Halloweentown Lucas Grabeel Novels & Stories

I nodded. And so I delegated all my duties for the day. I needed all of these things. Maybe I would tell Zen and Hercules about it there. *************************** “Truth or dare," Lucas said, staring right into my eyes. The two were engaged in a staring contest. Their eyes burned with an invisible, unknown fire. I knew that this was nothing but bait. Lucas was fond of doing stuff like this. Lucas was an old werewolf friend who lived in a different country with his pack. I met him when I moved to the human world, when I was seeking purpose and found Nora and my son.

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

The zombie grunted and made a concerted effort to move the soil from the grave in greater quantities, all while sending me little glares from his empty eye sockets—it had less impact without actual eyeballs. “Endora.” I screeched. I may be the most evil of witches in the entire country, but it’s still a dark and quiet cemetery on Halloween. Swinging around on my heeled boots, I scowled at the ground-keeper sneaking up on me like an ancient ghost. The gnarled old man in his late seventies was one of the few humans to be aware of our existence, only because most of my work was done in the very place he managed and he’d seen more than his fair share of hands breaching fresh graves.

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.

Even the organizational system itself represented Liam's return to wholeness, his memories fully restored and interwoven with new experiences since our reunion. Reaching the holiday decorations, I began to assess which boxes to take downstairs first. With autumn in full swing, the Halloween and Thanksgiving items would be needed soon. I was particularly excited about Lucas's first real Halloween—though at eight months he was too young to understand the holiday, Liam and I had already purchased an adorable wolf cub costume that had the entire pack cooing when we revealed it at the last gathering. I selected a medium-sized container labeled "Halloween" and turned to navigate back toward the at

“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

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

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.”

someone asked. They were confused as they looked at their colleague, Lucas. Lucas quickly shouted to the others who had no idea what was going on, "What are you still waiting for? Hurry up and apologize to Gabriel! Do you know who he is? He's Quentin's right-hand man. His boss is one of the mafia leaders in Drunham City. Gabriel has more than two hundred subordinates under him! Hurry up and beg for his forgiveness on your knees if you don't want to die!"

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.