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.

Zina answered, facing Molly, her voice dull—like she had already given up. "Zina, you always give up easily. Don’t you trust me? Don’t worry about it. We just have to make the mansion a living hell for that monster the young master married as a wife." Molly’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke, her eyebrows arching suggestively. "How do we do that, Molly? You know I don’t want to find myself in a big mess." Zina’s voice trembled with unease. Her heart pounded as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush.

Alysia I curled up, shivering at a corner as memories of the Blood moon pack. I couldn't count the number of times I had been thrown into the dungeon. I felt very cold and the ground only worsened the situation. It was peak black, and my stomach grumbled, making me exhale deeply. Molly was anxious, she was restless and she couldn’t stop coming to the edge. She didn’t utter a word of encouragement or comfort to me and it hurt deeply but I swallowed it like a bitter pill.

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

The glass windows ripple like water. "Now look," she says, showing the shapes moving on her arms. The glowing structure behind them is identical to this new mythical looking diner. "This tattoo was a dream. Just abstract shapes that I remembered. I thought they were fragments of memories. Now, I don't t think that's it at all. Or not all of it. Look here." She pointed at where a glowing orb pulsed beneath her skin. "That's the Wolf Moon. Vuko is also looking now, frowning at the wisps of light and shade moving like shadow play beneath her skin. The original static shapes of the tatoos she had have gone. This, this is magic. And it's alive.

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

she chuckled, bringing him only closer to her. “Definitely thumbs…” he promised, thrusting softly against her. “This though… this is just an added bonus.” “Wow…” “What?” “So romantic…” “You know you love it,” he teased her. “Now, come on… I hear it’s a full moon tonight.” Aislyn frowned, “You heard?” “You’re not quiet, baby,” he replied, his body already transitioning on top of hers. His Beta was back in his true form, ready to entertain this fantasy.

Maybe Laura will talk with him and make him come willingly with us. The perfume of lilac mingles with the other scents, spinning about me. Excellent timing! But something is wrong. I can hear her teeth gnashing before I even see her. In the full moon's light, her eyes twinkle. I've seen it in the eyes of other strigois, a craving for blood, an uncontrollable need. What happened to her?