Ethel Hallow Novels & Stories

The life of every person currently humming in the silver mist. She looked at her mom one time. "I love you Mom." Her mom looked up from her painting. For a second the simulated bliss vanished from her eyes. She looked deep and ancient. "I know, honey. Now go finish your story." Elara turned to the barrier. Elias was on the ground. The infected were closing in. She didn't hesitate. She lunged forward and jammed the gold pen through the golden haze. The barrier didn't break; it dissolved. The garden vanished in a roar of static. The jasmine scent was replaced by the stench of ozone. The warm sun was replaced by the flickering blue of the Aethelred facility.

In its place was the corridor again the same one from before, long and humming, the air thick with memory. “No,” Clara whispered. “No, I left this behind” “You never left,” said Harris’s voice, disembodied now, echoing from nowhere. “Thirteen-A is recursive. Every exit is an entry.” The corridor lights flickered alive, one by one, stretching into the distance like a mechanical spine. The hum became louder. She felt it in her ribs. At the far end stood Ethan. “Mom,” he said, small and trembling. “It’s cold.” Her heart twisted. She took a step toward him.

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

The silence was the first thing that returned to him, heavy and suffocating. Then came the taste of copper in his mouth and a dull, throbbing ache behind his eyes. Ethan opened his eyes slowly, expecting to see the cavernous, burning depths of the Interlaken observatory or the cold visors of the Vanguard executioners. Instead, he was staring at a sterile, white ceiling illuminated by recessed fluorescent strips.

saying so Chloe went upstairs to get money. Ethan looked here and there and saw that the house is quite luxurious and modern. The furniture, interiors were quite classy. He sneaked into the house and then crosses the hallway. He then saw a room with an old door whose door is not painted, unlike other doors. He figured that it is Alice’s room. He went inside her room and saw it’s a small but cozy room with minimal setup. There are no fancy items or toys. He then locked the door from inside. He sat on the floor and removed the carpet. He then put his hand on the tiles and checked if he can push it. He was able to push the tile. The basement's secret passage is open now. Ethan went into the bas

Grey tendrils of thick smoke burst from my fingertips to plough beneath the tightly packed dirt and summon the body to the surface. Dead-Matthew grunted and shuffled towards the grave, the spade hanging limply in his misshapen arm. It was finally All Hallows Eve. After waiting nearly six years, a coinciding full moon was drawing high in the night sky. Perfect for raising one long-dead witch with enough juice still left inside her to put right what she’d royally fucked up just days before she’d died and left me with the aftermath of her ineptitude. Speaking of ineptitude.

Hayley brought out a silver knife and ran it across the cheek of Ethel, expecting it to burn but it didn't. Hayley's face was covered in confusion. She could not understand why the silver was not burning the skin of Ethel. Taking that moment of distraction as her chance, Ethel grabbed the phone and slammed it against Hayley's head and began to run away. "She... She hasn't shifted yet?" Hayley looked up towards Ethel who was running up the stairs. Hayley scoffed and sprinted to the stairs. She caught Ethel by the hair and gave her hair a hard pull.

At most, everyone was relieved that the man was finally dead and that he was replaced by more logical people. "I should have gone that time instead of you." She was talking about when Ethel was sent to find Elijah and present herself as an offering. It should have been Hannah at first, but Ethel knew her sister’s relationship with their cousin. She had no choice but to follow their father’s order, but Ethel stepped up and volunteered herself to be the offering to the unknown pureblood.

I told Tyler and Lena and I began to walk towards it with our husbands holding our hands. Lena went first into the doorway that led down a staircase to what I assumed was a basement, but this wasn’t any kind of basement I had ever seen before. Thick concrete walls lined the outer walls but what was weird about the whole thing was thicker concrete walls formed rooms that had thick steel doors to them. The orb continued back a long hallway that was dimly lit by fluorescent light fixtures that hung from the ceiling that turned on with some kind of motion senser. Samuel stopped and in return I stopped as he had ahold of my hand as he sniffed the air. “What are you getting? Is it Xavier?” Tyler a

Two more came running in from a side hallway, and she heard as a few more came running up from behind the doors. She ran straight towards the one up front without any hesitation. And although it reached out to grab her, one of her drones shot it with a full discharge of electricity. There was a loud CRACK as it struck the Hallowed, and completely fried its internal circuitry. The Hallowed was flung backwards with force, then fell to the ground, dead. Its limbs shook from the excess electricity that coursed through them. As she neared the stone steps, she noticed that two of them were running down each side. On top of that, three more were coming in from her right side, where some sort of amp