Dexter Doll Spooky Month Novels & Stories

She placed them down forcefully enough to hear the glass clunk against the wood. “Better?” she mocked. “Much better,” Wes laughed. “Now, I’m feeling the vibe. It’s only better in October when we have Halloween snacks.” “October is coming. Which reminds me, we need to talk about the Telluride Horror Show.” “That’s right.” Wes leaned back and rubbed his hand over the stubble advancing across his chin. “It’s almost time. How was Nightmare?”

Dexter died to protect her. She still remembers that fateful night as if it were yesterday, and some nights it replays in her dreams over and over, like a horror movie. The pairing celebration at the Alba Noctis Castle had been in full swing. Wolves from many packs were enjoying the event. Selene’s mother had been happy and radiant, having successfully paired a significant number of single wolves. The party was a success. Finding your destined mate under the Moon was the greatest blessing one could receive, and her mother organized those nights with great enthusiasm to help those who had yet to find their match. Dexter had been studying abroad for the past five years, pursuing his medical de

'Then this is my own kid' Mr Juan replied. Your dad had to stay with Mr Juan in case the police calls about the kids. So the end. What do you mean the end? One of Kate friends asked and he replied, that all. When it was around 8p.m I went out to face my fear for I knew the night was another full moon and those Black Cults would come again. I waited for several minutes till it was exactly 9p.m. Others were inside, the Voodoo man has gone so only I was outside. I brought out the Black cults book to read again and suddenly, I saw yellowish light coming from the middle of the book.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Iris. Wednesday, July 30th. Two days later… Noon. All day, I haven’t had a moment’s peace from talk of the blood moon festival. Everywhere, adult werewolves and younglings chatter with excitement. Their joy claws at me, pulling me back to when I still lived in Silvaton Ridge as Iris Herewit.

Inside was an intricate rose gold necklace. “It’s very beautiful. Thank you,” I said, admiring it. The light hit it in a unique way. It was like the light reflected off each pore of it. It felt like there was an undercurrent passing through it, but I was probably just imagining it. “How did you get your hands on a Delzet?” Bellamy asked his father curiously. “What’s a Delzet?” I asked, looking at the necklace carefully. There was no denying its beauty, but Bellamy’s curiosity gave me pause. I looked up at Bellamy whose eyes were fixed on the necklace.

she mumbled and left the hotel. **** [HELL DEVIL'S HIDEOUT, BALCONY] Jaxon got to the balcony to see Drexton with a dummy. A human dummy, not just any human but Maria Bretford. Just like how Hazel had stabbed her, the dummy was stabbed in the exact spot. Fake blood smeared on it. It looked like something you'd see at a Halloween festival, but this time, more real. "What are you doing with that?" He asked, giving Drexton a strange look.

Laura - Home Fearing I could drop the puppy from my shaky hands, I slowly set him down on the floor. He immediately starts whimpering and wagging his tail, but I'm too scared to pick him up. I back away slowly, watching him from the corner of my eye as he scrambles to his feet. My legs feel like jelly, and I sit on the couch's edge. Several decades have passed since I've last seen Iustin, my maker. The night I met him was the night I died—the night I became a strigoi. I look at my shaking hands, remembering those times.

Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store. While Chuck was insistent on a costume that was so bloody and disgusting it would inspire sickened looks from others at the party, Billy had his mind on something else. Some classic movie monster or pop culture figure that was instantly recognizable. What he eventually settled on was Beetlejuice. With a bald cap that came complete with tufts of green hair, Billy also picked up a makeup kit that would be perfect for adding the pale skin and darkened eyes of the ghostly bio-exorcist. Once Billy had everything he needed, he wandered over to where Chuck was pondering dismembered body parts and