Roy Spooky Month Novels & Stories

"The pack's gathering. The one Sterling challenged me to attend. The one where I'm supposed to prove I can balance both worlds." The cold weight in my chest turned to ice. "When is it?" I asked, though I already knew. I could see it in his eyes. "The full moon," he said quietly. "October twentieth." The spatula clattered to the floor. Leo's small voice broke the silence. "Mama? Is something wrong?" I forced myself to breathe, to smile, to be the mother he needed instead of the woman who felt like her world was cracking apart again. "Just grown-up stuff, baby. Nothing for you to worry about." I moved to the griddle, scraping off the ruined pancake. "Let's start fresh with these, okay?"

I glanced at both of them — Kent tense and evasive, Holly hollowed out and dazed — then began explaining calmly. “Today was Halloween. The kindergarten planned a trip to the amusement park. Our class unanimously chose to visit the haunted house, and all the parents agreed beforehand. “This morning, Tommy did request leave, saying he couldn’t come. But in the afternoon, Mr. Spark brought him to the kindergarten, saying he had a date and it wasn’t convenient to bring Tommy along.” The moment I said that, Kent’s shoulders jerked and he lowered his head in panic. Beside him, Holly looked up in utter disbelief.

My body froze at the mention of the Blood Moon but I quickly composed myself, so my father wouldn't notice. “The Blood Moon?” I asked, pretending not to have heard about it. “Oh, that.” He took his seat back. “It occurs every 20 years and it has become a celebrated festival in the werewolf community. The Big Six decided to celebrate it here since it's happening in less than two weeks.” “Okay.” I nodded in understanding but I was freaking out inside. The Big Six were not staying for the Blood Moon festival, they were here for the Apex Omegas. They obviously knew the connection between the Blood Moon and the Apex Omegas, which means the Blood Moon might be their only way of finding them.

“We are the Alpha King’s mate. We must balance our emotions and our logic. We cannot let enemies, potential enemies, and the entire werewolf country see how we can easily cry a river of tears. Just like what our mate told us, we must not let everyone see our weakness, that we have a soft side, especially in these warring times. Or else our soft side will be the death of us.” “There will be no death here, only to my enemies!” I roared back in my mind, finally straightening and walking to the open field where everyone is gathered. An Omega bumped into me and immediately bowed and asked for forgiveness. I smiled at her and asked what the feast was for. “It’s the seventh month’s full moon! It's

The way I squatted nervously at the edge of the chair, one would think that I am a student taking lectures from the king and queen. "So, Veronica, it's been exactly a year and three months since you lost your memory," Dad said, his gaze focused intently on me. "And as you know, the full moon festival is a season where the Lycans celebrate our Lycan heritage. It is also a season when the unmatched werewolves find their mate and most importantly, it is the season when the young pups get to shift into their wolf form." I took a deep breath as I listened attentively to my dad's words.

The moon was a bruised, heavy crimson, hanging over the Silver Moon Pack like a warning. For most, the Blood Moon was a night of sacred celebration, the time when fated bonds were finally revealed and the future of the pack was secured. For me, Elara Vance, it was supposed to be the night my life truly began.

I didn’t like fighting with him, it was annoying to handle. Stephan broke the silence first. "Hey, so have you been preparing for the festival?” I tucked the chocolate box under my arm. "What festival?" "The Harvest Moon Festival," he rolled his eyes, falling into step beside me as we started down the stairs together. "It's next week, Rora. Did you forget?” I shook my head but he didn’t look like he believed me. "Okay, it may have slipped my mind.” "Typical of you," Stephan said, and I smacked his arm causing him to laugh. "But I’m looking forward to the moon dance this year, last year was amazing and I think you should participate."

He just laughed, looking way too pleased with himself. I huffed, shoving another bite of steak into my mouth. “So, where are you going again? You never really said.” Rhys relaxed against the headboard. “I’m heading to different packs to deliver invitations for the Moon Festival. It’s coming up soon, and since I’m Beta, I get the lovely job of running all over the place.” I perked up. “Moon Festival? What’s that?” His eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, it’s the best time of the year! It’s a week-long event filled with dueling, dancing, drinking, feasting, and all sorts of fun stuff. Think of it as a giant werewolf carnival.”

I asked him, forcing a smile. "Yes, that's right, dear, you will." "So, what is the plan for this month?" I asked them, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. "Well, it is nearly the end of the month, so therefore, the end of the year. We traditionally have a bonfire, as the moon for December is called the cold moon, along with the oak moon and the long night's moon. We typically try to burn at least some oak during the bonfire, but it's mostly staving off the long and cold night with the fire. This year, though, I would like to make it a bit of a pre New Year's party for the pack."

“Why, Ms. Thalia?” In a wave of her hand, the chains in Dorrien Ronan’s hand now plummeted onto the floor. “There is always a right timing for everything.” *** Finally, Samhain has come. October 31 and it was the hallowed day for the creatures of the night. The Hunter’s Moon was vibrantly glowing on Halloween Night—Samhain for vampires and werewolves, and even for the Blood Witches also known as the Heathens. Rozelyn managed to recover soon from that heart-stopping situation days ago; less than a day, to be frank.