Matching Halloween Pfps Novels & Stories

HIRAM’S POV: It is that time of the year again when humans dress up to make fun of supernaturals—yes; it is Halloween, my least favorite time of the year. I have to watch children wear hideous costumes of wolves and witches, then hand them candy like seeing them mock us makes me happy. One of these days, I really hope they encounter an actual wolf or maybe a vampire; then we’ll see who’s laughing. “How do I look?” Juniper asks, walking out of the room in a towel. At first, I think she is joking because all I can see underneath the towel is thick leggings that look yellowish.

Chapter 179 Piper's POV The city was alive with neon lights reflecting off wet pavement from an earlier rain, laughter spilling from every corner, and the electric buzz of excitement that only Halloween could bring. People in costumes filled the streets like a moving painting with superheroes striking poses, witches with elaborate makeup, vampires with fake blood dripping dramatically, and a few who clearly didn't understand the concept of dressing up at all and were just wearing their regular clothes with cat ears.

"Whoa there, careful!" I looked up, blinking. Standing in front of me was a stunningly handsome man with a shock of vibrant, deep red hair and a bright, charming smile that probably sold millions of magazine covers. I instinctively took a quiet breath, expecting the familiar scent of a wolf, but there was nothing. No pheromones, no heavy territorial weight. He wasn't a werewolf. He wasn't human either.

“You’re like the other big star of the episode, along with Brandon, remember? And we’re all invited. You, me, Amy. You coming?” “You fucking kidding me? I’d rather die!” The surprise pushed one of her eyelids up. “Why not? Don’t you wanna see Brandon again?” “With some blonde by the hand? Again? Thanks, but no thanks. Anyway, I couldn’t go even if I wanted to. Halloween is the biggest event of the year in Pennhurst, so I gotta go lend a hand. I’m expected to be there the day before, on the 30.” “Fuck you, Fran. You can’t miss this over a night in the middle of the rubble—”

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They replied me in chorus," aaahn...forget that...so naive of you...don't be a kid pussy. We were all outside checking out our Halloween costumes, while doing that, Kate brought a park of Sushi out for us to share. I saw my neighbor, The Voodoo man walking towards where we were sitting. I was surprised and didn't let anyone say anything before I rushed what was in my mind.

“How can you not be blamed? This accident with Tommy is entirely your responsibility as his teacher, and your kindergarten isn’t innocent either! “Who allowed you to take little children into a haunted house? And knowing Tommy has claustrophobia, you still brought him in?” Anger flared through me, and I no longer restrained myself. With one swift motion, I slapped Holly, who was still struggling under my hold. She froze, eyes wide in shock and outrage. “You dare hit me?” Kent stepped forward, placing himself between us. I shook my stinging hand, a sense of reckless defiance taking over. “Yes, I dare!” I snapped. “That haunted house was just a Halloween-themed attraction. It clearly stated at

And there she was: Lillian Pegg, front and center, soaking up the spotlight, holding court with reporters like she actually built the empire she stole. I reached up, fingers brushing my forehead. The wound Liam gave me? Gone. And my stomach—usually a war zone—felt warm, steady. No way. I was alive. I was back. I stepped forward, half in a daze, trying to get to Lillian. Then bam—one of her groupies stumbled and shoved me aside. "Who even are you? Move!" That shout flipped every head. Lillian spotted me too. Her smile twitched, just for a second, before she snapped on that fake sweetness.

'Stay here' never made it out. "Oh, right!" I perked up. "I don't even know your name." His voice dropped, rough. "I don't have one. But... if you want, you can give me one." I scrunched up my face, thinking. "That's a big deal. Lemme give it some real thought." In the dark, I saw it—just barely. The corner of his mouth... lifted slightly, revealing fangs. The Chat Feed blew up. [Wait—did he just smile? Darkblood Count SMILED.]

It didn’t matter. “Reeve!” I turned. Two girls were speed-walking towards me, their faces lit with excitement. ”Oh my god, hi!” The taller one—with red hair and septum piercing stopped in front of me—her phone already raised. “We’re huge fans. Can we get a picture?” ”Sure.” I forced a smile, stepping closer. The shorter one—looked Asian with a winged eyeliner, squeezed in on my other side. “You have to do the love pose! Like from the show.”