Descendants Pumpkin Novels & Stories

“You know my cousin Bevan?” “The tight-rope walker? Yeah.” “He lost his front teeth as a pup to bottle rot, so we always called him Pumpkin because he looked like a Jack-o-lantern. That was his name. Pumpkin.” “What’s bottle rot?” “When you leave a baby with his bottle all the time, and his front teeth rot, but that’s not the point.” I ignore Cadoc’s horrified look. You can’t blame Aunt Dru for it. She had five other pups she was looking out for, and Auntie Madwen besides. Everyone got fed. That’s all you can ask.

voice serious. "I've received word from the moon goddess herself. She has chosen one of us to be her descendant." The pack falls silent, their eyes widening in shock and awe. Andrea can feel her heart pounding in her chest. She knows how important this is, how much it means to all of them. "Who?" someone asks eagerly. Tyler smiles. "Andrea. The moon goddess has chosen Andrea to be her descendant." Andrea can feel her eyes filling with tears as the pack erupts into cheers and howls. She can hardly believe it herself, that she has been chosen by the moon goddess herself.

Still, he was already dreaming of retirement, of leaving the place to the next generation. The Pick-Your-Own pumpkin patch came into view, and he frowned—every other crop row had at least two or three rotten pumpkins on the umbilical-like vines, shriveling on the ground. They appeared frostbitten, although overnight temperatures hadn’t dipped anywhere near the freezing mark yet. This hadn’t been here before, he realized.

“Darn it. I knew I had forgotten something. Look in the cabinet to see if we have some already ground.” “Got it.”, Celine said and started opening a can of pumpkin puree. “Wait, you're putting pumpkin in it? Like real pumpkin?”, Kim asked frowning with distaste. “You have been drinking this for ten years and you are only now just figuring that out?”, Collette asked. “That’s what I get for looking behind the curtain.”, Kim said. “Oh, shush.”, Celine said. “Just drink it and enjoy the pumpkin pie yumminess.”

Scarlet “What about this one?” Jackson races forward to the biggest pumpkin he can find. “I think that might be a little too heavy,” I laugh. It’s late Monday morning, and Jackson and I are at the pumpkin patch with Quinn, Archer, and Emma. “How about this one?” I point to a round, white pumpkin. “It lost all its color!” Jackson’s eye widen in shock, making both Quinn and I laugh. “It’s supposed to be like that,” Quinn explains, adjusting Emma in the baby carrier she’s wearing. “Ohh, a cat!”

“Well, as the decades passed and we entered the 20th century, characters like Dracula emerged but they were nothing like the real vampires. Characteristics like changing into bats, sleeping in coffins, and being repelled by garlic were nothing more than someone’s creative imagination Gabriel, you know that. We knew then that if people had discovered the real vampires the stories would have been very different. I can only assume that after the plague they all died out and none were never discovered.” “So, you and your sisters are the only five living descendants left in the world?” “No, there are others,” she told him. “I can feel them out there somewhere. Their vibration is faint, but I know

said Robin. "Exactly! every descendant of the King of Lithonia as a result of a legal marriage with a blessed Queen must have the same eye color. Not without reason, it is a characteristic that has been passed down from generation to generation and shows their identity as the descendants of a powerful god," "So that's it, but why didn't you tell us right away?" "Hahaha ... so, that you guys fight! hahaha ..." "Tch! you old man, don't remember your age?" "If he's a king's son, that means ..."

Pumpkin anything is my favorite, but she doesn’t usually start making anything until August in preparation for fall so I’m shocked to see them this early. “You just graduated college and they’re your favorite and Lucas’ favorite.” She points behind her. “There’s still a batch here.” I side eye her. “Alright then. Don’t let Dad eat them all!” I tell her as I re-lay the cellophane. I’m out the door after a few moments and pushing through the gate on the side of his house that Theo installed when Lucas and I were back and forth constantly between houses. It leads to the backyard, and when I get there Lucas and Theo are sitting at the table, each with a margarita.

What’s that? Oh, Betty. Well, let’s come to the far end of the garden, Doc. Here we go, follow this path along the side. Look at them pumpkins, now. That one there has to be near forty feet round, all shiny orange and near perfect. Definitely take first place in the Halloween Festival in a few weeks. I reckon I can charge a pretty penny selling the rest for jack’o lanterns, too. I don’t know for sure, but I wager making jack’o lanterns out of pumpkins grown with the essence of Ah-Tzenul might make for a special Halloween indeed.

“Both families faced many perils after discovering the Transcending Ice Crystal. Many kingdoms were jealous of such weapons and had sought to rob them of their possessions. Such a weapon is considered a god send as nothing could stop it. Everyone lusted for that power. There was little they could do to stop them. All the kingdoms slowly hunted both families were and killed. Some were tourched to give up the location of the mine. All of that and resisted had died.” She slowly continued with a slight pause. She knew for what she was going to say cause stirred emotions. “Many years later both families betrothed their eldest children and send them off in to a remote part of the world to continue