Cast Over The Hedge Novels & Stories

My heart raced as I saw him point to the war tent, his face impossible to interpret. *Whom is he speaking with?* I moved nearer, taking care to remain unseen. The shape in the shadows moved a bit, letting the torchlight touch their figure. Hidden. Cloaked. Strange. I concentrated hard to listen. “…That night during the eclipse,” Castor was saying. “It will be accomplished.” A break. The hooded figure then whispered a reply, their voice too faint to be heard. Castor agreed. "She won't have any suspicion."

“Boss, did we get doped?” “Clever…. Very clever…or so they thought.” Chris chuckled; He stretched before turning to his men “Our target isn’t the vegetation fields, it’s the old castle. There are no mages or spells guarding the area.” He rotated his head as he smirked “It’s good old-fashioned trashing….” “Let’s set off.” Chris looked at his watch and ordered “Stay on trees. Only leave the cover of the trees once you get my signal.”

it had been an inside job. It hadn’t been hard to track down the house where he had grown up. The house that had been home to Chuck and Maria McGregor. He rolled to a stop in the driveway. The garden Maria had so cherished was now a small, wild, snow covered thicket. Dirt littered the small compound. Epiphytes wrung themselves round anything they could. The low-cut wooden fence, the lamp-post out front, even the mail box.

“You actually made a bet on me? Didn't you see my name tag on the table?" "Yes, like we saw it at the fifth, tenth and twentieth reunion," Hank said. "I thought it was a sure thing you'd be a no-show again this year, but it appears not." He opened his wallet and reluctantly handed Jennifer the money. "So, how's the big Hollywood star?" he teased.

She hoped to be the bloody hero of the day. “Please I have a school to take care of. A family.” Hagen yelped, blood dropping from his lips, as he hit his back on the oak tree, he had been stabbed severally by Hayley who wore a hooded jacket. She smirked when the oak tree absorbed him.

"We’re moving to the docks. It’s time to see if Oscar values you boys or is just in it for his selfish goals. And if not... well, a bride-to-be makes for excellent bait." As the black hood descended over my head, the last thing I saw was the flickering bulb finally burning out, plunging us all into a darkness that felt permanent.

I guess he can’t take as good as he gives. “I am no such things!” Everyone chuckles while Conrad sulks the spell has finished and the coven members have dispersed we all look between each other unsure of how this is going to play out unsure on what to say or who to take the initiative to knock on the door chase silently rises to the occasion and takes the lead walking to the cottage in silence as we all follow behind him. I was beginning to doubt if Conrad could cross over the threshold I guess we all had the same thought as we cross over the spell threshold holding our breaths waiting for Conrad to crossover it was sort lived we he walks through with ease.

Damon knelt beside it, his expression darkening as he lifted a bloodied piece of fabric from inside. “What is that?” Hazel asked, her voice trembling. “It’s mine,” Damon said, his voice low and furious. Hazel’s stomach churned as realization dawned. “Someone in the castle is working with the Order.” Damon rose to his feet, his presence radiating anger. “And they won’t get away with it.” --- As night fell, Hazel stood on the castle’s battlements, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The pendant hummed softly against her chest, its glow a reminder of the prophecy that bound her fate.

Shadow Heir, weaving in Rafa, Aera, and Ying’s flashbacks with a sudden Creed assault that tests their fragile alliance and pushes Eolan’s shadow power to a new level. Narrator's Point Of View The cold morning air vibrates with tension as scouts rush into the camp. “Creed forces approaching from the east!” The call ignites a flurry of activity. Horses snort and soldiers scramble, donning armor and gripping weapons with white-knuckled determination.

There was no surer way to defeat than not trying at all. *** Back in Hedgewood, Vescovi and the others were still waiting. In the darkness of the pre-dawn hours, they remained hidden as their enemies surrounded them. They switched off their earbuds, going dark as they waited. Above them, the sky lit up as dancing swirls of color came moving towards them, spreading across the sky like a luminous stain.