Puppetry Quotes Novels & Stories

One of his puppets blurted out. What the— Now this dude has actually spoilt my plans, but wait not entirely, let's hear what our dumb drake has to say. "Fuck," he cursed, "are you all that weak? He's dangerous, I am more dangerous. So get your butt up and let's start moving." He screamed furiously at his puppets who had no choice but to do as ordered. Okay dude isn't only dumb, he's stupid, the dumbest living thing I've ever seen. That was really fast.

“You're suspended in mid-air, and you're part goat. Pardon my French, but what the bleeding heck? The peeping-tom poltergeist in the locker room was bad enough!” “There's a resident pervert of the spiritual nature in every changing room full of nubile young maidens,” Puck said sagely. He landed on his feet and scuffled towards me. The sprite stood tall, bent over like a slender tree. His limbs were long and sinuous, and his tail swished in the breeze. Puck's yellow eyes danced with amusement. “Oberon puts those shades to shame, though,” he whispered confidantly. “I'd hasten to lock my doors, were I you.”

“How would I know the specifics? I’m not sure who was the one that framed him. In any case, my grandpa discovered a puppet in my home. That puppet had many needles poking out of its back with my grandpa’s name written on it. It was said that my father was attempting to curse my grandfather to his death so that he could inherit the position as the head of the family. Grandpa expelled our family from the clan because of this.” Tyr was shocked, “This is the twenty-first century! What makes people believe in such an old superstition?” “This isn’t a superstition.” “Boss, you don’t understand metaphysics,” Jim, who sat on the side in a wheelchair, said abruptly. “Stabbing the puppet has the abilit

"You're going to be my first puppet." Felix suddenly laughed. "Why should I be your puppet?" It was just a brief response, but the lady was so startled that she rapidly took steps back, looking terrified. "It can't be! How are you still able to speak?" Felix kept the smile on and continued, "Yeah. You have dealt heavy damage to my soul. By all means, I shouldn't even be able to move. How am I talking to you now?" They were in the preliminary rounds now. Of course, Felix kept his guard up and had been waiting for her to sneak up on him.

"But sorry to disappoint you, I won't allow myself to be a puppet controlled by lowly creatures like you and your freaking bosses." "We can't say that, you know. Look who is helpless between us. It is you, so how sure are you that you can do something about it? There is nothing you can do, ladies. All you can do is to accept that in this lifetime, this is your fate, to be puppets, to whores who will serve Mr. Balthazar and Madame Claret. You can do nothing but to accept that it is your life's purpose. It is the will of the heavens–"

Hilbert paused for a while, before asking, “Lady Marina, what kind of puppet do you mean? Isn't it a doll puppet? Or do you have something in mind?” He inquired, looking a bit confused but he does seem to have the means. I smiled and said unhurriedly, "A puppet made by a witch, I prefer a the size of a kid. A puppet that is suitable for an elemental spirit.” There, I put all my intentions and requests. I'm not afraid of him reporting me to the church or anything. Nobles are known for having quite bizarre hobbies and secrets. I look at him calmly.

Kael popped up, his blade shearing the head clean off. The body flopped and pooled into black wisps. "What the—?" "Shadow tricks," Kael panted. "They're not solid. Puppets yanked by strings from miles away." "How do we end them?" "Bag the puppeteer."

“You make it sound cheap.” “It is cheap,” I spat. “You built a cage and called it a gift.” He laughed once, low and rough. “Still the same mouth.” I crossed my arms. “Tell me something, ghost. Are you the only one in this world, or did you make puppets for yourself too?” He leaned against the dresser, arms folding, eyes never leaving mine. “I’m not the only one.” I raised a brow. He pushed off the wood, took one step closer. “Odessa helped.”

Instead, the old man's warm smile radiated a profound peace that gradually dissolved her rising panic. "Time is a mysterious circle, My Lady," the Pontifex spoke softly. He placed a sacred piece of parchment onto the table, as if deliberately choosing not to prolong the fear of a woman about to start a new chapter. “Do not let fear consume you. Simply trust in the choice you are making now.” "But what if my choice is wrong again?" "In the past, you chose out of the fear of loss. Now, you choose because you know what you truly deserve to have, my child."

The only thing she does was penetrate the wires and pound her fingers on the hologram keyboard on the desk beside where I lay down. It formulate my system and added a new file that consists of information and data about the puppet. It was a monster. Not just a monster in fairy fables but worse than that. A "monster that never comes out of your closet" kind of beast. I asked her after I pulled my stone out of the couch. "What is this? Is this the puppet you talking about?" I raised a brow and an uneasy curl upon my lips. "A beast beyond the walls that have evolved and survived before the disaster occurs"