Halloween Digimon Novels & Stories

He hands me the list so both of my hands were doing something, but it was as though he didn't need the list, he was walking down the aisle getting the items in order, did he memorise this before we left or something? We were basically done with the shopping, as we walk down the final aisle I spot a worker stacking a shelve which I knew was my last chance to get help, I place my hand on Amelia's dummy holding it in my hand. When Anthony wasn't looking I throw the dummy on the floor where it lands right by the workers foot. "Oh I'll get it" I quickly say moving away from Anthony where I knell down picking the dummy up off the ground, on the way up I slyly take the little note out of my jacket

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

SSHS 91 Two more days before the Halloween event, three days before October 31st. For the last two weekends of October, the majority of the dorm students wanted to stay for the weekend, using the reasoning of wanting to spend more time with friends and that they would want to try some things such as a Ouija Board or the famous Bloody Mary ritual. Nonetheless, they just want to feel the spookiness of the season, and to also play some pranks to the unsuspecting passersby or some of their classmates. And of course, not everyone is safe from the pranks, not even the well- respected Student Council. And it was Hestia who was targeted the most, since she was the one who stays in the dorms, and the

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

"Hurry up! Anyone scratched or bitten by a zombie turns into one. Do you seriously not know that?" The whole group whipped their heads toward Digby. Digby's already pale face turned ghostly white. "I-I wasn't hurt!" He pulled up his pant leg to his knee. "See? Nothing! The zombie grabbed me here earlier. There's no cut!" Hayley stood on the stairs, her cold gaze sweeping over him. "Take all of it off." Everyone's expression instantly soured. But with how violently Hayley had acted earlier, none of them dared talk back. Digby clenched his jaw, stripped off his pants, and stood there in just his boxers.

“I don’t know, but Hags are powerful if they want to be. Something is going on that we know for sure. They can be in both worlds. If they want to do dark in the human world, then they will be by the beach, in a cave. If in the fae, they will still be in a cave but hidden in the mountains.” Rayne told him, sniffling. “Anyway to know who took Xylia?” Dimitri asked, worried for his daughter. The one person he knew who could trace her was Lucian.

I said and smiled at her. “But if she doesn’t want to, it’s okay. Maybe instead of me, come over to our house. My mom cooked well.” I just nodded. Why do people are interested in coming to our house? Many students tried to come into the forest but then ended up running and they all look scared. It looks like they’ve seen a ghost or a monster. Well, there’s nothing to be scared of. “By the way, why is Jar so famous here?” “Who’s Jar?” she asked, confused. Did she already forget?

They dug up their hidden secrets and anger against each other, but I couldn't understand. Firstly, I didn't know why they had such strength, and secondly, why did they seem like vampires or werewolves? "Are you humans?" I mentioned, and Kidd looked at me. "He already knows," he said, glancing at Daniel, then suddenly leaping before me. "Because you've seen our true forms, sweetie, you need to die now," he smiled at me, revealing his long fangs that weakened my entire system. "This will be quick. Just close your eyes," and as if under a hypnotic spell, I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for him to take my life.