Spooky Month Jack Novels & Stories

His hand rested on Aiden’s broad shoulder, and he leaned in, whispering something in his ear. Aiden crumpled, collapsing to the ground at Jack’s feet. I almost cried out, but I didn’t want to give Jack the satisfaction of seeing me desperate. Blinking back the stinging tears, I forced myself to glare at him instead. Above, the moon had slipped behind thick clouds, shrouding the alley in near darkness. Jack’s white mask and black cloak made him look almost spectral, like a phantom lingering at the edges of a nightmare, waiting to ensnare lost souls.

“Hmm…You’re right. I don’t like it, but it has to be done. I’ll call Emma. Parker and William. Before we leave, go back to the house and bring every photo or every clue there is of Emma and Maddie's existence.” I see how they both enter. Then I heard by mental link, “My king, we have a problem.” I frown as I respond, “What’s wrong, Jack?” He is my gamma. “We are seeing movement at Dr. Spencer’s house. Two werewolves are trying to get in. How do you want to proceed?” My gaze darkens, and my breathing becomes heavy. “Stop them, whatever the cost. Don’t let them enter that house. You heard me?”

I am truly taken aback by this girl,what can I possibly do to help her? The servants tell me that she leaves the Manor in the dead cold of night and walks around the grounds while speaking to herself.The snow which has fallen does not even deter her.What frightens me the most though is that the servants tell me she rambles on about magic and the dark arts in her sleep,calling out the names of creatures not of this world.I no longer think I have the strength to deal with her. January 01, 1811

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.

“We’ll go somewhere where no one can find you, and I’ll make sure that you can’t get out on a full moon.” “But you can’t give up your place as Alpha or go against the council!” she insisted. “I will if it means keeping you safe,” Everly. “But would I really be safe?” she asked, her eyes showing that she didn’t think the answer to that question was yes. Jack took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “We don’t have to worry about that right now, okay? We’ve got two weeks until the full moon. We’ve got time to figure out what to do. I’m going to go home and start reading.”

But I had to find the sheriff of Westview and hope he would be as helpful as ours. There were signposts of the blood moon all over the street when I entered the main town area, and children were running around in Halloween costumes and red Shinobi Shōzoku. The blood moon seemed to be a day of a massive festival in Westview, and I noticed they had already started a carnival for it. The houses that didn’t have signposts about the blood moon had posters of Yarikh the moon god. “Hey, you don’t look like you’re from around here,” an elderly lady inquired with a sunny smile as she walked towards me. “What’s your name?”

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I noticed my eyes were swollen, prompting me to ask Pearly for some ice to lessen the swelling. Once refreshed, I changed into fresh clothes and went to consult with the Lotus Pack's funeral director, a blind man named Jack Newton. Jack, a half-blood werewolf and witch doctor, claimed he had sacrificed his sight to the Moon Goddess in exchange for the ability to see the lost souls of werewolves and guide them to the afterlife. His age was so advanced that no one could truly confirm if his stories were factual or merely folklore. I needed Jack's assistance to prepare five crystal coffins, a tradition for the Alpha's family in our pack.

Kira’s brown eyes narrowed as she looked at her from top to bottom. With her finger now in Emory’s face, Kira scolded, “I can’t believe you think you’re not attending the hunter’s moon celebration.” In her disapproving tone, Aunt Kinshra shouted, “When you’re here, you barbarian, you use your inside voice!” “Sheesh! My apologies, aunt Kinshra,” Kira said as she dragged Emory out onto the porch and locked the door behind her. “What’s your excuse this time? Do you want to die alone, without a mate to worship you?”

For a second, I saw a flash of something like guilt in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "The Alpha wants you in his study. Now," Jack said. "Is he going to kill me?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the roar of the party. "Just go," Jack replied, stepping aside. I climbed the back stairs, my heart hammering against my ribs. My wolf was pacing in the back of my mind, agitated and confused. The Blood Moon was rising tonight, the one night of the year when the wolf’s instincts were at their peak. I pushed open the door to the study. The room was dim, lit only by the glowing embers in the fireplace and the deep red moonlight spilling through the window.