Puppetry Quotes Novels & Stories

"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.

"A puppet curse is when someone takes your hair and blood, mixes it with a cursed talisman, and has a practitioner cast an incantation over it. Once that's done, they can control you." "At first, I thought it only affected a person's actions, but it goes further than that. Far beyond what I imagined. "It can cloud your senses at critical moments. What you see becomes an illusion. That's why I couldn't stop myself from coming to this game, and why I mistook a three for a king." That technique had long been forbidden, yet people still dragged it out of the shadows for profit, for cruelty. As soon as I finished speaking, Helen suddenly looked up at me. Tears spilled down her face.

this may be a fateful twist but by the gods I have been kissed sorry but your aim, it missed I know that I look a witch as I move my nose & give a twitch but my dear, I pulled a switch I raise my hands, I curse your words as spirits cry, my voice, is heard I bind you here, your soul I gird, I cast a spell, hogtie your feet take a bite, it's really sweet yes my dear please have a treat do you mind, if I have a seat? I call my spoon, my kettle stirring, as he speaks, the words are spurring, I laugh aloud, as kitty's purring, supernatural events, occurring, as caldrons bubble, broomsticks fly, & Frankenstein went walking by, his Mummy gives a wistful sigh, Your look of shock, a priceless one, l

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.

I turned to look at him, exhaling rapidly before I talked. “I know he won't make that mistake of attacking first again. And if he plans to, we act on the famous quotes.” I said as I took a deep breath, wiping my face with my palm. “What famous quote are you talking about?” He asked as his eyes were opened widely, raising an eyebrow and looking rather curious. I smirked a little, tilting my head to face the direction of the crib of my baby. “Never interrupt your enemies when they are making a mistake,” I said slowly as if I were counting my words as they came out of my mouth. I adjusted on the bed, leaning forward a bit as I exhaled rapidly. Lucas took a deep breath as he licked his lips.

There was no hint of a smile. I internally fought the urge to roll my eyes at him, or maybe it was the urge to smack his head. I couldn't tell. "You didn't tell me that this was a puppet ring" I said, ignoring his earlier remark He sighed and walked towards the bar "Its a protection ring not a puppet ring" he brought out a bottle of whiskey and began pouring it into a glass. "What do you call something that takes away someone's free will. This is a puppet ring and I want you to take it off" my voice was surprisingly steady

From their stiff and pale faces and their mechanical movements, they were clearly long-dead corpses turned into puppets! A distance away, Patrick and Frederic were watching him leisurely. Patrick’s eyes flashed with a cruel glint as he said sinisterly, “Enjoy this feast, Andrius Moonshade! “After you die, I’ll turn you into a puppet to avenge my disciple! “With your strength...”

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.

Classical music I recognized but didn’t know the name of, something sad, started to play, and the curtains were pulled back. A puppet “walked” in from the left. I recognized the puppet as the little blond-haired girl that Grace had owned before I moved in, but they had given her a paper crown and fancied up her dress with what I recognized as Grace’s headband I had made almost a year ago. “I’m so lonely,” the puppet said in Grace’s voice. “I have no one to play with, no one to tell secrets to, and no one to play games with.” A male puppet with a heavy crown walked in from the right, and a deep version of Chloe’s voice said, “I love you, but I can’t play with you all the time. I have many res

It seemed to appear out of thin air, the thick, viscous blood flowing endlessly from within the puppet's form. Gradually, the blood began seeping into the puppet's eyes, nose, and other facial features, making it look exactly like a desperate, helpless person filled with hatred who wanted revenge but was powerless to achieve it. "I'll kill you, Stanley. I must kill you and make you feel the same torment and suffering I endured…" The puppet's voice grew weaker but more venomous with each word. Stanley burst into maniacal laughter that echoed through the tomb like the sound of a madman celebrating his victory.