Molly Moon Horror Novels & Stories

Blaze breathed out as he drew close to Molly, the smile was back on his face and I watched as he engulfed her in a hug. “You look breathtaking.” He murmured after breaking out of the hug and Molly grinned up at him, and then she tilted her head. “Oh, yeah?” She drawled and Blaze nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely. This bikini top was obviously designed for you, and the moon is full tonight only because it wanna worship the ground you walk on.” He breathed out, and even I’ve got to admit that was some mad ass bars. Molly blinked a few times, obviously caught off guard. Color bloomed in her cheeks as she playfully rolled her eyes.

She saw a car parked nearby and crawled underneath to shift into Cheetah, before heading to Molly’s. Ten minutes later, she scratched on her backdoor and mind-linked Sebastian and Audrey. “Finally,” said Frank as he let her in. “I don’t know what the cops are doing in the area today, it’s probably for a domestic fight or something like that,” said Molly. “People don’t seem to question black cats in the area, but I might just ward your rooftop for next time,” said Coralis after shifting back. Everyone was in the kitchen, and Molly waved them back to the living room.

And it would soon learn that even darkness cannot hold the Child of the Moon forever. As Kiran and Lucien approach Emily’s soul, the Abyss strikes with unimaginable force, splitting the void around them. The visions of Emily multiply, each one more menacing, each one trying to convince them that salvation is impossible. One wrong move, and the Child of the Moon will be lost forever.

she said using the invisible bind to pull Naomi and Alex closer to the table. Molly forced them down on to her knees, placing a large ceramic bowl before them and picked up a book off the table. Next she picked up the athame and with a malicious glint in her eye she got within breathing distance of Naomi, the twisted glee in her eyes shining in the fires glow. "I hope you don;t have a problem with blood" said Molly, smiling her disturbing smile "There is about to be a lot of it" "Mommy" Naomi heard Alex say from within her arms

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.

It was maybe past midnight, the full moon was up so her skin was itching like it usually did every full moon. She had no idea why, but she had dealt with this itching thing since she could remember. She had been taken to the hospital a couple of times in the past and they said it was nothing, and maybe psychological. “Mom?” She said as she knocked on the front door of the house. She was worried and paranoid, she kept looking over her shoulder but no one was watching or following her. “Mom?” She knocked on the door again, this time ringing the doorbell too. She was about to knock again when the door opened, her mom standing there. “Selena…”

After a long, frozen silence, Grant tried to test the waters. "If you like them that much, I'll just have Molly give them to you as a toy..." "Where did you get these?" Pheisar ignored him, snapping his head up to glare at the shaking Molly. "Talk!" "I... I bought them a few days ago," she stammered, sobbing. "From a little shop in the rogue district." Seeing his fangs beginning to show, she forced herself to continue. "I... I just really liked the moon design. So I bought them and wore them..."

Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. Her hair lashed her cheeks. The circle of light above shrank. The rim of the cathedral became a thin ring. The moon floated in the center, pale and useless. Her heart hammered. Beats staggered. Weaker. Her hands grabbed at nothing. There was only void. Why? Blood for the Moon. Power for the Pack. A stray girl for the altar. Knowing didn’t make it hurt less. The darkness below met her before she could think another word. Impact.

Clouds were drifting across it, hiding the moon again and again. One moment there was the moon, and then it wasn't. Her eyes grew heavy. She was seeing the moon when it suddenly transformed into a silhouette of a woman. Molly shivered and mewled weakly as she realized that the moon hadn't turned into a silhouette— But someone was legit hanging outside her window, trying to get into her room.

“And in case you haven’t heard yet, wolves give back whatever they receive. That’s why to show my appreciation for this gift, here is the next tip. In five seconds, you will witness this entire hall be filled with red… and with screams. I honestly didn’t want to do this yet, but you gave me no choice. So, at the count of five, I want you to prepare yourself, Ma. Five, four…” She was wheezing when she stepped back. “Remember, whatever happens is on you now, Ma,” I added before I went back to counting and signaled the staff nearby. “Three, two, One!” “Everybody, run away now! The monsters are preparing something! They deceived us! They will attack us tonight! Hide and save yourselves, please!”