Spooky Month Happy Fella Novels & Stories

Silvia POV "Wolf Moon," I say slowly. So many memories crowd my mind. "Next month will be Wolf Moon, that's in just ..." I think back to the events of the past few weeks that have felt more like months or even longer. "... ten days!" Darius is staring straight ahead, transfixed by the scene unfolding before our eyes.

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.

Eldric James straightens and followed after her and only stopping a few steps away from her, “Jennie…” Her long, red hair flared beautifully against her back. Kai and Minzy who had been quietly sitting at the edge of her bed had turned to her, their keen eyes watching, observing, and waiting. Nicole was still recuperating from the wounds she endured from both her sister November and the Alpha of Tacita Mortes Pack, Teddy Balfour. Jennie starts to laugh, “It’s the Blood Wolf Moon.” She splayed her arms wide, closes her eyes as if she was absorbing the moon’s energy. “It’s time…”

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.

She ground her hips into his and moaned suggestively. "I think that you're taking the Vampire Cosplay a little too far," James said. "It's past midnight and Halloween is officially over." "Samhain is not over until the sun rises. The fact that the holiday falls on a moon that is full makes blood collected this night especially potent." Ashley said, licking her lips and taking a nip at him. He jerked back in time to avoid having a chunk of his neck taken out. There was fresh red on her lips. James felt his neck and it came back with a little of his blood. "Yours is especially good. The little tastes are not nearly enough."

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 01 - 2027 ║ Friday ║ 1st Midnight ║ The darkness of the circus tent hung like a shroud over my head, an oppressive presence threatening to smother us like a deep-rooted fear. Shivers of dread ran down my spine as I nervously surveyed the scene for a damn second, my eyes slowly adjusting to the horror that was to come later on.

Finally feeling normal again I walked to the very back seat and took my seat. The sick feeling passed and my vision stopped spinning, my body felt cooler and the fear passed. Like I was safe now...what the hell was that? I thought to myself, but quickly brought out my notebook to focus on biology class. A little tap on my table caught my gaze, very familiar warm brown eyes, Tucker. "Hey, happy Halloween in advance." he said. I smirked. Tucker loved Halloween. "You must be thirsty." He dropped a pop soda on my desk.

He’s good with his words, and just like a delicious glass of wine, he makes you feel all relaxed. Today it is Halloween and although we don’t go trick or treating, with around 47 adults in the pack, some of the women thought we should have like a little party. And so here we are all dressed up, with the place decorated really incredibly with cobwebs, spiders, ghosts and blood.

Neal chimes, always the up for everything. I smile at him. “How about the others? We should do something today since it’s been a long time we did something fun.” Four months after New Year’s Day and the second collapse I had that got everyone worried, it was America’s most favourite celebration of the year. Her birthday.

None of the five Holiday offspring had believed their father when he'd told them that their family was descended from the ancient Celtic spirits of the seasons. It was a coincidence, they'd all figured, that each of them had been born on a holiday - whether a modern one, like Valentine, the middle brother, or an ancient one, like Summer, the older of the two girls who was born on midsummer's day. Sam had gotten both - Halloween, the modern holiday, and Samhain, the ancient festival. He still blessed his parents for calling him just Sam, even though they'd meant to name him Samhain.