Descendants Pumpkin Novels & Stories

I found the first pumpkin just as the last colors of evening were sinking into the garden. It lay beneath the garden bench—a little orange globe small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. The remnant of its vine curled like a cat’s tail. When I picked it up, I noticed words carved into its skin. A poem, etched with a slender blade. > Though the light is small, > it can still show the way. The carved letters were somewhat angular, but perfectly legible. The grooves were fresh, and when I ran a finger over them, I thought I could still feel the raw dampness of the pumpkin beneath its skin.

Then a familiar voice cut through the chaos. “Xavier Thorn, you foolish boy!” Nana Cromwell pushed through the crowd, her small frame radiating unexpected authority. Her silver hair gleamed under the moonlight as she stepped between us. “Do not do this. The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes, she is your mate!” Nana yelled. “Rejectimg your fated mate carries a heavy price. Mark my words, child. You will regret this night for the rest of your days.” Nana continued.

“Paid? What do you mean, paid?” Jude, who was already halfway into his room, poked his head out. “Paid for what?” Ethan, ever the clown, threw his arms wide dramatically. “For her! For our dear, precious Orlanda! We are millionaires! Millionaires, Mama!” Enoch jumped beside him, grabbed the phone and hugged it like a baby goat. “Do you know what this means? We can buy that new game console —” “—And new shoes! —” “—And a new bike! —”

"That's true. Pumpkin pies these days come in all sorts of fancy flavors, but nothing beats the simple ones of the past." "Totally! I love old-fashioned pumpkin pies." "Hey, Vance!" Someone spotted him. "Come on in! You are late, buddy." The person beside Rebecca quickly vacated the seat. She was already tipsy, Vance's figure doubling in her hazy sight. As he approached, she instinctively tugged at her classmate's sleeve, but her grip missed. Vance settled firmly beside her. Right then, a guy named Obadiah Mendez lined up three glasses in front of him. "You are late, Vance. The penalty is three shots to start!"

Eli nodded enthusiastically. "Can I pick you out one?" Eli asked. He began to jump up and down. Arden chuckled and nodded. "Of course. Just make sure it is the biggest one you can find." Eli laughed and pulled Faith along with him. "Come on Grandma. We have to go find a big pumpkin for Arden." Eli pulled Faith back to the pumpkins with Aurora and Arden following close behind. It did not take long for Eli to spot a large one from across the parking lot. "I found one!" Eli yelled as he dropped Faith's hand and ran to the bright orange pumpkin that sat on top of the rest.

he concise. “Just what the hell are you?” her distorted voice is filled with anger as she shouts. “Not what, who! For I am Chief Taruziva Chikanda and this is the last name you shall learn and be grateful, for you are the only one who has survived this long after hearing my name!” “So, you are a descendant of the man responsible for my death back then? I shall repay you with the same kindness that your ancestor showed me!” “Try you worst, demon!”

I was arranging the glasses until I heard mom and aunt called me for help ,I run towards them as they were in the kitchen garden picking up pumpkins as I reach there they ordered me to pick up the biggest pumpkin which is yet to be pluck out. "what you want me to pluck this out ??"and they both nodded their head."but I ...."I was interrupted when aunt spoke,"you are young and more stronger then us so pluck it out and take it to the kitchen" I gave a smile and shook my head to what she said. Then I bend down and pluck it out and as I lift it up it was heavy indeed ,I faked a smile at them and they also return a smile,I began to walk slowly holding the pumpkin close to my belly and as I was wa

I won't use nicknames which could make others think of her differently. “When she was around... what were you, four? Five maybe?” I ask Ren, and she nods. “Five I think.” She says, smiling at the memory also. I smile back at her and then look at my best friend and Alpha. “I found this little monkey in the pack gardens. She was out in the planting fields, covered in mud, frustrated to high heaven. The ground had been specially turned over, at the young Alpha's request in a specific area, just for her. She was having no end of trouble, so when I went over, she explained that she had read about humans carving pumpkins for Halloween. She wanted to grow pumpkins for the pack, but as a small pup,

Werewolves from the same pack had something in common – a moon anklet. It was made to distinguish the different packs from the Kingdom of Zaldigore, where werewolves live among themselves. The alpha rubbed his eyes; he did not want to believe what he was seeing – a blue moon anklet with a Roman capital B marked on it. However, he could not lie to himself. His mind was filled with questions as he finally recognized who the familiar wolf was. It was the beta of his pack.

The enchantress announced before giving Alpha Romero a meaningful glance. The leader of the pack nodded while his wife, Calliope gently and assuringly squeezed on his arms before letting him walk away to present himself in the middle of the crowd. “With that being said, I, Alpha Romero Muller, leader of the Crescent Walkers announces my plans of carrying out my legacy towards my first born son, Morgan Muller.” Morgan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he heard the news straight from his father’s lips. He momentarily felt happiness surge into his heart before a thought hit him.