Scary Moon Face Novels & Stories

His beautiful brown eyes were gone, it was replaced with a blood red color, fully highlighted under the full moon. He dangerously stalked towards me and I'd be damned if I wasn't scared. I stepped back slowly, wanting to keep as much gap between us as possible. Suddenly, I couldn't see him again, the fear making me shiver furiously as I looked around, still retreating slowly until suddenly I hit a wall. A wall of flesh! I slowly turned, dreading what I would see. And that's when I saw him. Beta Kaiden's face was just inches from mine, his blood-red eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity. His features were twisted in a snarl, revealing sharp canines and a cruel grin.

“Brenna, let me know tomorrow if you would like to present yourself before the Moon Goddess as a potential Luna. The full moon is in a few days, so we must prepare.” The Blood Moon was coming, too. But I still had a bit more time. As if reading my mind, she turned and smiled. “The Blood Moon is in three months. Fear not; you have plenty of time to get to know the Alpha before.” I nodded, tilting my head to the side. “And if I reject him as my Mate?”

His mother. He sank his fangs into her throat in a heartbeat. There was no time to react as he tore into her flesh, blood spurting from her artery as she screamed. Her hands tore at the creatures skin, but her own skin was breaking as she tried to break free. She was sobbing, but the sounds didn’t come as quickly as anyone thought. Slowly, she began to gurgle instead of cry. When the creature dropped her body, Liam felt as if he had died.

She hadn't seen anyone lately. Through the thick oak canopy, the dim, ethereal moonlight caught a faint gleam, a familiar silhouette. A silent gasp of horror tore through her as her eyes widened in shock. She had thought the face was lost forever, buried beneath layers of grief and deep sorrow, but it was partially hidden by the deep shadows. It was Marco's face; his eyes, which had once been so bright and full of childish defiance, now had a haunting, lifeless quality, staring at her with an unblinking, unsettling intensity.

Large feet and broad shoulders were the first to come into view, but I didn’t need to see his face to know who the man was. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Moon Goddess. The creator of the werewolves.” The stocky man chuckled darkly, “I must say I expected more.” Just like in my dream, the scar across his face distorted with his sneer. He looked just as I remembered him and I shivered. “Remove the gag, I have a few questions for the Moon Goddess.” The hatred in his latter words echoed off the metal walls and I bit back a flinch. The man oozed negativity as I'd never seen before.

One moment, I was laughing with my friends at the Moonlight festival, surrounded by silver light and classical music. And the next, I was screaming. My skin was burning and the scent of my own flesh filled the air, twisting my stomach so hard I threw up. Alara grinned widely as she held the pitcher that once contained boiling water. “You thought you have it all but now, you don't! You're nothing, Violeta!” And she was right. The first time I looked into the mirror, I vomited. My once-perfect face was covered in scars. My once-perfect face was now twisted and ruined beyond recognition.

Looking down at West, I silently studying his facial features. His nose was slightly crooked, purple and swollen. His lips are slightly parted, revealing his pearl white teeth. The scar across his face seems clearer to me now. I still wonder what caused such a huge scar. I slowly run my finger along the scar. Right where the scar stops, I notice the mark I saw yesterday. It’s not a circle, it’s a small birthmark, shaped very much like mine - which is on my left shoulder - the moon. More like a crescent but I just call it the moon because my mom always loved the moon and she would always tell me, when I was little, that she would take me there someday. I always knew it wasn’t possible but the

She was as cold as ice and immobile. “Oh, dear child. Beautiful as always. Did they make you sad?” The first one asked, coiling around her. The only thing that came to light was Scarlet's beautiful face and her bright eyes, which radiated under the moonlight, as well as her pink lengthy gown. The only thing from the witches which the moon got a glimpse of were their fingers, which were in a skeleton form. The flesh was gone, replaced with an ugly definition of their phalanges. Scarlet managed a nod.

One side of his face was wrinkled and burned and looked stiff and dry under the sun. "I've been through a lot to get you Scarlett and you are going to pay for every penny and all the stress you've put me through," he announced as he squatted in front of me. I inched away from him, my eyes darting around as I looked for an escape route but the other wolves growled at me. "You are surrounded Scarlett, nowhere left to go," The man gave me an eerie smile and my heart beat rapidly in my chest. Why would the moon goddess give me another life if she knew I wouldn't even survive for a complete day in the body?

Luna noticed two small moles beneath Lucas's eyes and a scar on his left temple, which Luna thought might be an old scar. Luna studied how Lucas's face was perfectly carved: a tall nose, thick eyebrows framing his eyes, lips not too thin nor too thick, a firm jawline with slight, soft facial hair, and his sharp, blue eyes. Somehow, Luna found herself reaching out her hand, tempted to touch Lucas's firm jaw, but fortunately, her awareness took over. She pulled her hand back just as it was about to get close to Lucas's face. However, as quickly as Luna retracted her hand, another hand grabbed hers, startling her. She widened her eyes, and slowly Lucas opened his eyes, meeting Luna's gaze that