Roy Spooky Month Novels & Stories

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.

"He can mark you anytime, but he's waiting for the Blue Moon." "What's so special about the Blue Moon?" "The Blue Moon happens every three months, and during that time, our werewolf's spirit is closer to the surface," Lacey said. "So maybe there's a reason he wants to do it on that day. Are you secretly a werewolf, and you're hiding it?" They all looked at each other before staring at Xenia. It only made Xenia nervous, and before she could answer, they all laughed. "Hon, we're just kidding," Frieda said. "We know you're as human as they come."

The Red Moon day arrived but this time my family, the creature of full moon weren't happy. The occasion of Red Moon day came in every 3 years and that time when the moon shine upon us we all feel powerful than ever. Every wolf life depend upon it's pack and tribe so that particular day when the moon was at its peak every wolf unconsciously shape-shifts to their natural worm because wolf are most powerful at its animal form. Its been our ritual for so long, the tribe gather up together to feel enlightened, more powered and stronger.

It bore the unmistakable mark of the Anti-Lycan Terrorist Group known as the Blood Moon, notorious for their attacks on lycans within werewolf territories. The video was a gruesome montage of violence, their actions narrated by a sinister voice promising more bloodshed and terror. My hands clenched into fists, and I felt a surge of anger and despair. The Blood Moon's message was clear: they had no intention of letting a single lycan live in peace within the Werewolf States.

Kavah says grimly. “Let’s cross that bridge if we come to it…” I say to the group. - - - The next night, Bronson and I celebrate the full moon festival with the East Moonrise Pack. It was April, making it the Pink Moon. Everyone is dressed in pink, and the outdoor theatre is decorated with pink roses. The party pulls Bronson and I in different directions, but we agreed on a plan.

“Venus, I’m scared. Whatever is happening, it’s not good. The pack has been attacked twice. I don’t know why it’s happening but I can tell soon we will be facing a lot more.” I blink. “I know. We have to be prepared for it.” She nods. “But I’m more worried about you. You always put yourself in danger to protect others. You have this really terrible luck where you faced those rogues at such a bad time.” I frown. “Bad time?” “Yeah. You see the Moonlight Hunt happens at this very specific period of time because this period marks a very special occasion. A rare kind of moon.” I raise a brow. “What special kind?”

I’ve even heard a rumour that much of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ was written one night when the Fae high court were partying, and Billy Shakespeare was sitting at one end of the long counter that takes up most of the front room, furiously scribbling notes. Tonight, the place was quiet as it was Halloween, so most patrons likely had parties to prepare for. It was also only the mid-synodic month, meaning much of the community was absent because of a partial moonrise. Though scientifically there was no astrophysical difference between a crescent moon and a waxing gibbous, for those who live within the shadows, the strength of the full moon is an all too real issue. Many enter the pub on these

but nobody left and they just stood there watching him as he looked at his feet. They just stood there...leaving him to put his mind in order and to recognize that maybe there was more than he thought it was about Sarah, because he never felt like this. He never cared so much about someone. They stood there and they didn’t even realize when the moon was full over their heads, spreading her moonlight and making all the special things happen. The full moon is the most magical time for a werewolf: weddings are held on the full moon, the young werewolves transform for the first time, promises are made at this time because the Moon Goddess will bless them and not at last mates find each other.

Rynd had suggested another, more devious, way. They had been hiking for hours, and Rynd had offered few details of his plan. Kyle was not used to following, to taking orders, and he was reaching his limit. Indeed, just as he was getting ready to confront Rynd again, finally Rynd hiked up alongside him. “Tonight is the Samhain Festival,” Rynd said. “Our kind will flock here from around the world. It is our night for power, the one night when evil has free reign. We will use the energy of this night to summon our evil cohorts from every corner of the earth. Whatever creatures are out there, they will come to us, like moths to a flame. Then, tomorrow, we will attack Skye as one.”