Spooky Month Jack Novels & Stories

"You're sitting the closest. Fish it out for her." Jack silently picked up the ladle, scooped up the beef, and placed it on Jessie's plate. "Thanks." Jessie glanced at him. He looked oddly stiff, which made her pause before she asked, "Are you scared of horror movies?" "Don't be ridiculous," Jack shot back immediately. Jessie just hummed, dipped the beef into some sauce, and went back to eating while watching intently. Ronny leaned toward Jack and whispered in his ear, "Sure, act tough. Just don't forget to leave the lights on tonight."

When Emmet answered that his favourite colour was now red, Jasper admitted that his own was now blue. When Emmet had given Halloween as his favourite holiday, explaining to Jasper that it was when people placed decorations of pumpkins and bats outside their homes and give costumed children sweets when they approach and that it was a celebration of death and all the spooky things in the shadows, the spirits of people long dead finally returning to their families, and the oncoming harshness of winter.

He smirks, but there isn’t any amusement in his eyes. I know that this is serious, but I needed to try some levaty. “This isn't a game. I could lose all respect.” “Frank, you don’t understand. Since the blood moon, I have caught glimpses when I have touched people or things. I think some of that magic is still there. Jack is causing the dissension. He was the one who tred to get you to mark Scarlet so the could control the whole pack that way. I think he had something to do with your father’s death and perhaps mine too. I don’t know about that, but I will. I will learn to control this gift as long as I have it. I am not trying to disrespect you or werewolves. I am simply trying to convey wha

“So, what are waiting for? Why haven’t we gone to get Arthur yet?” Jack looks up at the sky as though measuring something, squinting one eye and then the other. “It’ll be dark soon in a full moon. Roman called in some special forces to . . .” Jack trails off, searching for the right word. “Minimize any damage.” He settles on with a tight smile. I nod in understanding. We might need some extra muscle considering we don’t know how the powers of the moon will affect Arthurs rabid state. The sound of feet approaching grabs everyone’s attention. The footsteps are slow and controlled, yielding suspension with every step. Could it be Arthur? Did he hear us and decide to turn himself in.

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

The air was electric, charged with impending violence. Kael let out a low growl, a sound that was half-human, half-animal, and utterly chilling. “You took everything from me, intruder.” Jack walked forward until they were thirty feet apart. He didn’t flex, he didn’t snarl. He simply stood there, a figure of calm, deadly potential against the backdrop of the moonlit city. He could feel the power of the full moon surging through his veins, a wild, exhilarating fire. It wanted to be unleashed.

When Jack came to see me, I hadn't seen him for almost half a year. He served as a hunter in the Northern Territory Hunting Campaign for three years, but he didn't send any howl messages when he returned to his pack. A few days ago, I received a moon crystal sent from my old pack. When I activated it with my omega energy, the first thing I heard was a burst of laughter. "Hahaha, Jack, you are really something. Not only did you earn the top-level hunting badge from the Northern Wastes, but you also claimed our most hottest huntress from the pack! Bethel, tell me, how does Jack's wolf form treat you during the full moon?"

Jack cackled mischievously, Alissa shook her head, it was by far Jack's favourite holiday and he got way into the spirit. Jack jumped from his seat wriggling his fingers mystically. “Lock up your doors and windows, the ancestors are going to come a knocking! All you tiny pups must hide, or they'll eat your insides!” he yelled jumping from Blake, to Alissa, to Luca. They all laughed at him, “Please say you're going to do it Luca?” he fell to his knees at Luca's side. He gave a wry smile. “Course.” Jack jumped back to his feet and punched the air before returning to his dinner, “You are such an infant.” Blake shook his head towards Jack.

Jack pouted, sounding like an unhinged person. “What--wait--” I fell silent because my throat was itching. But there was something about the smell of these woods that felt familiar. “Don’t stress. I am not angry with you. It was going to happen nevertheless. It’s not like I ever planned to take him with us to the human world.” Of course, I had guessed it right. Jack would only worry about himself and never the others. “But the good news is--tomorrow is the Wolf Moon and a new year. Guess we will be celebrating it in the human world,” Jack announced happily. I was shocked to hear him talk so casually after killing someone who had been nothing but a support to him.

I felt sorry for Wes. His birthday party should’ve been epic, but instead, everyone looked morose. Even the upbeat songs and the disco lights reflecting off the slick skating surface didn’t make any of us feel any better; everyone was thinking about poor Jack Cook. The rumors were ridiculous, and I tried not to listen to them. Of course, in comparison, I supposed they weren’t any more out there than what I thought might be the truth—that Jack Cook was infected by a vampire, turned, and was killed by a team of “good” vampires that my sister had recently joined. I guess the other kids’ ideas that it was the bubonic plague, tainted Mountain Dew, or an infiltration by Russian spies really weren’