Rise Of The Peerless Pumpkinmancer Novels & Stories

Because she wanted it. Mr. Axis Ford Averion is a well-known youngest bachelor in our country. Who doesn't want to be linked to him, right? And that's the point there. Being linked with him, she grabs that chance to become more famous. That instead of fixing their hacked accounts, she used that to get better acquainted. That they pretended to be a couple. Now that everyone knows the truth, will she just keep quiet? Yasha Reese Heuson is a user! She's a great schemer! I wonder how I idolized a great schemer like her. I hate you to death!’

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

At the same time, I secretly observed the habits of Amy's two lackeys. One of the lackeys, Anna Clark, was a mobile game addict and didn't care for her studies. However, she lacked skill, so she seemed to be forever stuck in the Diamond rank in the game. The other lackey, Betsy Turner, was trying to improve in her studies, but she failed all her subjects, and she couldn't even turn in her homework sometimes. It was easy to deal with people once their weaknesses were located. I thought, "Amy, it's about time I give you a taste of your own medicine."

My face remained emotionless because I didn’t want them to enjoy my discomfort. A man approached, less than twenty years old with a funny smile on his lips. He was more than two feet taller than me, and he was not thin but had tough muscles. Looking at his cat-eye pupils I knew he was a warlock and a very powerful one because the others around us stop talking and waited for him to speak.

another muttered. “I just started, okay? This is, like, day one. Everyone’s first spell is a mess.” “My first spell was a weather manipulation hex that saved a village from drought,” Mr. Yellow quipped. “Mine was a growth spell,” said a potato from the shelf. “My cousin became an oak tree. Good times.” I groaned and sat down, the glitter-chicken gently laying an egg near my boot with a pop of confetti. Fantastic. “I am cursed. I am wolfless. I am surrounded by petty produce and judgemental pests. And now I’m the clown princess of poultry summoning.”

Panic began to simmer in the back of my mind, threatening to boil over. A dreadful suspicion took root, one that I desperately didn't want to acknowledge. The man was a Necromancer, and I had a sinking feeling that I was no longer among the living. The truth hit me like a ton of bricks: I was a Risen, a creature brought back from the dead through dark magic. My mind recoiled in horror as I grappled with the implications of this newfound reality.

"Ryla, are you really sure about your theory?" I gritted my teeth. "I'm almost certain! In all three of our previous lives, we died for nothing!" Bianca complained indignantly. "I knew it! I trimmed my heel so perfectly. What right did he have to call me a fake?" By the time we arrived, breathless, we were stunned by the scene before us. In the middle of the pumpkin patch, Prince Adrian stood with his sword raised, hacking wildly at something on the ground. It was a decoy servant created by Rosalie's magic. Now it was chopped beyond recognition, with severed limbs, stuffing, and magic powder scattered everywhere.

Vivianne’s face flushed a deep crimson as a sudden surge of raw desire completely overwhelmed her. She no longer felt even a shred of guilt. With shaking hands, she began unbuttoning Kaelus’s shirt one by one, revealing the powerful warrior's torso, already slicked with sweat. The effect of the potion was overwhelmingly potent. Kaelus no longer perceived the woman before him as his sister-in-law. Under the magical influence of the Fosteriana liquid, Kaelus's crimson eyes, which were usually filled with sharp vigilance, grew dull—veiled by a thick, dark haze of unbridled lust.

Instead, I turned fully toward him, stepping back toward the podium until I was dominating his personal space. “A spoilt child?” I repeated. My voice wasn't loud, but it had that Alpha edge that made the hair on the back of everyone’s neck stand up. “That’s an interesting choice of words, Professor. Tell me, would you dare say that in front of the Alpha or the Luna? Would you stand before the Pack Elders and declare that the heir to the Moonstone lineage is a ‘spoilt child’?” Halloway stepped back, his heels hitting the base of the chalkboard. He realized his mistake instantly. Calling a future Alpha "spoilt" in front of his peers wasn't just an insult; it was a challenge to my authority.

she shrieked, stumbling off the cart and landing face-first into a basket of turnips. I walked over, arms crossed, sword casually sheathed at my hip. “You okay, Algebra?” I asked sweetly. “Don’t talk to me, traitor!” she hissed from the ground, flailing as turnips rolled dramatically around her. “You’ll regret scorning the TRUE heir of MacMayer! I have summoned the lost magic of Volcarth!” “Volcarth?” I blinked. “That’s not even a real mage. That’s a vegetable stew.”