring softly. The wound on her knee split open, blood dripping onto the gray concrete floor, forming a stark and heartbreaking contrast. Her small, almond-shaped face looked pale, almost ghostly in the black night.