Magical Pumpkin Patch Novels & Stories

she noticed that the Mage was happy to hear about the pumpkin. "Because it will be" the Mage nodded. "The pumpkin is going to come here and we are going to use it" he concluded. "Will it grow some legs and walk down here?" Sophie asked. "The pumpkin is not just a weapon. It is a messenger and I am its master. I will call it and it will come to me" he assured her. The Mage moved closer to the gate and started chanting intensely. Sophie watched patiently as he performed his magic. Just then, a strong breeze started blowing to their direction. Sophie covered her eyes with both hands.

The jerk was kind of growing on me. The gardens outside were starting to take shape. We even had a head groundskeeper whose name was Spencer. They planted the fall and winter blooms but they haven’t come in yet. I was also very impressed that Spencer and his family kept the pack farm running all this time. He took me on a tour and we were going to have a great harvest this year. There were even pumpkins so we could plan a Halloween party for the pups.

Harry touched a few here and there “Don’t plant them yet… Let’s wait another week.” “Okay.” “Plant the pumpkins towards the end of the property… near the side of the woods.” Harry instructed patiently. “Let’s come over next week.” Matthew wasn’t too confident with his daughter’s cultivating skills “What if they mess up all our hard work?” “Good…good…” Harry nodded “Let’s come early like today and plough one more time then.” Oden and Martin laughed without giving Jack any face. John pursed his lips, but the upward curl betrayed his thoughts.

“You mean, like, ghosts and stuff?” Skye laughed, and, after the slight stress of earlier, and the overwhelming fear of the attacks before that, it was a beautiful, musical sound. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. The Pagans would carve faces into pumpkins and put them outside, to ward away negative energy – and evil spirits. Supernatural creatures, too. Some people believed that the pumpkin’s faces were like masks, making the inhabitants look like demons to the creatures of Hell that walked the earth.

I guess they might be right. “Perhaps there is a third option, behind Staceys house there is a pumpkin field. They are out of season. See if we can move the venue there.” a lazy smile works its way on to my face as I remember the first time Stacey and I found our way into the pumpkin field. “There is a hatch near the house.” I muse, knocking back another swig of whiskey before passing it to Pax. “It will be dark and Felicity won’t see it as a setup. We keep a few people on patrol in the area so she can slip through.” Pax handed me the whiskey bottle back as I took another sip. “That would work,” Hunter adds stroking his beard thoughtfully.

Orlanda’s breath caught in her throat as her hands scraped against the rough tar, but her eyes darted up, wide and wild. *** Winifred muttered under her breath as she adjusted her hoodie and stepped out into the crisp night air. She had been ready to crawl under her blankets, but Aunt Gloria had a memory that never failed when it came to unfinished chores. “You better get that basket back tonight before those people use it for another round of laundry tomorrow!” her aunt had called after her. So here she was, trudging through the narrow alley behind their row of houses, clutching the big wicker basket against her hip.

In the middle was a pumpkin patch and maze created by the bales of hay. When they had found the booth for Dark Moon, the girls had been disappointed to find that Shiloh was not there. Her employees had a booth set up selling some of her more popular t-shirts, jewelry and trinkets. Her employees worked in flexible two-hour shifts. By the end of the day, they were taking orders since they had sold out. Gertie knelt before the girls and gave them a hug and a small sad smile. “Shy doesn’t do festivals and fairs.”

Unknown's pov Crispy red painted sky when nature's fireball rose with dawn, on the horizon it shone with a faint hue of burnt orange and scattered red. The puffy clouds danced over the gigantic but calmed ocean, spiralled under the web of the dense forest. I stood near the borders of the Moon blessed territory, that's called The Crystal Moon Pack.

The next day, Amerie drove the twenty minutes into town to pick up some groceries and explore the shops in the town square. The small town of Luna Park was even more magical in person than it had seemed in the pictures online. It looked like a post card with its white and brick buildings with dark brown roofs against the tall mountains and blue sky. Yellow flower bushes were scattered on street corners and the yellow and orange fall leaves of the Aspen trees lined the roads. The Main Street had lights strung overhead along with a pumpkin themed banner proclaiming the approaching Fall Fest in three weeks.

Wilma brought all her food supplies for the caravan group after leaving two sweet potatoes for her to eat tomorrow. Chief Marc and Vern gulped after seeing the pile of magic potatoes in front of them. They didn't expect that they could see 20 magic potatoes in front of them. All the magic potatoes in front of them were still intact and uncut.