Descendants Pumpkins Novels & Stories

She had no desire to explain to an angry parent that their child was lost forever to the strange house, or that they’d become an evening meal to one of the creatures that wandered her halls. Without realizing it, Mrs. Belfry had come to a stop in front of the pumpkin room. One of her favorites. She stepped inside, taking in the soft glow of candles burning from within the many carved pumpkins. The room (which could hardly be considered a room at all) consisted of a wrap-around porch that one might find off the back of a farmhouse in the American Midwest. Several jack o’lanterns projected their faces across the wood floor and ground in the early evening light. The steps off the porch opened u

KALEO Hanging the pumpkin shaped bucket on the handle, i breathed in the humid morning air. "Happy halloween, Kaleo" The youngest of our nearby neighbors, Jake yelled from the porch of his fancied bungalow. "Happy halloween, the Carsons" I yelled back with a flash of a smile. "There" I whispered as I finished the touches of the home made pumpkins. "Happy halloween, love" His shill whisper pierced my ear as his arms wrapped around mine, staining my bright red dress. "Eww, your dirty" I said, taking his hands of my clothes.

Ris added, “And, which beginner volts can achieve that much power in their first try? It is really scary.” “I don't understand,” Venus said. “You are Bizura, Venus!” Lou shouted exasperatedly. “And every volt in this country is traumatized by Bizura! Still don't get it? You're a Bizura of—” “Lou!” “—Druiksa descendants!” “Do NOT mention that name!” Lou and the others gasped in surprise, while Venus's breathing flew up with emotion. A speck of dew interfered with Venus's left eye, and with all her might she held the trembling fear in her lips.

Like the thought of university, the idea of making fruit punch or carving pumpkins had felt hollow without my friends and family surrounding me. I felt my expression drop, and then Skye was beside me. He gave my hand one last squeeze before letting go, and then, in its place, he was hoisting a gigantic pumpkin into his arms. “Well,” Skye grinned, hefting the pumpkin in his hands, “we’d better rectify that, right now.”

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.

“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.

"Maren, I know I failed Robb. But he's already gone. There's a living person down there right now." He stopped and looked up at me. "Maren, I'm begging you." "Ten years ago, my son was 3,600 feet below the surface, slowly using up his last breath of oxygen. Do you know what his final moments were like?" Griffin's entire body was shaking. "He said, 'Mom, it's so dark. I'm scared.' "He said, 'Dad sent someone to save me, right?' "He said, 'Mom, I can't hold on anymore. I'm so tired. I want to go to sleep.'

He cuts off Chikanda after being cut off previously. “As you wish father, I am sure you have a good reason for doing this! If I may ask, what is the name of the demon?” “Surgat!” he looks at Chikanda for a while without talking, “And descendant of yours and a descendant of Gwanhoya will be the ones to fight the battle against evil whenever it rises again. That is what I meant by ‘light and darkness’.” After saying this, the boy disappears. “Surgat, huh!”

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.