Roy Spooky Month Novels & Stories

Kayla The Blood Moon Revelry. I’d completely forgotten about it with everything that had happened. Between my father’s betrayal, William Straud’s attack, and Emma’s injury, the annual celebration had slipped my mind entirely until Nicholas mentioned it last night. I stood at the large bay window of the Nightshade manor, staring at the grounds where workers were already setting up tables and lanterns for the evening’s festivities. The Blood Moon Revelry wasn’t just any holiday—it was perhaps the most important celebration in werewolf culture, a time to honor the Moon Goddess and celebrate the transition from winter to spring.

But I can't bring my self to tell her that. I tried to prepare Tim for the blood moon. The blood moon comes every seventy years. I have been through many blood moons, so now they don't really affect me anymore. This being Tim's first blood moon, the first one is the worse. The blood moon effect brings out this power in us, making Lycans more aggressive.

However, Rondolf understood. Rondolf smirked, his lips pursed. "Then we kill them all, Rula," he said decisively. "Lycans Pack will carry it out without hesitation. But we can't do that before a supermoon." Rondolf retorted instantly. "Lycans Pack would kill pure humans in Supermoon season." Confounded, Rula rubbed her jaw. "A supermoon?" "Mating period for werewolves. It will destroy both emotions and offspring."

She slid off the stone ledge, her weightless grace bringing her down onto the moss beside the Alpha. "Your territory is a ghost, silver wolf," Carmilla whispered, her long, pale fingers sliding across the moss to rest flat against Astrid’s chest, her palm drinking in the steady, frantic, and fiercely protective thud-thud-thud of her heartbeat. "Above this ridge, our empires are hunting for corpses. They think we are dead, or worse, hiding in a ditch. But tomorrow evening... tomorrow evening the moon will bleed. The celestial alignment is absolute. The Blood Eclipse will find us."

‎ ‎Aaron leaned forward conspiratorially, "The Blue Moon happens every three years. It's one of the oldest traditions around here." ‎ ‎"It's supposed to be connected to werewolf mates," Ivy explained. "Old legends say the moonlight is strongest that night that it pulls fated mates towards each other. Couples spend the evening together, families gather, and people usually attend the festival before going somewhere nice to watch the moon." ‎ ‎"Usually somewhere romantic," Aaron added. ‎ ‎Liam rolled his eyes, "Isn't that just Valentine's, but with the moon involved?" he internally couldn't help but feel like this was something a lazy author would come up with.

"There is a heavy magical residue on this rose. I would need some more time to analyze the spellwork, but I'd say this is the secret to how our unwanted guest got in." "If he's working with witches, that changes things. We need to learn more about who and what he is. Why did he get expelled from the Crimson Moon Pack?" Elena asked with a frustrated sigh. "I may have the answers you want. Ryan was a Beta in the Crimson Moon Pack. He didn't always agree with Alpha Nathan's policies and leadership practices. Three years ago, we had a Blood Moon, an event that occurs only once every twelve years. It allowed Ryan to stage a coup. But it was also likely the same reason someone dared to murder your

“Why didn’t you tell me... and you didn’t have these glyphs when we were together?” “Is that why you’re here? To find out more about your mate?” His voice was gentle. “Can you stop this mate crap already?” Emory snapped, brows furrowed. “Take a look in the mirror if you want someone to blame for us not being together.” Glaring at her, he said, “You know that’s not true.” Instead of replying, she turned to walk out of the room. No way was she getting into this with him. “I’m sorry. The Dracan glyphs only trigger during the hunter moon. I got mine after you left, and when my Dracan ability triggered, Trey helped me through it.”

He was soon getting the hang of the cocktail shaker and started to show off like he was a mixologist in the Vegas club scene. I laughed at his playful nature and then scanned the room. “Why is it so busy tonight?” I complained to Ryan as I smashed up large clumps of ice with a scoop. “This place is always pumping the weekend before a full moon. All the wolves are getting revved up for it and want to party hard before the pack run. All the bars shut early on full moon evenings, and most of the pack meets up at the pack house before they go for a run,” he informed.

"The wolf moon has passed us already. If nothing has changed by the night of the Hunter's moon, both Kaden and his pack will fall." I widened my eyes. The Hunter's moon, it was also known as the dying moon, it was in October. Which was also the month of my birth, I would be turning nineteen by then. What was I supposed to do? Did I really believe that the midnight pack was under a deadly curse? What if this woman was just crazy and wanted me to risk my life just for her own benefits.

’ The noxious craving of death isn’t new nor old, it’s deceptive as the month of Halloween. October is a wicked time of the year for her and she contemplated, ‘Why?’ but couldn’t follow a conclusion. Cassy abhorred the young evening and the civilians on the street who’re busy preparing for the parade to celebrate the supernatural forces which existed thousand years ago. It included even her new wife, Andrea. They got married last week, after having a relationship of over five years but instead of going on a honeymoon, Andrea preferred to organize a bash for stupid vampire witches’ lovers at her father’s place. It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and ho