Digimon Puppet Novels & Stories

It was a voice that sounded young, glitchy, and strangely familiar. The chair spun around. The figure wasn't human. It was a Physical Construct a mannequin-like body made of articulated copper wire and fiber-optic cables, with a face made of a flickering, low-resolution LED screen. On the screen was a simplified, digital representation of a child’s face. "Who are you?" I demanded, the sapphire light of the Norton’s key now a simple flashlight reflecting off the copper frame.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

He couldn't wait to pat his storage pouch and take out a puppet as long as an adult's forearm. This puppet was like an ape, but its workmanship was rough. One could only see that it had four limbs but no tail. However, it was not that the male cultivator did it on purpose. His puppet's whole body was covered with lumps, as if there was a fester on a person's body. It made people feel creepy when they looked at it. Caspian looked around and his attention was attracted by the wisps of silver cold light in the puppet's mouth and fingertips.

The ground didn't just shake; it howled. From the center of the fountain, a new figure began to rise. It wasn't human. It was a construct made of liquid silver and recycled Panni DNA—a Digital Saint. "Meet your replacement, Panni," Lucien said, his voice cold and triumphant as he boarded a hovering escape craft. "Medea 2.0.' She has all your power, but none of your 'Sweet Love.' She is the perfect employee." The Digital Saint turned its head. It had Panni’s face, but its eyes were empty, flickering white voids.

"Sister Bai told me to give this to you." Stunned, Xiao Chen took the item. It was a crescent-shaped wooden pendant with a thin red rope. When he felt the wooden pendant with his fingers, he could feel a gush of powerful spiritual energy fluctuation. "What is this?" Yi Tong smiled. "This is a puppet that Sister Bai made for you through sacrificial refinement. Just cast a spell and your puppet will be able to fight your enemies for you. This is a Dryad Puppet, refined from the wood of the five elements. It'll develop intelligence as time passes, so it's not a Corpse Puppet."

Whirr. The puppet instantly glowed, and its eyes once again flashed with red light. However, this time, its gaze toward Andrius turned obedient and respectful. He had succeeded in subduing the Silverium Puppet!

“Got it!” Nodding, the former said, “Now, watch carefully as I demonstrate.” He reached for a laser, positioned and balanced his hands, aiming at the human-sized puppet opposite them. The way he applied finesse in holding on to the gun, one could tell that he possessed expertise in the field. It was gripped with confidence and conviction, as though the result was sure. ‘Gbooah!’ In that quick instance, the head of the puppet had been blown up to smithereens.

Hilbert paused for a while, before asking, “Lady Marina, what kind of puppet do you mean? Isn’t a doll puppet? Or you have something in mind?” He inquired, looking a bit confused but he does seems have the means. I smiled and said unhurriedly, “A puppet made by a witch, I prefer a the size of a kid. A puppet that is suitable for an elemental spirit.” There, I put all my intention and request. I’m not afraid of him reporting me to the church or anything. Nobles are known for having a quite bizarre hobbies and secrets. I look at him calmly.

A puppet. Eyes glowing faintly violet and dark. Skin too smooth. Movements too precise. Nytherin. I don't know how one of those bastards even slipped out of the underworld. It turns toward me, a smirk on his lips at first, but when its eyes land on me, they widen in fear. Good. I lunge.

Oh well, Dion didn't mention that, and I don't need to know their family history. We placed the plate full of sandwiches and the orange juice on the wooden center table. We found Daniel sitting with Dion and Zhairo while holding a toy, a green creature that looks like a mosquito or what. I took a better look at it and realized it is one of Zhairo's toys. A creature from Bakugan. I looked at Dion and Zhairo too and found them holding creatures too. And as always, Zhairo is holding his favorite asset, a red dragon, he calls it 'Dragonoid'.