Scarecrow Novels Novels & Stories

Inside the box were three rings. "Will you marry me?" The view of the rings in the warm light of the candles made the rings even more charming. Bianca couldn’t understand why there were three rings, but even after a quick look, she could say which one was supposed to be hers. The smaller one with the writing: Crow. But right then, her eyes noticed another writing: Crowolf. The ring looked out of this world, filled with some difficult-to-name force, emanating from the round shape and the writing itself. It shone in the flames of the candles as if it were alive.

With the tight deadline, I didn't have time to accompany Leon to social events. That evening, Ella invited me out to celebrate my birthday. "Estie, meet me at Whitmore Hotel tonight. See you there!" The hotel was right by the sea. When I arrived, Ella was already waiting with a mischievous smile on her face. She said she had a surprise for me, then blindfolded me with a silk scarf and led me toward the beach. "Alright, Estie, you can look now!" When I untied the blindfold, I saw a grand, dreamlike castle had been set up on the sand. Fireworks lit up the night sky and rose petals covered the ground.

"Her fingers! Where are her goddamn fingers?!" "Edward!" Donald screamed like a madman. Seeing me about to collapse, he sighed heavily: "Let's go home... we need to go home..." But once we got back, Donald regretted everything. A package arrived from the kidnappers. Inside, arranged in neat rows, were ten bloody fingers. *** "AHH!" Bianca was slammed against the wall, my hands closing around her throat. Donald froze in shock, then rushed forward to pull me back. "Are you out of your fucking mind? She's a Ferrari!"

He stood and waited for an answer. “Yes, Alpha. They won't leave our site.” The scout replied, still hunched over like the hunchback of Notre dame. The giant of a man then walked into the trees and disappeared. I guessed that had been Driscoll and I couldn't lie, he was scary, intimidating and powerful. You could feel the strength and power ooze off of the guy. His strong scent filled the air and for once in my life, I was scared of something. If I was defeated by him, he would kill me. I didn't care about dying for Aubrey, but if I did, obviously the future I'd planned for her would be lost. She would probably end up with Chase and she’d be by his side until he cheated or got bored of her.

th of December is Devlin’s birthday. So ironic that while most of the Christian world is celebrating this occasion, he is planning his escape. He planned this escape for months, he has already acquired enough funds to survive. He did not give Muckie all the money he earned by selling the things he pickpocketed. He kept majority of them. Muckie was as stupid as he’s cruel, he never bothered to count the money the boys turn over to him. Devlin doesn’t know if Tiernan kept some for himself. He waited for Muckie and Tire to be be too drunk before he made his move. Although his limbs were still too bruised and painful because of Muckie beating him the night before for not giving him anything as h

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

Your encouragement gave me strength, motivation, and purpose. Scarred Under Moonlight became more than just a novel. It became a shared experience, one built on emotion, connection, and trust. Together, we explored love, loss, resilience, and healing. Together, we watched as characters grew, stumbled, rose, and finally found peace. That shared experience is something I will always treasure.

The one thing that has haunted me more than any other part of the whole, lamentable experience. As the Archons fell on McKendrick, a thick black mist sprang up beneath him, and swirled about his legs. It had the appearance of ink dropped into a glass of water, forming itself into viscous tendrils that ended in what appeared to be a cross between an infernal blossom and a tiny gaping mouth. As McKendrick screamed (dear God, let me forget those screams), the tendrils seemed to thicken and swell, as though they were glutting themselves, feasting on his terror and pain.

“Splendid!” The tall scarecrow walked on toward Town Hall, with his long, awkward stride. It was Mrs. Belfry who had brought the strange creature to Lilith’s Hollow. He was once human but nutty as a loon. It was a curse that transformed him into the scarecrow and, as calculated correctly by the witch, saved his sanity. The citizens of the town took him in with the same kindness and acceptance they showed to all new creatures.

Suddenly a mischievous idea came to mind,I grinned taking out the fake robot chrockroaches I made, how about a little prank. I tiptoed to Stacey's room opening the door gently I peeped in to see if she was awake. After making sure she was asleep, I stepped into the room, i gently walked closer to her bed,, lifted her shirt and dropped the chrockroach on her back then left the room. I did the same to Erick and Jace before turning on the robots with the little remote in my hand The chrockroaches began crawling all over their bodies while they woke with a start, they started screaming trying to get the fake bugs of their bodies while I rolled in laughter