Roy Spooky Month Novels & Stories

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.

Ah Halloween. The creepiest month of the year. Im not a big fan of halloween. But apparently Lance is. He told me that in halloween there's a creepy house that's rumored to be haunted. Curious George wanted to check it out and it's dragging me there too. "So, you four are also coming too." I smiled. "As long as I don't have to dress in a churro costume I'm good." Ricky said which caused us to laugh. Yeah Bri made him dressed as one last year.

Reylap’s POV The scent of roasting meat and sweet berries wafted up from the courtyard, mingling with the sharper, metallic tang of the harvest moon bloom. My stomach, already a tumultuous sea of second-trimester cravings, rumbled in protest. I swallowed, the knot of dread in my throat tightening. Downstairs, the entire pack was gathering. Rika had explained it once, during a quiet moment in the healing hut – the harvest moon ceremony, an annual affair, a time for feasting and reaffirmation. Wolves from every rank filled the courtyard below, soft lantern light glowing on their upturned faces, long tables laden with food stretching as far as the eye could see. I dreaded it. More than I let on

But at night, when he was gone and she was alone, she pored over pack records and law books, searching for anything that could help her. It was on the third night, surrounded by dusty volumes from the pack library, that Lyra finally confirmed what she'd been dreading. She found an old calendar tucked into one of Mason's desk drawers, marked with pack events and important dates. Her finger traced the months, counting forward from September. Early spring. March 15th, to be precise. She'd been right about the year, but wrong about the season. The Blood Moon Festival wasn't in September. It was in late November, during the autumn equinox.

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.

“Miss Nightingale, are you certain you want us to stage your death in three days?” the elder from the Silver Coast Temple asked gravely. It happened to be the Moon Blessing Festival, the most important day of the year for every werewolf pack. The wind came howling straight at me. I closed my eyes and let the tears slide down my face. “Yes,” I said. “I'm certain.” The elder fell silent for a long moment before letting out a low sigh.

Ryder growled lowly. “Are we still….” “Yes!” Ryder cut in rudely. “I want every single pack member of dark moon, men and women, old and young, from the teenagers to the pups.. I want them all dead! Got it?” “Yes, your Majesty!” his soldiers answered readily. “Attack!!” he roared. His soldiers charged towards the pack, destroying everything and anything standing in their ways. >><< Meanwhile, there’s a big event going on in dark moon, today’s the mating moon day: the day every unmated wolf who’s past twenty-five and still haven’t found his or her mate, who come out and choice a mate from other unmated wolves too.

Waylon sat up and leaned forward, “There is this ritual we perform, wanna hear?” They looked at Waylon curious and nodded. “Well, when there is a full moon, the couples, young and old head into the woods and have sex for three days straight,” Waylon said. A pack member who was sitting in the next booth sat up on his knees and looked over, he was right behind Waylon and grinned, “Waylon is totally right, sometimes we fuck for a whole week straight but when it is the first night of the blood moon, we have orgies.”

Alpha Klein stared at them both for a brief moment before stepping outside again. Sleek’s eyes remained fixed on the baby for a long while before he finally shifted his gaze back toward Alpha Klein. “I think I should leave now,” Sleek said calmly. “I only came to drop the message.” “What message?” Alpha Klein’s deep voice stopped him immediately. Sleek turned slowly and walked closer. “It’s about Caloon tomorrow.” Caloon. A celebration held throughout the werewolf community every third moon of the month. A night where multiple packs gathered together to celebrate, hunt, feast, drink, discuss alliances and sometimes even choose mates publicly before the Moon Goddess.