Spooky Month Novels & Stories

It was just an interest. ‘The moon will be turning red soon.’ Asphalt’s voice came in my head and I hummed. I looked up at the sky, the white clouds draping the moon, under the black veil of the night. Only a few minutes were left before it was our birthday. Asphalt and mine. I wasn’t born this day biologically, but I was saved and Asphalt had taken his place inside me. Hence, our birthday. Which was also called the Blood Moon for the wolves while humans called it Halloween. I had seen pumpkins carved into faces on the streets already. Humans were so fragile and ludicrous. They were scared of ghosts, when there were more scarier things roaming around their bare eyes.

Takumi’s prompt response sent shivers to his body. “S-So, all of those were real?" “Of course not hahaha,” Tomoya stepped in between the two, faking a laugh. “You know, it’s almost June. It’s known to be the month of the worst luck.” “It is?” “Yes, it is,” Tomoya pat Junel’s shoulder, nodding his head to believe his own theory. “I read it somewhere and heard a rumor to that sequel, so yes. We have to go now, unfortunately.”

I ask her as I peel the crust off the top of the sandwich and swallow it like spaghetti. Mom winces. "I can't." "Why not?" She taps her index finger on her temple. From what I gather, she thinks that some kind of magic prevents her from talking about it in detail, so I can only get fragments. She tells me that the magic wanes on new moons, but we're halfway to the full moon. It is the tide and the full moon that bring all the monsters out. When come the wolves and the fairies and the lost immortal warriors. That's what she says.

“Venus, I’m scared. Whatever is happening, it’s not good. The pack has been attacked twice. I don’t know why it’s happening but I can tell soon we will be facing a lot more.” I blink. “I know. We have to be prepared for it.” She nods. “But I’m more worried about you. You always put yourself in danger to protect others. You have this really terrible luck where you faced those rogues at such a bad time.” I frown. “Bad time?” “Yeah. You see the Moonlight Hunt happens at this very specific period of time because this period marks a very special occasion. A rare kind of moon.” I raise a brow. “What special kind?”

The moon hung heavy and crimson in the night sky, casting a blood-red glow over the sprawling grounds of the Blood Moon Packhouse. Wolves moved like shadows across the snow, laughter and music spilling from the great hall where the celebration roared. The rare Blood Full Moon was a night of power—a night when bonds were strengthened, instincts sharpened, and dominance reaffirmed.

She slid off the stone ledge, her weightless grace bringing her down onto the moss beside the Alpha. "Your territory is a ghost, silver wolf," Carmilla whispered, her long, pale fingers sliding across the moss to rest flat against Astrid’s chest, her palm drinking in the steady, frantic, and fiercely protective thud-thud-thud of her heartbeat. "Above this ridge, our empires are hunting for corpses. They think we are dead, or worse, hiding in a ditch. But tomorrow evening... tomorrow evening the moon will bleed. The celestial alignment is absolute. The Blood Eclipse will find us."

(Ava’s POV) The blood-red moon hung over the estate like a giant, bleeding eye. The warmth of the Moon Goddess's light faded from my veins, replaced by a creeping, primal dread that made my skin crawl. The celebration died instantly. The cheers of the pack turned into gasps of terror. "Julian," I whispered, clutching Leo tightly to my chest. "What is happening?" Julian stared at the crimson sky, his face pale. "The Blood Moon. It is an ancient omen. It only rises when a great evil is about to be unleashed upon the world."

I blinked slowly, realizing that there was a small source of light in the room after all. My eyes followed the source, landing on the window above me. The light cast an eerie glow that painted the surroundings in haunting shades. I squinted, my gaze drawn to the unsettling sight outside. It was a Blood Moon, its ominous crimson hue intensifying the foreboding atmosphere within the room. A Blood Moon... that was never a good sign. They symbolized the coming of a bad omen—and in some cases, even death. The sight of the moon, stark and captivating, stirred a primal instinct deep within me—a lingering unease that sent a subtle shiver down my spine.

I explained, and she nodded, finally understanding my point. Well I loved the feeling that she already understood what she was supposed to because at this point, I really didn't know what I was doing anymore. “Well the moon festival is to celebrate the full moon. Most werewolves' senses are heightened especially as the season draws near.” I hummed, nodding my head as I tried to process all she had said. Well it wasn't a bad thing I guess. “And it happens every month?" I asked with raised brows, making her nod her head. She smiled at me trying to give me more support than I'll ever need but I wasn't quite worried about it. I knew what she was talking about.

The air in the Ghostwood was thick with the scent of rain and decay, the dense trees closing in around us like ancient sentinels. A full moon hung low in the sky, casting a red light over the land, bathing the world in an eerie, blood-hued glow. The kind of moon you only saw in prophecies and nightmares. The kind of moon that made my heart race with a mix of dread and anticipation.