Puppet Clowns Novels & Stories

Puppets with strings attach to them, the hand controlling them appears first the lower body is next, then the upper body. A gigantic joker appears in front of them with sinister laugh and wide sharp teeth. It is an ogre dressed in a clown outfits. The paint on its face is deep and drawn in a pattern that resembles that of a snake. Its nose is round and face is ugly. In his hands is a mallet. The biggest mallet Emily has ever seen. It bends to their eye level and grins. ' Did something call a joker?' It grins and stands straight with his mallet on the ground.

they said with a little fear of their voice but again the clown head laughed. "Of all the werewolves here in howling Island he is the only one different, don't make the mistake of trying angry the werewolf who possessed those spiral crimson eyes because otherwise, even your soul will not survive" all of them stunned of what the clown head said. Maybe they know of what she pointing but still don't want to believe. I wonder who he really is? Why he's the only one who possessed those spiral crimson on his golden eyes? Why he is the most different?

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Clair shrieked exactly once, then denied it immediately. “That was not fear,” she said, clutching my arm. “No?” “That was outrage.” “Sure.” She hit my shoulder. “Shut up.” The path split and narrowed in odd places, forcing groups to separate and rejoin around fake coffins, crooked mirrors, and rooms pulsing with red light. The attraction wasn’t good, exactly, but it had that chaotic carnival quality where bad design and too much noise occasionally lined up into something effective. At one bend, we nearly walked straight into a hanging body prop, and Clair actually ducked into my side with a startled laugh.

Immediately, Lorian let out a cold laugh, flicking his fingers. A wave of purification power shot forward. It stripped the silver poison from their claws and forced it back into their bodies through their wounds. "AAAH—!!" The three royal heirs crashed heavily to the ground, screaming in agony as the silver poison backfired through their bodies. Camilla, who had pinned all her hopes on them, went deathly pale. Her last illusion was shattered completely. She turned and tried to run, but Cael grabbed her instantly and threw her back at my feet.

He looks effortlessly dominant, completely built to command a room. He grins at the guests as the roaring and whistling slowly die down. He drops a heavy hand onto my bare shoulder and lifts the polished rune-stone mic. “My Luna and I—” The pavilion instantly erupts into deafening howls and stomping boots. Clay looks down at me, sharing a wicked, conspiratorial smirk. “My Luna and I,” Clay starts again, his voice rumbling deep in his chest, “are feeling particularly smug right now, seeing as we pulled the mother of all tricks on this entire assembly.”

I cried, my hands shaking as I reached out, though I didn't dare touch her. “It was just a harmless joke because she was being mean on the ice, I swear I didn't know!” “A prank?” Mom took a step toward me, “You humiliated the Northern Alpha's child on a regional stage! You broke protocol, made us a target, and brought a war to our doorstep for a cheap laugh! Do you have any idea what the cost of your selfishness is?” I swallowed hard, looking desperately at Dad for help. He was always the quiet one, but he just stood there, staring at the ground, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his cheek were jumping.

He shrugged. White Claw Pack is a chaotic pack, it’s full of distinct personalities, some good some bad, but Axel loves leading them. They all have a sense of camaraderie and loyalty that makes Axel feel so grateful for having such members. And for him, the pack is a family. They can’t fit in a family tree, so he made a whole forest. White Claw Pack exceeds the standards of a werewolf pack. It’s great overall and has the best people, the best system, but the pack lacks a maternal figure. All they have is Axel, and he isn’t that warm. The pack needs a mother—a Luna. And he wouldn’t want to disappoint, so he’ll try his very best to win over Leal’s heart.

“It’s just new to you because you didn’t know them before.” “Zombie is the only smart one in the underworld,” he huffs. “Then I don’t understand why you’re still with The Shadows,” I say coldly. Clay snorts at me before turning on his heels and storming away. I instruct the guards to ensure he’s not allowed to enter again and that they should come get me if he tries. *****

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.