Bobble Pixie Hollow Novels & Stories

I think it was cute they were called Nightlights, but I can’t help but wonder, “So they aren’t fairies?” “Oh, they’re fairies, but the subgroup is Nightlights. Small ones that glow in the dark.” Interesting. Without meaning to make it so obvious I grab the pen, or inkhold, and journal out from my satchel and write that fact down. Corvu appears to be okay with me taking down information and talks at a slightly slower pace. “Pixies are their closest relative, but most pixies are human-sized, maybe a bit smaller.” It occurs to me I should just be grateful that everyone I had met so far spoke English. I couldn’t imagine learning a new language at the same time as all of this. “What group are Tri

Louise muttered as she squeaked. Slowly, there was a hum, faint but very disturbing, causing the conversation to stop to hear the voice more clearly. As the hum grew louder, a colony of glowing insects darted before their eyes, circling overhead. It was the Pixies, the fierce hum muffled at the sight of familiar faces.

Perfect. It was working. “EMARA DELL,” I chanted with my teeth bared. “HEALER. PRETENDER. FALSE LUNA. I CLAIM YOUR POWER. I CLAIM...” A tiny voice cut me off. “Hi!” I froze. Standing on the pedestal with her wings glowing, was the smallest, most annoyingly chipper creature I had ever seen. A fucking pixie. Pink wings. Glittering freckles. A floating ball of unhinged cheer.

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

It was night at Liberty Pack and all members were fast asleep. The witches of the dark on the other hand, seemed to be the only beings that weren’t drowsing. They were putting plans in place to initiate park members into their coterie and make them witches just as well. The atmosphere of the ring changed automatically... and the once purpled environ, turned into pitch black. Bubbles began to appear right in front of them... as they eventually faded away slowly with time... revealing a strange looking hooded personality... with a pale looking skin like that of a zombie-white, colourless pall to it .

"My word, who would even dare to commit something so vile?" I stared down in shock, having no words to describe the scene in front of me. Daffodil had asked a question, but I could not respond to her. She placed her hand over her heart, looking down in equal shock. On a patch of grass, a creature I recognized to be a pixie laid dead, his body in an abnormal position that could only suggest that his bones were all broken. His lifeless eyes had turned grey, a sign that he was suffocated.

She winked and started riding ahead of them. "Come on, let us go. Bitch is crazy!" Piper sat properly in the car as Billy ignited the engine. When they got to the mall, they saw Willow's bicycle parked right outside. Then they alighted from the car and started walking toward the mall. At the outside of the mall was a huge scarecrow that had the head of a pumpkin. Billy hit the head of the pumpkin and it made Piper and Hazel laugh. "Come on, let us get the damn costume!" They entered the mall.

Hollows Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch

Bonnie said excitedly as Alex huffed. "Bonnie, this ain't babies stuff. We ain't Barbie trying to safe the prince or the castle, we are humans, trying to safe Mystic Hollow from a serial killer and we are so not doing the Barbie stuff. You get me?" Alex said squatting beside her so his height won't be intimidating to her thereby saving her the stress of stretching her neck to look up at him. "Ok fine" she said breathing down. "Guys, check this one out" Peter said interrupting Alex and Bonnie who stopped their conversation and glanced up at the screen.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.