Roy Spooky Month Novels & Stories

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.

Becca POV. The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow cha

It was when the demon wolves attacked for the first time. I will never forget that atrocious day. We were celebrating Moon Day, a very important tradition for my kind, it’s the day when we offer the Moon Goddess our tribute. We were all at the beach when the waters suddenly turned red, and out of nowhere, werewolves that we thought to be rogues at first attacked us.

“It's not like I'm cooking for a large party for company executives with catering and required formal attire. It's more like a family gathering before the full moon rises and we shift.” After a brief pause, she inquires, "Will you be at the meeting grounds tomorrow night? Given that you're Paul's mate, no one would say no. Oh, and from what I've heard, he's visiting his father. He'll most likely meet us there. If you like, you may accompany me. I have space in my car." “Yes, of course, I’ll be thrilled to come.” I mean, a pack of wolves during a full moon and a strigoi. What can go wrong?

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

She ground her hips into his and moaned suggestively. "I think that you're taking the Vampire Cosplay a little too far," James said. "It's past midnight and Halloween is officially over." "Samhain is not over until the sun rises. The fact that the holiday falls on a moon that is full makes blood collected this night especially potent." Ashley said, licking her lips and taking a nip at him. He jerked back in time to avoid having a chunk of his neck taken out. There was fresh red on her lips. James felt his neck and it came back with a little of his blood. "Yours is especially good. The little tastes are not nearly enough."

Even if the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. “You’re Tyler’s bride. The next full moon will be the Worm Moon and that will be the time which you and Tyler will be wed.” “Worm Moon? That’s a pretty odd name,” I said. The woman laughed. “Worm Moon is the name of the moon for March’s full moon. Each month has their names according to ancient traditions. January’s full moon is named as Wolf Moon which is the most sacred moon for werewolves and so forth.” “Werewolves?” My brain seems to leave my own skull and bathe in the same mud I was just soaked in.

I cleared my throat, struggling to regain my composure, before stepping forward. Boxes, bags, and various items were scattered across the floor of the living room. A chaos that left me both intrigued and bewildered. “What the hell is going on?” I blurted out, My mother turned to face me, smiling. “Hannah, darling, we're preparing for the monthly full moon bonfire,” I blinked, “Full moon bonfire?” That was a thing? Alex stepped forward, a warm smile on his face. “Yes, it's a tradition here in the mansion,” he elaborated. "Every month, on the night of the full moon, we gather around a bonfire in the backyard to celebrate, connect, with other Lycans around.”