Puppet Clowns Novels & Stories

“It worked. I can’t smell you.” “I feel… weird,” I admitted. “But also… kind of strong.” “You should. That spell lasts as long as you want it to. Break it, and you’ll be you again.” “Thank you,” I told the witch, who was now rummaging through her things. “Pleasure doing business,” she said. “Oh, and don’t get caught. I don’t do refunds.” We laughed. Kind of. Michelle escorted me to the borders of Clawstone Academy, our twin academy just for boys.

This is what I know how to do, push until something breaks and create conflict where I can control the outcome. But then footsteps echo from downstairs, and Clara's voice calls up cheerfully. "Boys! Dinner!”

His hand moved again, back to my face. He smiled, in a very weird way, like a fucking clown. His finger teased around my face, from my cheek to my jawline, back to my cheek, to my nose, and my lips. His finger froze on my lips, his eyes were fixed on it, slowly he lifted his gaze, and stared at me.

Bates blurted. I intimidated my allies and my enemies. But I didn’t interrogate them. “I get my fix everywhere,” Claw said. “But you know what my biggest fix is right now?” He grinned widely. “Pussy. Lots of pussy. The ones that aren’t virgins go through a strict quality-control check by us before they get on that stage.” He nodded behind him. Before Bates could fixate on his obsession with Damien and Micah any longer, I kicked him under the table.

“Alright team—Operation Trap The Shadow Clowns starts tonight.” James grinned, spinning his baton. “Time to fight back.” Clara blinked. “Trap?” Mike tapped his tablet. A hologram of the city map floated above his palm. “These villains feed on power sources. So we redirect a fake surge here…” He zoomed into a street between warehouses. “…and they’ll come running.” James cracked his knuckles. “Then we ambush.” Bridget added, “James takes close combat, Mike handles tech support, I coordinate movement… and Clara—”

“But we’ve found nothing.” Clarence fell to his knees at the edge of the ruin, ignoring the sharp debris that tore at his expensive suit. He began digging through the dirt with his bare hands. “Molly…” his voice was a choked rasp. “Molly, where are you?” “It’s all my fault…” Clarence’s voice began to tremble. “It’s all my fault…” “Your Highness…” Marco started to say something, but seeing Clarence’s state, he fell silent. In the vampire world, Clarence Thorne was a force of nature.

"Clang!" The muffled sound was nonetheless ear-piercing at night. Three to five Corpse Puppets had blocked their escape in a split second. The will-o'-the-wisp inside their eye sockets flared and their bodies seemed to have become entirely steel. The clanking of their limbs also alarmed the people on the faraway altars. "Intruders!"

"Yes so I heard. One with a giant Afro." "Lots of clowns wear a rainbow fro." "And a giant red nose." "That's almost standard issue in the clown community." "And giant flip flops." "Giant shoes are also a thing among the clowns." "And s cheeky speedo." "Oh my god! Really!? Carlos will be thrilled to hear his product is becoming a hit before they even arrive in stores... Although this could also mean a competitor may have stolen his product early! We should notify him!" .... "Okay yes it was me! At least Arthur will have to deal with this instead of you." Collen announced proudly. While it was giving Arthur a headache, for once Collen could proudly declare he wasn't causing Evelyn Issues.

He had dark and thick hair falling in loose waves around his face, giving him an evil look. "Fighting monkeys, means? Since when did monkeys start living around Dark Shadow Coven?" Pawn Clara asked, confused. Clara Jack was a Pawn of Dark Shadow Coven whose job was cleaning. She was the most special and beautiful maid there. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of golden locks, with bright blue eyes. She had a fire in her soul that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of the darkest magic. She spent her days cleaning the coven's chambers and preparing meals for the Moroi and Dhampirs who lived there, but her mind was always racing with ideas for how she could he