Scary Moon Face Novels & Stories

I shrieked in fear when I felt their hands on my hair and I finally saw their presence before me. Red, dark and dangerous. It made me swallow harsh intake of hair as their canines were out, ready to devour me. “She smells good too, a nice neck at that. “Let's take her home, enough talking. The blood moon is making my throat burn dry.” I stared at the desperate one with Auburn hair and black eyes, they all had black eyes making them look extremely scary and different and hiding the beauty they were supposed to possess. “You might not want to do that!” I replied boldly even though I was shaking and vibrating within.

Selina felt like that helpless bug - immobilized and trapped, not even able to see her captor's face. The wooden door creaked open, letting in the cold moonlight. In the doorway stood a stocky man, under 5'7" but with a large beer belly. With the moonlight at his back, Selina couldn't make out his features clearly. But she could see his general outline, including a burn scar on his left cheek near his ear. The scar's shape reminded Selina of the spider she'd just seen in the corner. When Selina saw the man's facial scar, her eyes widened in shock. Her pupils dilated as fear washed over her.

My fear was audible so I wasn't surprised when she raised a brow. Then, a look of realization crossed her features. "Don't tell me you're scared" she said and I swallowed again before looking away from her. "Oh sweetheart, the Deathshade Pack is vicious but we're not evil" she said and I looked at her skeptically. "What are you going to do with me?" I asked and she chuckled before she suddenly stopped and looked me dead in the eye. "Throw you in the caves filled with hungry giant badger moles" she said with a straight face and my breath hitched before my eyes immediately wandered around the house for a way out.

It was nearly midnight, the night sky is so clear that I could almost see every crater. I walked on my balcony , the full moon was gleaming at the surrounding. I remember when I was seven years old my dad always told me a story about the moon. He said that, every time the moon is full, there are creatures that look like a normal person during the day but when the night comes, they turn into a hairy and scary monster. My father also said that during the Lunar eclipse, they completely lose their supernatural abilities and simply returning into their human form. He called that werewolf, a human that turns into a beast at night. I don't know if it's true since it's just an old story of elderly i

The face is familiar… But it’s not my face. It’s the face of Nora Moonblood, Luna of the Moonblood pack. Her beauty is ethereal, with high cheekbones, piercing silver eyes, and cascading silver hair that shimmers in the light. My hands tremble as I touch my reflection, the cool glass grounding me in a reality I can’t comprehend. The memories of my death flood back—Cain’s betrayal, Claire’s cruelty, the loss of my pup. My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the edge of the mirror. The pups' voices call out behind me, their worry evident, but I can’t turn around.

At any time, he can devour Lucas as a whole, without even mincing or chewing him. With the staring contest halted midway already, Lucas' face looked more of a nice guy turned terror version, because it seemed new. His narrowed eyes were powerful. Mister Vacio's grim aura was normal and cliché. It didn't create an intimidating attack because it was his everyday look. Moon was at obvious apprehensiveness as well, and can't help himself but to interfere. "Sir, I will go with him!" Moon gravely uttered. His face was cold and full of certainty.

Another sigh escaped Scarlett's mouth. "We shouldn't worry about him just now, though. We need to be worried about you." Scarlett looked at Avery who spoke. Avery gave her a look. "Or have you forgotten?" "What is she talking about?" She asked Cornelia. "The full moon, Scarlett. How did you manage to forget? This is the final day of the current month's full moon. The day where things become brutal. You start to feel the impulse to kill or to flee, only to come back the next day. Naked."

My father, far too reserved since my mother vanished from our lives, gives me a crooked smile every time I try to explain the strange coincidence between my night terrors and the lunar calendar. He says I’m exaggerating. That it’s just stress. I look away from the fractured sky, where a blackened moon is embedded like an unblinking eye in the middle of the night. From the shadows, a jagged, toothy grin emerges on a blurred face—a face that seems to root itself into pointed ears that stretch and elongate, melting into a savage snout… until it becomes a beast that should not exist. A presence that makes me shiver before I can even comprehend it.

Pain shoots through my scalp, my neck snapping back. “What the fuck?!” I twist, flailing. When I finally manage to look up, ready to fight— Holy fucking moon goddess. The man is a monster. Towering. Massive. Muscles bulging beneath a tight black shirt. Half-man, half-beast. His face is twisted in a scowl, eyes glowing faint red like his wolf is just waiting to rip free. A scar slashes across his cheek, and he reeks of power and violence. Fear jolts through me—cold and sharp—but I shove it down before he can scent it.

I don't know how to be lovely in bed . When such obscene words reached her ears, she only felt sick. Pear month suddenly red eye, but it's a pity that Stuart in his hand, and can't make a move. 'Pear Moon, what are you nervous about? This woman is not your little lover, is she?' Scar face seemed to have a handle at once, and she smiled particularly lewd. 'Since you don't want to give me the project, give me your woman!' 'I warn you, if you touch her, your whole family will die!'