Cracked Porcelain Doll Novels & Stories

"Besides, I found his cigarette that he dropped earlier. You only need something that belongs to them, so this will work." I frowned as she took out the unused cigarette and pushed it into the body. Were we raising normal kids? I don’t know… I looked between Skyla and Azura, both of whom looked very excited about this voodoo doll. Raven laughed as she took the doll from Azura and began stitching the neck up. "I’ll add the eyes." Azura said, rummaging in the button box and picking out two light blue buttons. "Ah… He has this colour eyes. The evil man will be punished."

She crashes through its door and falls to the hard ground in an embarrassing heap. " Aw! " Meilin groans in pain, silently moving her hands and foot to make sure that nothing was broken. She moves to get off the ground when she sees a pair of sandals before her. Slowly, with dread, she raises her eyes to encounter Master Chang's furious eyes. She gulps, her heart sinking to her stomach. Suddenly she feels the urge to wee. Master Chang looks like a cloudy sky about to pour as he stares down at his clumsy doll. All around him, dignitaries are arriving in their fancy and expensive carriages, with loads of servants trailing behind him, and his one doll is making him look like a fool before them.

Later on, I bonded with Jaela who was cleaning up the living room while Jalen was out with his dad. She decluttered and was cleaning the window sills. I gently picked up a delicate figurine from the mantelpiece, admiring the intricate details etched into the surface. The figurine was a ballerina in a flowing tutu, her arms gracefully extended as if in the middle of a pirouette, and her face was painted with delicate strokes, her expression serene and peaceful. I admired the vibrant colors as I carefully dusted the figurine. Jaela smiled and was showing me something when my hand slipped and the figurine fell to the ground, shattering into a dozen pieces. I gasped in shock, my heart sinking as

I asked. “There’s no need for that. We already dug it out,” Delilah said, and opened the big bag she was carrying after which she gave a wrapped parcel to me. I collected it carefully, then unwrapped it slowly as everyone looked on eagerly. Once the parcel was revealed, I nearly dropped it as a reflex action. It was a wooden doll; the ugliest kind of doll. It seemed like it had been burnt in fire and like they had described, it was tied with strings and ropes, and looked really frightening.

As the cracked, the originally damaged body suddenly began to split in all directions. "Death Puppet..." Looking at the cracking strange wood carving in his hand, the corner of Zephyr Khan's mouth showed a bitter smile.

"But for the moment, it is your turn to come for me. That is if our little beast hasn't been taking advantage of having you all to himself and wore your sweet little pocket out?" "Hades, I..." Doll's face showed shame without a playful blush. "The Hare, he may have stolen that from you. There was a lot of pain and blood. I might be torn up inside. I tried to tell you I was damaged. And I have no kind blooms here to aid in my healing." "But you have Spitfire." Hades stroked Doll's face and ran his hand down to trace over his body.

"But big brother does not want to stay." "So Vicky will keep big brother here... forever..." Vicky slowly turned towards Phil, her face white as porcelain her glass eyes moved erratically as cracks slowly formed on her face, her movements become twitchy, her joints are now visible. The once sweet and cute girl now revealed her true form, a porcelain doll. The doll kept on twitching as cracks ran down its body, its erratic eye suddenly stopped and focused on Phil. "Stay here forever big brother." The doll smiled and moments later it lunged towards Phil.

The golden arrows on the dark brown old clock in the cream colored office seemed to mock her. She had been staring at them for over ten minutes and it felt like they had not changed a bit. She started to look around the office for something else to distract her. The only none expensive thing in this office was the dark mahogany desk she had had shipped in six months ago after the old one had completely broken under weight of heavy files. She turned to the right and saw the blue crystal ball she had gotten him a long time ago. It made the room a little more lively.

In his massive, clawed hand, he held something dripping thick with black sludge. Marcus came in close behind, clutching a silver broadsword like it was the only sensible thing left in the world. “What is that?” I asked, my voice tight, staring at the grotesque thing as it dripped onto the Persian rug. It was an effigy. A twisted, horrifying doll made from dried swamp vines, tied together with human hair, and crowned with the bleached skull of a wolf pup. Its eye sockets glowed with sickening, unnatural purple light.

Lines intersecting like crossed threads. Marks I’d seen burned into shrine stones and etched into the little bone charm Kade had left me. My stomach turned. At the base of the trunk, nestled among roots, sat a small arrangement of objects. Dolls. Four of them. Each is no bigger than my palm. Made of twigs bound with hair and thin strips of leather. Faces drawn in rust‑colored pigment. Each had something pinned or tied to its chest. A scrap of cloth. A tiny wolf fang.