Spooky Month Novels & Stories

Ellie asked, a memory on the cusp of her thoughts as she tried to focus on why it was familiar. "Yeah, you know how you said you saw a Fate with a long, flowing red dress at the Feast of the Fates? Well, the Feast of the Fates supposedly ends at Halloween, it's the culmination of all of the Fates celebrating another year of their people. The mother of the fates is the woman in the red dress. That's why it's a red moon, the moon becomes a reflection of the mother and when the feast ends, the fates decide how the next year will go. So, big changes always happen at Halloween," Sam said as she glanced behind her to make sure Ellie had heard her explanation.

She placed them down forcefully enough to hear the glass clunk against the wood. “Better?” she mocked. “Much better,” Wes laughed. “Now, I’m feeling the vibe. It’s only better in October when we have Halloween snacks.” “October is coming. Which reminds me, we need to talk about the Telluride Horror Show.” “That’s right.” Wes leaned back and rubbed his hand over the stubble advancing across his chin. “It’s almost time. How was Nightmare?”

WINTER'S POV TWO DAYS LATER The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the surrounding forest. The anticipation among the Moonstone pack members present was palpable; their breaths came out in shallow huffs as they crouched low to the ground. It was hunting season, and today marked the Moonfest, as it was often called in the Moonstone pack. It was the Hunters Moon festival, and it was a time which happened every October after the harvest moon disappearance.

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?”

The air grew heavier with each passing hour, as though the world itself was bracing for something unnatural. Ever since the gods’ messenger appeared, the countdown had begun—seven days until the Day of the Blood Moon. Seven days to prepare. Seven days to survive. Ava sat beneath the twisted elder tree outside the sanctuary, the bark behind her pulsing faintly as if aware of her presence. The wind was sharp, slicing through the night with whispers. Her fingers traced the mark on her wrist—ever since she mixed her blood with Achi’s, the mark had darkened, a signal that something ancient had awakened.

The air in Ember Hollow had grown thicker, as if the very land held its breath. The blood moon loomed high in the ink-black sky, its crimson glow bathing the ancient pines and moss-covered stones in a hue both beautiful and ominous. It was the first Blood Moon of the decade, a sacred celestial event in the world of the Elders, marked by rituals, renewal, and sometimes—death.

I sat up, my brows curving in surprise at the serious look on her face. “It’s the season when a lot of killings happen. During the full moon, a monstrous beast goes about killing people and shedding blood. It’s an ugly sight to behold,” “What?” My mouth flew wide open. “Who is this monstrous beast and why is it killing people?” “Nobody knows who or where it comes from. It only appears every full moon and sucks the blood of innocent people,” “That’s crazy,” “Yeah. And that’s why people close their stores early around this period and stay indoors. It gets really bloody so make sure you don’t leave this mansion late at night,”

Anastasia explained. "Such as?" "Like in January, it's the Ice Moon. In February, it's the Storm Moon. In March, it's the Wind Moon. In April, it's the Wild Moon. In May, it's the Fire Moon. In June, it's the Ghost Moon. In July, it's the Light Moon. In August, it's the Sing Moon. In September, it's the Blood Moon. In October, it's the Frost Moon. In November, it's the Oak Moon. And in December, it's the Wood Moon," replied Ms. Anastasia.

" Of course he doesn't, I'm going to make it a surprise, I wanted to come to visit today but the sudden announcement made me move it to tomorrow," " What announcement?" " Tomorrow is the blood moon," " Are you just aware of that?" " Well, I don't keep track of those things." The blood moon is a day every werewolf in any pack celebrates independence. Centuries ago, there was domination over the werewolves by the vampires and elves, but a four-day war broke out; the day they won was the day the moon was bloody. As a reminder of history and celebration of independence, blood moon days become a day of celebration with happens once every three years.

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.