Halloweentown Grandma Novels & Stories

Just thinking about it was like taking a blade to the heart. That very night, however, Grandma appeared in my dream again. She seemed to know of our family's current predicament. "Vanessa, go to the oak tree behind the hill," she said, sighing deeply. "Your Grandpa buried gold bars there for a rainy day. Now that the prices are high, selling them can solve our immediate financial woes." In my past life, I listened to Grandma and excitedly told Dad the news. Yet, who would've thought that what was hidden there wasn't gold but white powder?

Just as he was about to speak, there was a portal right beside me, almost swallowing me if not that he gripped my hands, dragging me to himself so that i took my balance back “you dare to bury my daughter without me?” Grandma said, stepping out of the portal. I barely recognised her. She did not have that youthful look anymore now that she was out of the coven. She looked… I stepped back. “aunt Mal?” i called, looking at my aunt who was silent behind her. She nodded, looking at me with a small smile on her face. “i am not even dead yet and you dare to have her burial without me?” it was Grandma this time around, and she sounded very furious, looking at me with this hate in her eyes.

She treated me horribly just so she could secure a big house for Uncle Daniel and his family and gather enough money for Ashton to buy a marital home. A potent mixture of anger and humiliation coursed through her. Grandma's chest tightened painfully. Her mouth fell open as she tried to call for help, but the only noises that came out were labored wheezes. A few seconds later, she lost all sensation in half of her body and crumpled to the floor. Grandma wasn't pretending this time. She was actually having a stroke. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth uncontrollably. A foul stench wafted from her pants.

"Looks like you've got it figured out. I am so proud that you're the Luna of The Golden Crest. You must secure your position. Remember, the Black Furies is your forever home." A wave of disgust washed over me, and I didn't want to waste any more time with Joey. I spoke up, "I'm going to see Grandma." "Go ahead. She hasn't taken her medicine today, so your help would be appreciated." Without wasting a moment, I rushed to find the witch, heading towards Grandma's room. The room was enveloped in a solemn, desolate white, evoking a chilling atmosphere. I watched as the witch applied potions to Grandma's forehead and body, forming intricate patterns that I couldn't decipher.

"How would I know? That brat is never gonna die that easily! Don't bother me with her nonsense unless she's dead!" Grandma tried to say more, but Mom abruptly hung up. Standing beside the car, Martin worriedly chimed in, "Ellie's not that kind of kid. Why don't you try calling her?" Mom scoffed. "Only the good die young, while she's a wicked kid. Anyone else might be in danger, but not her!" With that, she opened her WhatsApp and sent several voice messages in our chat. "Eloise Hawthorne! Are you seriously ghosting us? Call your grandma back right now, or get out of the house!"

The air is thick with spiced wine, honeyed fruit, and the heady perfume of enchantment. It is dazzling, beautiful, but almost unbearable. Grandma glides forward, commanding the room with silent authority. I follow, heels tapping on marble, my chest constricting. Every step feels like walking on glass. We reach the grand staircase that overlooks the entire hall. The announcer steps forward, his voice magically amplified, ringing clear across the crowd. “Presenting the esteemed High Witch of the ShadowLands…” The crowd bursts into applause, bows, and hushed greetings. My grandmother’s smile is the kind that could end wars or ignite them. I ready myself to retreat, to slip into the shadows wher

“So, why don’t you tell me about this Halloween party? What is it like?” “More or less like a frat party, to be honest.” Trish grinned, showing her perfect white teeth. “Though I have never been to college before. But most of the young people will come, the kids usually just go door to door, asking for candies. The elderly would go to Misha’s house.” Then as if she knew I had no idea who Misha was, she added, “Misha is Ryker’s grandmother. She still lives here.”

“Is this the lady you said would be coming here…she’s so beautiful.” My cheeks heated up. “Laurel,this is Tessa Beckett.” “It’s so nice to meet you,Laurel.”I said with a smile. She smiled back and helped Calvin in taking some of the things. Calvin had informed me that his Grandmother had a maid.She must be the one. “Where’s Grandma?”Calvin asked. “She’s at the living room.” I looked around falling more in love with this place. “Grandma!”Calvin called out when we walked into the main house.

Grandma! He shouted in horror.

"Don't any of you try to stop me today. I need to make sure Oliver understands how serious this is! If he can't even handle something as easy as watching the house, he'll be useless!" Rolling up her sleeves, Hannah stormed toward my room. Grandma grabbed her sleeve. She stared fixedly at the coffin in the distance. Her voice was full of sorrow as she exclaimed, "Oliver… is gone!"