The Cruelest Month Novels & Stories

“The moon, dummy. Look at the moon.” Her eyes went blank. Empty. Seraphine was gone. For good. But her words stuck in my head like a bad song. I looked up through the broken roof. The sky looked wrong. Clouds torn apart from the fight. And the moon… it was full. Deep red. Angry red. Like someone had cut it open. Thin cracks spread across it. Getting wider. Fast. “No,” I whispered. “You’ve got to be kidding.” The moon didn’t crack.

SAN QUENTIN STATE PRISON In one of the most deadliest prison in the United States of America, There is situated San Quentin state prison. It is known to be the most dangerous and violent prison where no matter how many guards were available, violence was the order of the day. And it is in here, that a man was imprisoned for 14 good years and all through has been living and communicating with the deadliest of inmates. Therefore, making him even more dangerous and hard to please. In a few weeks time he would have served his jail time.

Lucian If the devil was incarnated, it would be me. There was no one more deadlier than me... Well, my father was deadlier than me before he died. I'm way different from my father now that I've grew in so many ways. My name is Lucian Van Othello, the ruthless and cruel Alpha of the Black Blood Pack. I'm hot, handsome, sexy and has what all girls love the most, a huge dick for them to ride.

“Eighteen—no. Seventeen-something?” Henderson closed his eyes. “I swear to God, Noah, if you say 1776, I will retire today.” I smirked. “So it’s not 1776?” Someone outright snorted. Elena. Elena laughed. I snapped my gaze to her. She caught herself, pressing her lips together. But her shoulders were still shaking. Something about that made my chest tighten. Henderson sighed in defeat. “Jesus Christ. You’re going to get yourself guillotined, Carter. It was 1789.”

The Kremlin had become a fortress not of stone, but of biological paranoia. In the aftermath of the Adriatic massacre, the atmosphere in Moscow had shifted from the cold triumph of the hunt to a stifling, clinical dread. Nevan had returned from Montenegro with the eyes of a man who had seen too much blood, but the world didn't give him the luxury of a slow recovery. The Shadow Cabinet had played their final, most desperate card, and it wasn't a kinetic strike or a digital virus.

Days rolled into weeks, and weeks into months. Silas continues to struggle with his inner demons and every full moon was torture to him as the curse becomes more and more unbearable for him. He had his buddy, Finn by his side at all times. Full moon to him meant, excruciating pain as he would be always poisoned and wounded till he’s an inch closer to death so that before the inner beast would morph and attained power at climax, the night would have been over.

Every time I look up at that eerie sky, another burst of panic shoots through me. I may not have been Lycan-born, but everyone knows the story of what happened the last time such a Blood Moon was seen. One hundred years ago at least, almost to the dot, it’s said that a Blood Moon unlike anything ever seen before had painted the sky red. None of the werewolves knew what to make of it. But as the Blood Moon rose to its zenith, just as it reached its pinnacle point in the sky, a vicious and bloody war broke out between the werewolves and the witches. Despite lasting only twenty-eight days–the precise duration of a full moon cycle, to be exact–it’s long been considered to be one of the most grue

It was when the trees, flowers and every plants started sprouting and flourish. I'm only familiar with four: winter, summer, spring and fall. But here, they had 6! Yes, six seasons which changes every two months! Unbelievable! They label it like these: third and fourth month was The Dark Moon's Charade. It sounded weird to me. It instantly initiated a question in my mind. Charade? Yamiko told me that it was this moment where the moon never appears and the entire sky was pitch-black. It was deemed to be the most the dangerous days in this world because creature of the dark seemed to be stronger than the way they were. I prefer to call it hunting season for those who were lurking behind the s

Aatto,who was standing by his side ,put his hand on his mouth and chuckled. " So..like i have just mentionned..The Sanguine Moon will be in about two months; that is,in October.The full moon is like an energy boost for most werewolves like us as we get frantic and hyper active..But the Sanguine moon is special..some of us will become very submissive..i mean for mating..(he looked at Dylan,then at someone else,whose name was Celia)..It will be the love season for some of you..you will unfortunately have to fight to death for the one you love,and the strongest one will win..i don't have to remind you all about the rules,right? (Dylan crossed his arms, smirked and rolled his eyes,as if he didn'

He knew that the others were always being unfair to her, of course he never allowed anything extreme to happen to her, at least during classes. Atarah stood up slowly, there was nothing beautiful about that question anyway. Anyone of these numb skulls could easily read a book or something to get the answer. "The twelve months of a year ranging from January to December all have different affinities when the moon shines out, for example those born on the month of May are regarded as fire wolves or maybe august as lightning wolves......." That was enough, Atarah could proudly sit down and take a rest, avoid being in the spotlight but a foolish grin formed on her face and she continued.