Roy Spooky Month 소설 & 이야기

“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.

Thunder rumbled in the distance—low, distant, promising. I looked at her sideways. “You said something earlier. About blood moons.” Harper nodded, her face suddenly unreadable. “There’s one coming. Five nights from now.” My heart kicked. “They don’t happen often,” she went on. “And when they do, they mess with wolves more than most realize. Heighten everything. Strength. Instinct. Hunger.” “And?”

Red snuggled closer to Reed, breathing in his intoxicating cologne while his fingers traced electrifying circles on her hip. She couldn't help but feel extremely horny to be sharing such a kinky experience like this with him. “Today is October 20th, 2020. Our fucking 20th birthday. We are the freaking spooky kids. Why the fuck should we be intimidated by anything?” Light’s deep voice pierced the eerie silence. His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats.

All he had than was me. A few years later, he broke down and started to drown himself in alcohol. He quit being a preacher and slowly lost it all as I grew into a teenager. His entire life changed because of me, and now he was a drunkard. So he beat me on almost everything, blaming me for being a demon that destroyed every good thing he had. I endured it. I think that was the only good thing that I was good at; enduring crappy things. But tonight was going to be different. Because tonight was the night of the Moon Festival. It was held on a night every year at the mansion of the Alpha and Luna of our pack. It was when all the werewolves would gather together to celebrate the Moon goddess.

It's like watching a very weird food chain in real time. “The Bloodmoon is in three days,” she says eventually, setting down her knife. “We'll need to begin preparations.” Alaric doesn't look up from his plate. “Proceed according to standard preparations.” He cuts into his food before adding, “Clara will assist.” Excuse me? Since when was I consulted to work for Bloodmoon? “Bloodmoon,” I mumble. Right. Bloodmoon. The giant wolf holiday where the moon turns magically red and everyone gathers together to thank the Moon Goddess for things.

Adan When everyone was seated, I took a moment to tell them what had happened at the Snow Warrior Pack, and everyone gasped. “You have a right to know.” I sighed. “The Blood Moon is tomorrow, and the preparations can’t wait. Men, lock up your daughters, wives, and Mates. As you all know, every unmated wolf will be in heat during the three days of the Blood Moon. It’s our Mating Ritual and those eligible are free to indulge, but I don’t want there to be any mistakes. During the Blood Moon, wolves are delirious with want and need and will take any unmated wolf they see, so protect your families.” I looked over the Pack. “Those of you with cottages in the village, make sure every house is secur

"Unless, of course, one of you guys was planning on dating him?" Her friends immediately relaxed. "Nah, I'm good," Lucy grinned. "I haven't found Mr. Right yet, but I have high hopes for next Halloween." "Halloween?" Charlotte snorted at their gothic friend. "Don't you mean valentines day?" "Nope," Lucy inhaled with a wistful smile playing over her lips. "Halloween is the most romantic day of the year for us gothic people. We bond over gore and blood." Scarlett laughed. "Gross!"