Spooky Month Novels & Stories

"Unless, of course, one of you guys was planning on dating him?" Her friends immediately relaxed. "Nah, I'm good," Lucy grinned. "I haven't found Mr. Right yet, but I have high hopes for next Halloween." "Halloween?" Charlotte snorted at their gothic friend. "Don't you mean valentines day?" "Nope," Lucy inhaled with a wistful smile playing over her lips. "Halloween is the most romantic day of the year for us gothic people. We bond over gore and blood." Scarlett laughed. "Gross!"

He lightly kissed me and whispered, "I'll make it up with you wife. I promise." We hurriedly finished the ceremony and I hug him. "Take care..." "I love you..." he whispered tenderly. I swallowed and smiled. "Go!... they need you..." When they left, I stayed outside. I look at the red moon. For us wolves and vampires, the blood moon is relevant for the pull is very strong especially for those rogues therefore the cases of killings are rampant. It is also a sign of war. I looked right at lake crystal and was surprised because a man wearing a cloak coming like a cheetah and when we were only ten meters away.

He raises his hand in the air to settle the crowd once more. “Let’s prepare for the next full moon festival! It is March, which means this will be the Warm Moon. A sign of Winter ending, and the frost begins to thaw. New beginnings. Let that be our theme for this upcoming festival.” The entire pack stands up and cheers in unison. “New beginnings!”

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

Still the perfect phase for necromancy, which flourished in the death of the old moon and the rebirth of the new, a magical tipping point for the delicate work of crossing the line between life, death, and undeath. A line I hadn’t meant to cross tonight. I mean, it was December twenty-third. I wasn’t much for the family holiday bullshit, but even I wouldn’t be crass enough to purposely raise the undead two days before Christmas, not when Nate had gotten so fucking excited about the idea of decorating and cooking and making it a thing. I meant to make hiding upstairs my thing as much as possible, and if anyone suggested I sing, there might be blood. But I could do my small part for goodwill f

But at night, when he was gone and she was alone, she pored over pack records and law books, searching for anything that could help her. It was on the third night, surrounded by dusty volumes from the pack library, that Lyra finally confirmed what she'd been dreading. She found an old calendar tucked into one of Mason's desk drawers, marked with pack events and important dates. Her finger traced the months, counting forward from September. Early spring. March 15th, to be precise. She'd been right about the year, but wrong about the season. The Blood Moon Festival wasn't in September. It was in late November, during the autumn equinox.

Ramon’s voice broke through the haze. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his dark eyes filled with concern. Even as a vampire lord, Ramon’s presence always exuded calm authority, but tonight, there was something raw in his gaze. “The moon,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s... different.” Ramon stepped closer, his hands brushing her shoulders gently. “It’s the Bloodmoon,” he said. “A rare celestial event tied to ancient magic. But this...” His eyes flicked back to the moon, narrowing. “This feels different. Stronger.”

Nina revealed. “You mean the Blood Moon?” Rogan asked. Nina nodded. “The Blood Moon is a phenomenon that happens every few years. I heard this from a traveller once, he told me that it was a good time for magicians and sorcerers. Apparently, they get very strong and some certain spells can only ever be cast under this moon. The moon usually lasts for two to three hours.” Luke filled them in on the significance of the moon.

But I can't bring my self to tell her that. I tried to prepare Tim for the blood moon. The blood moon comes every seventy years. I have been through many blood moons, so now they don't really affect me anymore. This being Tim's first blood moon, the first one is the worse. The blood moon effect brings out this power in us, making Lycans more aggressive.

I was just waiting for her to land and she delivered, right on target. Once we get into September, all every 1970'er talks about is ember-month, ember-month, ember-month. Lately, I haven't heard anyone of them ramble about how dangerous the ember-months are—I can say i was really beginning to get worried. The idea behind this ember month sharade is that at the close of the year, most people, desperate to achieve the progress they aspired towards all year long begin to do everything in their power, tamper with anything within their reach to get there. By hook, crook, pistol; any /u/ sound at all. Yes, I know bad things happen during the big embers; from beheadings to ritual killings to robber