Roy Spooky Month Novels & Stories

It was just an interest. ‘The moon will be turning red soon.’ Asphalt’s voice came in my head and I hummed. I looked up at the sky, the white clouds draping the moon, under the black veil of the night. Only a few minutes were left before it was our birthday. Asphalt and mine. I wasn’t born this day biologically, but I was saved and Asphalt had taken his place inside me. Hence, our birthday. Which was also called the Blood Moon for the wolves while humans called it Halloween. I had seen pumpkins carved into faces on the streets already. Humans were so fragile and ludicrous. They were scared of ghosts, when there were more scarier things roaming around their bare eyes.

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

He grunted in greeting, a heavy shadow on his face. Joe wasn’t exactly a talkative type. I was glad for his sullen silence as I settled in my chair. All the Alphas were on edge. Not only was this full moon the Wolf Moon, but we were about to come into a rare lunar eclipse. The timing was an ill omen, made all the more ill by the strange things that had been happening in the woods. The spirits of the earth and trees were restless. The scent of magic was increasing throughout the town, and there had already been several incidents where strange shadows seemed to have tried to abduct children.

'Then this is my own kid' Mr Juan replied. Your dad had to stay with Mr Juan in case the police calls about the kids. So the end. What do you mean the end? One of Kate friends asked and he replied, that all. When it was around 8p.m I went out to face my fear for I knew the night was another full moon and those Black Cults would come again. I waited for several minutes till it was exactly 9p.m. Others were inside, the Voodoo man has gone so only I was outside. I brought out the Black cults book to read again and suddenly, I saw yellowish light coming from the middle of the book.

It’s just that Ciara wasn’t too comfortable seeing Godrick, who didn’t like wearing T-shirts, like now. “The Silver Blood Moon event is an annual event, where single werewolves from several territories gather in one place to feast together. And when the clock strikes twelve, and the moon is shining full in the sky, they will find their soul mate.” Ciara imagined it. Party. Sounds like fun. “When did the event take place?” she asked. “One more week. In the Moon Ashes territory.” This time, Maila answered. “Then all of you will come?” asked Ciara, looking expectantly at them all.

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.

Ramon’s voice broke through the haze. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his dark eyes filled with concern. Even as a vampire lord, Ramon’s presence always exuded calm authority, but tonight, there was something raw in his gaze. “The moon,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s... different.” Ramon stepped closer, his hands brushing her shoulders gently. “It’s the Bloodmoon,” he said. “A rare celestial event tied to ancient magic. But this...” His eyes flicked back to the moon, narrowing. “This feels different. Stronger.”

Ru would never be one to tout her strengths, but she did have a good memory. Eventually, her search for answers led her to a page that had to do with the occult, a topic Ru had always avoided like the plague. Her mother was very serious when it came to discussions of demons and Satan—one of the kind who wouldn’t let her kids trick-or-treat because she believed it was the devil’s holiday and thousands of children each year were kidnapped on All Hallows’ Eve and sacrificed to the devil. Ru could remember being terrified as a child when there was a lunar eclipse, and Liddy Brown had insisted the moon would turn to blood, signifying the beginning of the Tribulation.

She placed them down forcefully enough to hear the glass clunk against the wood. “Better?” she mocked. “Much better,” Wes laughed. “Now, I’m feeling the vibe. It’s only better in October when we have Halloween snacks.” “October is coming. Which reminds me, we need to talk about the Telluride Horror Show.” “That’s right.” Wes leaned back and rubbed his hand over the stubble advancing across his chin. “It’s almost time. How was Nightmare?”

"You're right, Sophia. Killing Blake alone won't be enough. We need to make him suffer, to strip away everything he holds dear." I leaned closer to Derick, a glint of mischief in my eyes. "The blood moon is approaching," I whispered. "During that time, the power of the werewolves is at its peak. Desires and wishes are amplified. What if we use that to our advantage?" Derick's eyebrows furrowed as he considered my suggestion. "How do you propose we do that?" he asked, intrigued.