Moondrop Fnaf Fanart Human Novels & Stories

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

Rain hammered the rooftop of the old warehouse on the edge of the city like it was trying to wash away the evidence of bloodshed committed and about to be committed that night. Lachlan Livingston crouched behind a rusted ventilation unit, chest heaving with each ragged breath. Broad shoulders bunched under a soaked tactical jacket, obsidian-black hair plastered to his forehead, dripping into glowing eyes—a fierce, molten amber that cut through the dark like twin searchlights. His hands— morphed into an inhuman shape, large, covered in dark fur, and tipped with extended, bone-white claws that scraped against the gravel rooftop.

he replied grimly. I turned slowly. “So it’s true.” His jaw tightened. “Yes.” Something cold settled in my chest. “Who?” “Some elders. Some warriors.” His eyes darkened. “Elara.” Of course. “She believes the prophecy refers to you.” My heart stuttered. “What prophecy?” Ronan studied my face for a long moment, as if weighing how much damage the truth would do. Then he said quietly, “The Moon Goddess spoke of an Omega born under suppression. A wolf hidden among humans. One whose awakening would either unite the packs… or destroy the hierarchy entirely.”

I speed up and drive to the party as soon as possible. We have arrived. I jump off the car and run to the party. I need to see her now! I can’t wait any longer! However, the instant I see her, I stand on the spot, motionless. It’s like when you open a box that you wait for forever and you finally get to open it, it turns out to be the wrong gift. I’m the one who received the wrong gift from the Moon Goddess The girl who almost drools over a plate of salmon, is my mate. And she’s a human being.

Her brows were knitted and her gaze fixated on a butterfly that was perched close to her. “What’s on your mind?” I asked and her focus shifted to her fingers. “My siblings,” She mumbled. “I don’t know if they’ll be attending the full moon festival with my aunty” she sniffled, pausing to catch a breath before she continued. “I miss them so much Jade” Tears shimmered in her eyes as she turned to look at me and my heart goes out to her. “I’m sorry, I know it’s very insensitive of me to be saying this given what... I mean.. I’m not..”

while standing to take a view at the nursery again, staring at the empty cribs which Fabian had built for them himself, l felt his hands were better made for battle than wood. My eyes moved to the mural. Luna, the moon goddess, holding two children, one with silver eyes, the other red. I didn’t paint it. No one in this house did.

He bared his teeth, hissing at me as if that would do a damn thing. “C’mon. You’re not scary. Fucking ugly? Definitely. I’m absolutely certain that a human infant is more threatening than you. Shit. Don’t cry. It’ll be okay. My Light Fae friends work wonders with altering looks. I’m sure there’s something they can do … well … maybe,” I said with a grimace. That was all it took for him to release her. I wasted no time in throwing a steady stream of Moon Fire directly at him. It worked just like it had with Bandore by entering his body and making him explode from the inside out.

So I looked at the carvings instead and found that they told a story. Someone carved the image of a woman into the wall, the carving was the size of my arm at least, with a garland of flowers on her head. Underneath it was a writing I recognized as MOTHER LUNA. Her hand was pointed forward and I followed it to the next carving of a bare man. Not man, the ears looked like the Fae's.

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”