Scary Moon Face Novels & Stories

Taking care of her was my job now. I moved even closer, not wanting to miss a single detail of her face. On either side. How many times had she sounded fearful when she talked about her appearance, as if she thought I might run away as soon as I saw her? Were those the scars the pack was afraid of? The ones they mocked? The marks that proved she was so strong she survived an entire childhood with the Moonjoys? Was that why so many had described her as ugly?

A sound of pure, unadulterated terror. "It was like a wolf's howl, but… different." Vicky said, her voice high with apprehension. "Like a scream." The chilling truth slammed into Jessica like a physical blow. It was the Night of the Blood Moon, the night Draven's curse awaken, the night he would become consumed by a primal fury, a night that transformed him into a savage beast.

"Just try to delay your wedding for now, I need some time to figure everything out." "Dad, you can figure out whatever you want after my wedding too. Here have some water and tell me the reason why you're delaying it!" Mara spoke. Beta Daniel must have compiled as the sound of glass hitting the tables empty crackled through the air. "We are doubtful that the Blood Moon pack might not stay in peace with us anymore and attack us in the next few weeks." My feet froze on the ground; I have heard of that pack name before. But I don't remember clearly in what context. Why did it seem so familiar? With my curiosity peaking, I stepped closer and perked up my ear.

Yvonne had a grim expression on her face as she hung up. She was startled to see Stephen staring at her unwaveringly when she turned around. It was the first time Stephen had a good look at Yvonne’s face. She had clear skin, shining brown eyes, and rosy lips. Her features were delicate and beautiful. However, the fake scar on her face was even more terrifying than he'd imagined. In contrast to her beautiful and alluring appearance, the appalling scar on her cheek made her seem even more eerie

Hail, her manager, screamed while Molly just laughed. “Okay... byee.” I smiled then end the FaceTime. I stared at Molly’s frowning face in my wallpaper. “What the f*ck’s wrong with my eye? Why is Molly became cute? SINCE WHEN?!” I scold to my self then sit at the coach. “Why do I feel like eating a peach mango pie? F*ck, is that even a food?” I called Jack since he flew here in States a month after I left. A few rings later, he finally picked up the phone!

Your friend is going to die, a voice whispered in her head. Lauren screamed, a high guttural ear-piercing sound and pushed her mother aside, curling in agony on the staircase and screaming incoherent words. The pain was almost as much as her first full moon Change. It bent her bones and burnt her skin, rolling her eyeballs into her head.

His face turns pale as he saw the face of the monster wrecking his bar. “Mrs. Mc Ganhy---” he stutters “G-glad y-y-ou-re a-alive” “Glad?” she laughs “You killed my baby, remember?” she said as she swings her scythe nearly hitting Paulo’s head. He screamed like a little girl, as sweat and tears come to no difference.

Maybe Laura will talk with him and make him come willingly with us. The perfume of lilac mingles with the other scents, spinning about me. Excellent timing! But something is wrong. I can hear her teeth gnashing before I even see her. In the full moon's light, her eyes twinkle. I've seen it in the eyes of other strigois, a craving for blood, an uncontrollable need. What happened to her?

“Relax, Luna. When the moon reaches its peak, your struggles will cease. Your precious blood will be mine, and your fate will be sealed.” Lara let out a desperate sob, her chest heaving as her gaze locked onto the moon, its pale light growing colder and more sinister with each passing moment. It was almost there—almost at its zenith, where the power Thana sought would be at its fullest. The chains binding Lara seemed to tighten, their cursed weight pressing down on her wrists and soul, as if they too were reacting to the moon's approach. The strange light made her skin look pale and cold, and she felt like something scary was getting closer.

He’s got the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen in my life, and his eyes are such a bright blue that I feel like they would glow in the dark. We stare at each other for several long moments. And then I spot the little scar by the corner of his eye. It’s just the faintest white lines. Not like the scars I’ve seen on the faces of others like him. But even so, there’s no mistaking what it is. “You’re a Moon Drinker,” I whisper, rising slowly to my feet. He flinches as if I’ve slapped him. “We don’t call ourselves that.” “I’m sorry, was that fucking rude? I don’t care what you call yourself.”