Novel & Cerita Halloweentown Lucas Grabeel

I had six months to bring this whole place down, and I genuinely couldn't wait to avenge my mother's death. The door to my office creaked open, and I turned around to find Lucas at the doorway. He was wearing a black compressor shirt and black jeans with glasses on. He looked casual. “I see you've found your office. How do you like it, sweet tooths?” “Sweet tooths?’ I asked with raised brows. “Do you prefer pumpkin? Sabrina already has that one, but I can call you pumpkin too, if you want,” he smirked, leaning against the door frame with his hands folded around his chest.

“Something isn’t adding up. Why is he as angry as me? I wondered in my head, walking away. Strolling towards me was Mr. Gream Reaper, the air suddenly becaming heavy. Rumors had it that he was once an Alpha that massacred a village, and now works in the school to stay hidden. He marched down the hallway, every step a deliberate, rhythmic statement of authority. He was wearing a wide-brimmed fedora hat with a sharp, crisp cease, casting a deep shadow over his eyes. Intense cold radiated from him, demanding obedience, my body trembled, a beam of sweat appearing on my forehead. Then I saw it, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. My eyes widened, a flicker of realization crossing my face. Th

He smiled. “How about this?” I handed him the flyer. “Yeah, I may know a thing or two about that.” He smiled, tapping a corner of the page decorated with crumbling tombstones. “Johnny Alucard, a zombie nightmare with hex appeal,” I read. When I looked up, he was grinning ear to ear. “That’s you?” “Awesome, right? This summer, this guy comes in and we started talking about movies and stuff and he says he owns the old Moonlite Drive-in, like he inherited it. And I freak out, obviously.”

I watch in horror, frantically reaching behind for something, anything to steady myself. Lucifer lets out an animalist shrill, eyes, mouth and ears dripping in blood. Incredibly, the skin on his chest begins to split in half, ripping away his flesh like an oozing, bloody yoke. His ribs are completely black, somehow moving outside his body, grotesquely morphing into something like a spider with too many legs. The stench of rotting flesh hits my nose like a hard slap, and I pinch it firmly to stop from gagging. "This is what you really are!" Laila shouts in disgust, eyes still glaring at him.

As if noticing my curious glances, Lucan leaned closer and explained, “That’s a Graveborn. They call themselves Necromancers.” I frowned, studying the man in question. At first glance, he looked human but the details betrayed him. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, and when he spoke, sharp fangs flashed briefly. I would’ve taken him for a vampire, but his skin wasn’t pale like the ones I’d met before; instead, it held a faint gray tint, like ash brought to life.

He mumbled something to himself before he started talking to the crowd before him. “Good afternoon, everyone. I am pleased to say that after a thorough examination of the items from a found ritual room, private quarters of the leader, and various dead enemies’ autopsies. We have gleaned what we are up against. I wish I had better news, but it would seem that not all the Lich mages have been destroyed. The leader of this horrific endeavour is a Lich named Hannibal Baptiste, and rumours are correct that a sighting of Richard Wolversen is confirmed. Someone removed his corpse from its grave, and the lich had performed a ritual to turn him into a revenant called a draugr.

“They’re so glowy.” “Oh shut up Uncle,” I said feeling a little annoyed. He tried a tentative swing, then, foolishly, a second, broader one. The hellblade sang and left a red brushstroke hanging a heartbeat in the air, as if the night itself had been painted. “Uncle,” I said, catching his wrist. “Stop being a hillbilly. This isn’t a toy.” “It’s pretty damn cool,” he said, a reluctant grin breaking through. “But yes. I would also like to keep all my limbs.”