In The Lives Of Puppets Novels & Stories

Without another word, Caspian lifted his sword and charged forward. Rumble! "Oh?" However, after Caspian killed some so-called powerful creatures, he frowned. "These... aren't living creatures?" Caspian said in surprise. That's right, these so-called powerful creatures weren't living creatures at all, but puppets! It was just that it was extremely exquisite, almost no different from a living being. That was why it was mistaken to be a living being, a living being. In fact, these puppets were so powerful that it was difficult for ordinary cultivators to react. Since they were so powerful, the cultivators couldn’t realize whether they were alive or not.

“We speak first when it’s about us. About heirs. About altars. About cults. No more letting elders discuss us in the third person while we sit there like carved wolves on a shelf.” His mouth twitched. “You and your shelves.” “Trauma,” she said lightly, then, more seriously, “Three: we don’t let them turn us into propaganda puppets.” He looked at her, curious. “Define puppet.” “Faces without voices,” she said. “Pretty paintings on banners. Names in speeches. Blessings at festivals. ‘Look at our heirs, standing together, isn’t everything fixed now?’ while they keep doing the same old shit behind us.” He grunted the agreement.

the crowd murmured, everyone didn't understand what was going on, the disciples of the Divine Cauldron, completely at a loss for words. Night Canghai Ming smiled faintly and looked in the direction of the back mountain: "The highest level of the puppet refining art is to refine the puppet to look completely indistinguishable from a living person, and this puppet that you have refined, is covered in dead air, which bit of it looks like a living person? Thanks to a hundred years, you have managed to fool so many fools, haha!" Everyone looked toward him, and the people of the Divine Cauldron heard him call themselves stupid, and at the moment, they didn't bother to retort.

"Save my life, these undead are all because of you, I beg you, just spare my life!" The puppet doll had never pleaded like today before.

Hilbert paused for a while, before asking, “Lady Marina, what kind of puppet do you mean? Isn’t a doll puppet? Or you have something in mind?” He inquired, looking a bit confused but he does seems have the means. I smiled and said unhurriedly, “A puppet made by a witch, I prefer a the size of a kid. A puppet that is suitable for an elemental spirit.” There, I put all my intention and request. I’m not afraid of him reporting me to the church or anything. Nobles are known for having a quite bizarre hobbies and secrets. I look at him calmly.

the soft voice of her mother echoed from within, pulling her even deeper. Willa’s hand inched closer… “Mom…” she sobbed. “Touch the mirror… touch the mirror,” the puppets chanted, their smiles stretched like bent wires. “I love you, Willa,” the voice said. “I… hate you.” Willa snapped, and her eyes flashed as she locked eyes with the puppet. “Gotcha,” she smiled. And just then the puppets screamed… their cries echoed hauntingly. “No… no!” the crippled puppet cried, but it was too late. Willa had figured it out.

The puppets moved. The mother-puppet lunged across the table and caught Andrei’s arm. He shook her away. The father-puppet rushed at him from behind and fastened to his back like a leech, trying to sink his teeth into his neck. Andrei tried to reach back and tear him away, but the creature caught his arm and twisted it. The mother-puppet dropped to her belly and crawled under the table, her teeth snapping as she sought the vulnerable flesh above his shredded boots. “Nagant!” Svetlana yelled.

Ximena and I exchanged a glance. "Let's go," she said quickly. "We have to follow the process. If the system detects something abnormal, it'll reset everything… including our memories." When we returned to the main hall, those colorful, eerie puppets were already standing in a circle. A pale puppet stood in the center, holding two cups filled with blood. "Bride and groom, raise your cups." This time, when I looked at the two puppets seated at the head of the table, I finally noticed something strange.

Getting to the backyard I opened the sliding door and Elijah immediately saw what was in my hand. “Papa look, Miss Sophia got me a puppy.” Little one said running to me.

Even one with royal blood. “Well, as a parting gift, We have prepared a puppet show for you if you don’t mind watching,” Alexander said calmly like it wasn’t a big deal. “A puppet show?” Alpha Kingston’s eyes lit up, just like Alexander said they would. “How delightful! I am an avid supporter of the arts, you know. Puppet theaters are an incredible introduction to more broader artistic pursuits later in life. You’ve certainly done your research on me, haven’t you?” ‘Oh, you have no idea,’ I thought, still impressed with Alexander’s thoughtfulness with this plan. It was downright devious, though I’d assured him over and over that if anything happened, I would be taking responsibility.