Spooky Month Streber Novels & Stories

VALERIA The book fell from my hands and landed on the floor with a thud. The last time I was this petrified was when I was hiding, watching my parents being murdered. And I felt like because all things were pointing towards the same thing happening to me, getting killed by a werewolf that hated the existence of vampires for some reason. The feeling of someone touching my shoulder had me jerking away, triggering my instinct to fight. But it was just Marcello's concerned face that I saw when I turned. His eyebrows were furrowed as he observed me carefully, then he asked,

Even Trisha’s smug expression faltered slightly. Arianna turned to me in pure shock. “Damon—” I squeezed her waist lightly, silencing her. Trust me. Sterling studied me for a long moment. Then, slowly, a grin curled at the edge of his lips. “Interesting,” he mused. “The Blood Moon is only two weeks away. You’re saying she’ll shift by then?” I nodded. “I guarantee it.” Sterling chuckled. “Well then,” he said, retrieving his champagne. “I suppose we'll wait then, Mr. Dark.”

Sylvester carefully listened to Skyrim. "I ... a m... s u r e... h e...w i l l... a t t a c k... o n... t h e... n i g h t...o f... n o ... m o o n.... w h e n... h e... i s... s t r o n g e s t... b u t... w i l l .. b e... a... m o r t a l... a t .. t h e... m i d n I g h t. Y o u... h a v e... t o... k i l l... h i m... n o... m a t t e r... w h a t."

“The wizard said…it’s going to appear soon.” Asher’s eyes flickered; his wolf surged beneath the surface. “When?” he growled. Spencer hesitated only a moment. “On the full moon.” “The full moon…” Asher murmured, a primitive growl coiling in his throat. His eyes glowed with bloodthirst as he turned abruptly and strode for the door. “Is the car ready?” “Waiting outside the territory,” Spencer replied, snatching the tablet from the desk where the live footage was still playing and hurrying after him.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

’ “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. The next day, the day of the ritual, I don’t see Frank at all. Nightfall came too soon too. The house felt so cold and empty without him. I check my phone. No messages. Figures. I wonder if the Elders took his phone. Maybe I should test this theory? ‘Frank, I have a

Iris. Wednesday, July 30th. Two days later… Noon. All day, I haven’t had a moment’s peace from talk of the blood moon festival. Everywhere, adult werewolves and younglings chatter with excitement. Their joy claws at me, pulling me back to when I still lived in Silvaton Ridge as Iris Herewit.

SSHS 245 Sometime later, it is already the Month Of October and things have been going smoothly both for the Montague siblings and for the two rookie undercover spies and for the Montague couple. for the course of the month of october, Hestia and Albert had been invited for dinners and lunches by either Damian or Excami and would always result for a dinner together with their parents and with that the bond between all of them had grow and become stronger and they were more close with each other than ever before.

I have to get closer to his body, maybe used his hand to block the wind. I cried as I did, especially since Ryan's eyes were still open, staring right into my soul. "Don't give me that look." I pushed at his head, causing it to make a cracking sound. And again I throw up. I looked at him; I don't know what I was feeling then. ‘Do spirits really haunt people?’ ‘Daddy won't like this if anyone ever found out I killed someone.’ The smell of burning flesh almost killed me. I lost everything from my stomach at that, and even when it was empty, I was still throwing up.

Eric scribbled notes just as Greta did. “No, it got bad around the time the Manor House Burned. You don’t think it had something to do with it, do you? This doesn’t feel like the other ghost we have in the shop. This one’s darker, more threatening, and aggressive feeling.” Greta perked up at that comment. “You can feel spirits?”