Night Of The Blood Monster Novels & Stories

Suddenly I hear loud screams, I try to look through the peep hole in the passage wall and I see mom torn into half by a hairy monster . Her blood was everywhere, the monster was growling with mom's blood dripping from it's huge mouth.I was speechless,too scared to do anything,not too long after I hear the cracking of bones and I find the bodies of my dad and brother lifeless on the ground with their blood splattered everywhere.

What the hell has she just read? Mr. Trainor drew a deep breath, realizing how terrified his wife was. "Talk to me, honey." "Tomorrow is the full moon." Mrs. Sparks straightened slowly. Mr. Trainor darted a glance at their door that was open, then rushed to shut it. "Be careful, Josie is wondering about the house. Yes, tomorrow is another full moon, are you just knowing?" "No." Mrs. Trainor shook her head. "Tomorrow is a special full moon, the blue full moon, all werewolves living among humans must turn at least one human into a werewolf."

Jiho looked at him, his eyes wide. "Run! Go! All of you!" I yelled again, and Jiho and the rest of my team ran faster than the wind. I had no intention of letting this monster get out of this room. Slowly, the monster began to grow larger as I held it at bay. Its skin was turning blacker, becoming a deep shade of red—the color of blood. A wave of disgust washed over me. Through the window, I could see the night sky stretching upward. The stars twinkled in the dark, beautiful backdrop—a scene that would've been peaceful under any other circumstances. But tonight, that beauty felt haunting and sinister.

I shouted, desperation filling my voice, but she didn’t hear me. “She can’t hear you,” Tharros warned, his voice low. “Then how do we help her?” I demanded, panic rising. Tharros swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving the dark figure. “It’s too late. The ceremony’s already begun.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucien asked, his tone sharp. “Azara and Rhaegos have combined their powers and are summoning the Blood Moon. They plan to use its energy to corrupt Emily. If that happens…” Tharros trailed off, his voice faltering. The thought of losing Emily almost made me buckle.

Then I look back up at my dad, he seems worried, really worried. The light from the sun is starting to disappear so it must be getting late. He glances back in the direction that I just ran off in, before turning and sprinting off in the opposite direction. After running a kilometre or so, I realise that we are at the same clearing that Natalie found Ash in. Dad keeps looking around, and as I follow the direction of his gaze I finally see what a monster looks like. I can’t tell if it is because I can see with dad’s eyes or if the master is allowing me to see it. But it is the most grotesque thing I have ever seen in my life, slowly the monster approaches, it’s massive. The colour of it is so

The Blood Moon’s Heir The cavern below Black Hollow screamed in silence. Stone cracked, roots writhed, shadows breathed. The first monster loomed in flame and bone towering, terrible yet beneath its form, I saw him the man whose blood ran through mine. I stood trembling, torn between horror and recognition. Dante and I stared at each other across the wreckage. His face was pale, strained, grief and fear mingled in lines I had never seen before. Sarah held David close. Theron stood between us and the beast, claws at the ready. John and Daniel circled outward, searching for weakness in the walls and shadows alike.

I promise, knowing how little the promise is worth. She moves the boy behind her. Only then do I see the crude drawings scrawled in the dust near where he sat. Stick figures, drawn with a child's impatience—three of them, all large, triangular heads, each with exaggerated, fanged mouths. Their bodies are wolfish, or what a boy imagines a wolf must be: hunched, heavy at the shoulder, legs that end in claws. One figure holds a stick, or maybe a sword. The last is bigger than the others, looming above a crowd of smaller shapes—people, presumably, but every one drawn with a red X where the heart should be. The mother follows my gaze. "He says the wolves walk upright, like men. They come at night

My heart hammered as Damien shifted forward, every muscle coiled with violence. But Felix raised one pale hand, and the other vampires stilled behind him like shadows. His voice was calm, deliberate, cutting through the growls. “No blood needs to be spilled tonight.” His eyes gleamed as they locked on me. “Not yet.” Damien snarled. “You don’t come into my territory and threaten my wolves, parasites. Leave, or—” “Or what?” Felix tilted his head, that faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’ll kill me? Bold words, Alpha… but

She ran inside in tears without saying another word and night fell quickly which made me cursed our loud at the season. Velmora always looked more haunted under the moon, and tonight, it was worse. It was Still, cold and unnaturally quiet. Because tonight was the Blood Moon. And the curse inside me stirred like a beast waking from slumber. Fucking hell! I shouldn't have stayed in the goddamn mansion. My veins burned and my skin prickled with heat while my spine arched with my bones threatening to snap. Fuck. Fuck! The old bastard forgot to tell us and I forgot!