Robert California Halloween Story Novels & Stories

Happy Halloween dear readers from your storyteller, the Diwata. See you again soon...

Werewolves sense of hearing is high so they could very much hear a low voice. Robert walked in, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. She couldn't deny that she was happy to see him, even if he felt otherwise. “Bobby!” She said with enthusiasm which he didn't reciprocate. He only grumbled a reply and walked over to an amused Callan. Only then did she notice the brown paper bag he was holding. “Were you able to get it?” Callan asked Robert, making her scrunch up her face in confusion. “Yes, Alpha. The exact one.” Robert confirmed.

Hana worried, "Maybe it's luck," The broom was irritated, "How can anyone be so lucky all the time?" Regardless of the broom thoughts, Hana pushed the door in. Suddenly Zeci spread her blue wings in front of Hana. It is the first time Zeci has done so. Hana smelled the moldy smell for a long time in the very dark room without a cleaner. Worn burned in Hana's hand and illuminated the whole room. Zeci stood firmly in front of Hana and refused to move. Hana incomprehensibly turned to the direction in which it was growling. A man - well, not in Hana's eyes, this is Robert. Hana's expression turned very stupid. Robert's death, he was killed by her own hands; how did he show up here?

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

She said as Ichabod drove to their side. Tracy looked really sad but still looked up at her father. “Dad, are you going to come to my Halloween party?” “Sure baby. I will be there. Just tell your mother to send me all the details and...” “Come baby, let’s go.” Harmony ordered, lifting Tracy up into her arms as Ichabod stepped out to open the car door for them. He waited as the door closed behind them and was about going round to get into the driver’s seat when one of the goons that had followed Michael stopped him.

Henry leaned against a wall, hiding from Roberto. “I must be hallucinating things.” Roberto chuckles as he hits his palm on his forehead. Unknown to Roberto, he wasn't hallucinating. Earlier, Henry ran away from that spot when he caught a glimpse of someone hopping out of the window. He was scared of people seeing him in that state, he was so scared of the questions Roberto will utter seeing his shot arm. He hid so he won't be exposed.

(RORY'S POV) "My exact instructions were: let's hit the button after the count of three and then take off running. You started running when I got to three." He pointed out. My hand was over my tummy. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe as the memory of that fateful Halloween day came to my mind. We were nine years old. Todd and I had gone trick-or-treating in matching Superman and Supergirl costumes. Let's just say our trick didn't go well because I ran off too early and Todd got caught. In the end of it all, I came out of hiding feeling too bad to leave Todd alone, and we both got a proper scolding.

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

I was enjoying this when Robert cleared his throat to gain my attention and asked in a friendly voice, “Alice, how is your work going? Being a Queen of the entire werewolves’ realm is not a simple task, though. ” I smiled at his question before replying, “True, is not that easy as it seemed. And you know better than me why.” “Better.” He chuckled at my answer before we continued dancing. Robert spoke again after a moment and so, but this time, it was something different. I sensed a change in his tone. “I heard witches are unpredictable these days. And I’m wondering if they are planning some new magic tricks or their famous Jojo against their enemies.” Hearing that, my expressions go uneasy.