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she bowed her head and offered Electra a carved turnip. “Thank you,” Electra said, accepting the gift. The woman bowed slightly and then scurried away. “Turnip carving predates the pumpkin. The pumpkin is more of an American thing.” “I did not know that. I just thought we did turnips because we were werewolves,” he admitted as a woman gave them each a soul cake. “Just another part of our pagan heritage.” “Wiccan,” Electra said softly. “Halloween is based on the Wiccan holiday Samhain. Our lineage predates that branch of religion.”

The world halts. I lift my head. And there they are. Five women hover above their tombs, young and impossibly beautiful, cloaked in blood red gowns. Their eyes gleam like molten coals. Their forms ripple with both light and shadow, ethereal and terrifying. “Mortal, are you the Ramleigh who has awoken us?” They speak in unison, voices layered and booming like a chorus of doom. My tongue freezes. Fear roots me still. “Speak, mortal!” They thunder again.

Today's research had been beyond draining, adding to the fact that Maura is extremely bubbly, she basically wore me out with her endless talk. The hallway was quiet, save for the distant murmur of voices. My footsteps were soft, padded against the wooden floor. The last thing I wanted was to run into anyone and exchange unnecessary pleasantries. Then the air changed. A sharp scent—metallic, primal, feral—hit my nose, and my feet slowed. Just ahead, the door to the courtyard was cracked open. Every part of my being screamed to turn back, but for some reason, I felt a strong pull. I inched forward, drawn by something I couldn’t name, and peeked through the gap.

By the time we were back in the car, she was humming again, her tears already forgotten. * * * * * A few days later, the estate was in chaos. But the good kind. It was Halloween. And for the first time in weeks, the house wasn't drowned in trial prep or legal jargon. Rather, it was drowned in ecstatic squeals, decorations, and pumpkin spice pastries. In the end, Brayden had been partially right about Claire wanting to dress up as something sea-themed for Halloween.

“She stole my makeup, that’s what is wrong!” Raymond froze. “Makeup?” Tiana’s eyes turned bright red and she bit her lower lip aggrievedly. “Yes! The Halloween gift you guys got me, the limited-edition foundation brought back from abroad! I couldn't find it this afternoon. “It turns out she stole it to paint her face! Her skin is so dull and dark, so of course she looks ghostly pale wearing foundation meant for my skin tone!” The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she became with tears welling up in her eyes.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

He asks her, turning to his side to gauge her reaction, and she agreed with a nod, unable to speak as she was more than nervous. End of meeting. “No Luna. You have to go now or Elder Dryad will have my head”. The maid answers in her tiny voice that Marissa was slowly getting used to. A groan left her lips again as she attempted to stand up, knowing very well that indeed, Elder Dryad was scary. She yawned and yawned because she hadn’t gotten enough sleep. However, the elder thought it was sufficient. The Oscura was one that showed itself every 3 hours and that meant that she had to be very conscious which is one of the reasons why she was awake right now.

At my apartment, N*****x and a bottle of wine to drown another useless Halloween evening, About Anna, I told her to enjoy the evening with her new hunt without me. Exhausted, I came to my apartment, but something was not right. Lobby lights were off, and not to mention it was dark enough for me to switch on the torchlight of my phone. Holding all the stuff, I walked in the dark. Great, where the heck did everyone go? Obviously, celebrating Halloween, While I tried to open the doorknob, something touched my shoulder. When I turned, it was a horrible face trying to kill me. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"

I sighed, rolling my eyes with my arms crossed over my chest. “Don’t be like that. We are on an adventure. It’s so mysterious, it feels like Halloween already,” Linda clapped her hands. “Yeah, don’t be scared…or if you are--just come to me for a hug,” Thomas teased, and I lifted my hands in the air, shaking my head. After getting a coin and sliding it down the metal box, we heard it joining its twins at the bottom, followed by the familiar spooky voice. “Beware! Those who enter will never be the same again…if they are able to come back”

" Billy muttered as the customers stared at her. She walked over to the counter and washed her hands in the sink after she had placed the tickets on the counter. "That was brave of you, I would not have done that for a million bucks" Hazel spoke as she scoffed. "Easy for you to say" Billy picked one of the tickets and read through it. "Halloween show by 9 PM? Come with your favorite Halloween costume and a partner!" He laughed and turned the back of the ticket. "But, are the skulls on the ticket necessary?"