Molly Moon Horror Novels & Stories

Grandma Oasis grinned before she led the way. “This was the unusual garden protected and blessed by a witch, and only a clairvoyant werewolf could make it alive,” Grandma Oasis shared as soon as we got to my wife and I’s favorite garden, which seems everything came to life better than before. "And I am telling you this was a very secure one," "So, the fall of the Moon Rose started when your grandmother, Kathalina Orlok, took suicide." With venom in Simon's tone, he began sharing something that felt oddly heavy, making me hold Roxanne's hand tight.

There was a part of my mind that kept asking, 'what if it's possible? But it went against everything that I have believed all my life. Not like I believed in anything anyway. I was more inclined to go with logic than any of that spiritual nonsense that these werewolves believed in. But my mind traveled back to when I had encountered Selene, the one that introduced herself as the moon goddess. That experience felt all too real for me to just ignore; even as I thought of her, I could still feel the aura she came with that day.

his grandfather causing Mathias to as indeed if it was just him the night they had met with Nathalia he should have jumped her bones and marked her already but from the way things were turning out if he would have tried stuff like that he just might have lost her because she would not have wanted to be with him because she would have known that he must have just assaulted and used her just the same way as she had been used when at the rogues camp. And the trust she was willing to have with him now was never going to happen. And hse would have rejected him as her mate and when he would have been rejected the Silent Moon might have just lost their leader as he probably would have died or becom

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

Then she said, “The worst case would be that The Mogollon Man should be overcome and become a vampire himself.” “What if he already is a vampire?” “I don’t think he is one of them. If he was, he would not have been capable of using the stake to kill an important vampire leader.” Millie looked doubtful, but she remained silent. The two girls went back to conducting their vigil over the corridor. “I am glad the vampire leader is gone. I do not doubt he still harbored evil designs to turn you and me into his followers.” Becky whispered. “Changing the subject. A Cthulhu figure is back on my shoulder.”

Molly's words may be calm toward him but I don’t miss the hint of fear that she’s trying to cover up and I hate it. To my utter surprise and relief, Lightening doesn’t do anything bad to Molly. He just stands still while she gets a rope around his neck and gives him a gentle tug and I swear I almost fall through the floor when she starts walking out of his stall with him following her. What kind of magic shit is this?

You know how callous and ruthless Moon is, he may have my head if I knock on his door without notice," he replied facing downwards, shivering. Stone gasped and dialled a number. "Your presence is needed here" he ordered and the person on the other side of the phone hung the call immediately. "Bastard! He yelled into his phone and sat on his huge black chair. "What a fine bitch, we got here! He stared at her through his mask seductively as he chuckled. The lady has short blonde hair with oceanic eyes, a fair skin. Her lips glitter and are a bit glossy. She's a bit plump. She couldn't stop shivering. Her eyes were full of terror.

Hearing this, Liara shivered in fear, thinking about her mate. Would… would he do the same to her? “Why are you getting worried, shorty? I mentioned BEAUTIFUL she-wolves, not an ugly duckling.” Molly laughed at her and pulled her ponytail for fun. “Ahh!” Liara whimpered. “Your hair is now long again. It will be fun to cut them down again.” Molly said in a wicked tone, scaring Liara, who quickly pulled her hair and went inside the elevator with her luggage and watched Molly laughing at her. She recalled how Molly, with her gang, had cut her long hair to the waist.

“If Blake were here, he wouldn't be quiet about my presence.” “So, who is this?” I asked. “My name is Molly,” she said. “I'm a werewolf, but I also can create illusions.” “Molly?” I asked. “Aren't you one of Blake's friends? Weren't you kissing him in the hallway on your first day of school?” “We don't have time for this back and forth,” Kelvin stated. “We are planning to rescue you tomorrow night. So, we came to look around the base and know where everything was.”

She grabbed her laptop and began to research any possible leads. Hours passed as Emma delved deeper into the werewolf legend and the history of the town. She came across a name that caught her attention - Aaron Blackwood. He had been a prominent figure in the town's history, known for his wealth and influence. But there were rumors that he had also been a werewolf, and that he had been involved in a series of brutal murders that had occurred over a hundred years ago. Emma felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that the murders had occurred in the same pattern as the recent ones.