Genshin Halloween Novels & Stories

Leaf by leaf, life sprouted around Maleficent as she stood at the middle of the miracle with an agape expression – her head kept on turning for she did not want to lose the chance to capture the magic unfold. Gukasho, who was standing behind Cent and her father, spoke with pride oozing from his goblin voice. “This is the festival of the Hallow fields, my lady. Once a year, the barren land right in front of the grand duke’s chambers will come to life.” His fist-size eyes wandered as well, Gukasho could never be tired of this beautiful scenery that was not supposed to exist even for a few moments inside the wretched Nether world.

Guests drifted through lush gardens and along glass walkways, their fashions a mix of formal couture and subtle pack symbolism, sapphire-blue lapels, dresses embroidered with moon sigils, and bracelets of woven silver fur. Supernatural guards stood at every entrance: some human in gleaming body armour bristling with runes, others shapeshifted into massive wolves whose augmented eyes glowed softly. The atmosphere thrummed with expectation…everyone knew tonight was not just any celebration. As the quarter moon crested overhead, a hush fell. A low mechanical hum announced the arrival of the honoured guests. Alpha Farrell, believed lost to the winds of war, strode through the crowd with Queen De

Julian (from balcony above, smirking): “I’ll guard the sarmale.” Tunnel spiraled down into crystal-lit cavern. Seven pedestals glowed—each holding a legendary artifact. 1. Hellebore Mist Blade – katana, mist-forged, 47 hellebores etched along the fuller. 2. Blackened Silver Shard – 47 hellebores, fractured, pulsing shadow. 3. Shadow Invisibility Cloak – liquid night, folded like silk. 4. Hellebore Dagger – twin to the blade, smaller, venom-green edge.

Gabby froze. The front door opened, and Gabby's neighbor of nineteen years, Mike Willison stood before him, holding a plastic mixing bowl full of chocolate candy bars. Gabby made her move. "Trick or Treat!" Gabby shouted, opening her cloak. Mike Willison's eyes went wide at the sight of the naked female body before him. His jaw dropped, and he found himself at a loss of what to say. Gabby giggled, and shut her cloak. "Happy Halloween!" Gabby shouted, and ran off down the driveway back to the street.

None of the five Holiday offspring had believed their father when he'd told them that their family was descended from the ancient Celtic spirits of the seasons. It was a coincidence, they'd all figured, that each of them had been born on a holiday - whether a modern one, like Valentine, the middle brother, or an ancient one, like Summer, the older of the two girls who was born on midsummer's day. Sam had gotten both - Halloween, the modern holiday, and Samhain, the ancient festival. He still blessed his parents for calling him just Sam, even though they'd meant to name him Samhain.

"Happy birthday, honey." "Thank you," I said with a smile. "I'm sorry for not meeting you yesterday. I was so tired that I went straight to bed." "It's okay. As long as you'll be spending your time home today." "I will." Reaching out to hold Higan's arm, I continued, "By the way, this is Higan Parker. He is the guy we talked about over the phone." "I see." She reached out her hand to greet him and he took it. "Nice to meet you."

I replied with a friendly sneer before leaving Gar. After roughly a long day of lessons and some tests and some pop quizzes in between, Mr. Glyn was ready to give us the day’s send-off message. Halloween is coming up tomorrow and I guess the school authorities are thinking of going bigger than ever this year. Not like it really puts me up in a frenzy or anything but still, I’m tired of having the same old Halloween every year. “….so like I was saying class, as you all know, tomorrow is the thirty-first day of this month of October and you all know what that means…..” said Mr. Glyn with a face that made me think that he was expecting an answer from me.

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

The air was thick with the scent of lilies and artificial grief. Selene was slumped in her seat, her elite white uniform glowing with a soft, martyred light. She had gone into Saintess Mode, dabbing at her eyes with a lace handkerchief as if she were the one who had been cursed, not her lackey. Beside her, Jaxon stood like a monolithic wall of muscle, his golden Lycan aura vibrating with a low, dangerous hum.

a raspy voice interjected. Hala hobbled toward us, her gnarled staff carving lines in the fresh snow. She looked up at the violet moon, her clouded eyes narrowing. "The air is changing, little bird. The Moon Goddess has been hooded. This is the Season of the Shadow. In this light, the strong grow weak, and the forgotten... they find their teeth." "What did Selene do, Hala?" I asked, looking back at the smoking crater of the summit. "She threw that scroll into the fissure. She called it the seal of the First Alpha."