Spooky Month Streber Novels & Stories

This is genocide by the hand of silver wolves again. On the other hand, I have to stop Haiban 'tho it's hectic to find him room-by-room, so I'll just make him come at me! Using my spellbook, I enchanted the radiance of the moon: the bright light it emits turns into the color of blood. The city gets darker. The second the red dim moon transforms, the scream of every person on the road terrifies me and the wolves, but that's what should happen: to alarm them that something terrifying is at the door.

He drawls out waving me off. I visibly flinch away from the nickname that the shifter boys so generously started calling me when I first started my little business. I realize my mistake when he steps towards me eyes flashing silver again. Shifters are predators. You act like prey they'll treat you like it. I tighten my lips in a flat line refusing to move until he takes a step away from me again. It's at this moment I am greatful for my best friend, Lacey chooses this exact moment to make an appearance. I visibly relax when Caleb's eyes move from me to her.

The first time Stacy caused trouble was on Halloween. That day, the Frey family was having a get-together. It was late October, already pretty cold. With two kids around, Sapphire had the heater turned on. The villa felt cozy and warm. The men were talking business in one corner, the women were chatting among themselves, and Darren and Tabitha were happily playing. Everything was pleasant until the sound of screeching brakes tore through the calm, followed by hurried footsteps. They grew louder, closer, stopping right at the entryway.

“Plus, a young man went missing yesterday, too.” “That’s horrible,” Judy said. Leesa slid onto the wooden rocking chair that was her favorite place to sit when she was here. Max immediately took up his post beside the chair, where Leesa could pet his head easily while she rocked. “Three people just since yesterday?” Leesa said, more to herself than to anyone else. She did not like the sound of that. Yesterday was the first day after the solstice. She wondered if Rave’s fear was coming true—that the solstice was magnifying the effects of Destiratu. Were the vampires becoming less careful with their hunting, driven by their increased thirst for blood? She hoped there was a simpler explanation.

Sophie The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the fairgrounds. The usual joyous atmosphere twists into an eerie tension as Damian's secret unravels before my eyes. I stand frozen for a moment, my fascination momentarily overpowering the fear that should consume me. The tales of werewolves have always been distant echoes, whispered warnings from from my grandmother to keep curious minds like mine at bay. Yet, here I am, on the front lines of a supernatural battle, witnessing the transformation of humans into majestic, fearsome creatures.

" We were gathered in a dimly lit room filled with peculiar artefacts. The faint light barely illuminated the eerie paintings on the walls. The oddity of the room was a testament to Lawrence's friend's expertise in his mysterious field. He sat silently, staring at a strange object before him. "Is there any explanation for what's happening to my son, Brad?" Lawrence asked his friend, his impatience palpable. Brad's gaze shifted towards me, his voice a mere murmur. "What happened on the night of the full moon?" I shuddered as I recalled the night. "During the surgery, his blood pressure spiked the doctor had confirmed this, but he and Mira didn't turn." Mira didn't even show any signs of turni

Every night I hear whispers… screeching… something isn’t right. “What?” Rowan’s eyes widened. “Yes,” Braun said. “Rowan, let’s go check. Tonight is a full moon. She always goes there when the moon is truly full.” Rowan swallowed hard. “Braun… I’m scared. I don’t want Mother to lose herself.” “Oh stop it,” Braun muttered. “Don’t act like a pussy. Cold feet idiot.” Still, he clapped Rowan’s shoulder, reassuring without admitting it. They slipped through the side doors.

"Borrow the body of a lady, I don't know if I should address you as he or she!" He smirked. "I swung both ways" "Gross!" Shailyn stood up, walking over as she dumped the book on the table, sitting on the floor beside Skylar's legs as she stared intensively at the dead man. "I also want to understand" "Understand what?" "The blue moon," Skylar asserted with frustration, this damn witch had been beating around the bushes since they got here three days ago, avoiding their questions by disappearing and appearing whenever she felt like it, leaving them in her "home"

***Third Persons POV*** Nora raised her head from the sink and walked to the towel hanger at the side of the sink. She picked a blue cotton towel and dried her face with the towel by dabbing. Her eyes locked on the red moon outside the small glass window in the bunker. Her eyes glinted in anger as she mumbled "The Red Moon!!" Nora's mind quickly went back to the brutal story relating to the red full moon. Three centuries ago, a primordial Alpha werewolf, Ryker Starrk, went berserk and sexually assaulted and killed a young female vampire not knowing her lineage. Ryker Starrk was an aggressive and cruel werewolf the supernatural world has never known.

The beautiful and quiet moon suddenly passes rays that land on him. Alexander turned aghast at the mystical happening. He wasn't yet out of the shock and the moon disappears gradually to form a celestial sketch in the sky. His lips part going appalled living the heavenly experience. The hairs on his body stood up and then he could hear the words of the occult power astounded to believe his own ears.