Sleepy Hollow Novels & Stories

Then, rather than he just kept wondering, he took action. He tugged his jacket as if prepared to take them on. He then proceeded to the tent and entered, however, he did not enter his tent. “Oi~ Rose~ Wake up~” Matthew gently shook Rose’s shoulder to wake her up. He had a bad memory of the last time he woke her. Rose moaned and spoke in a really low and sleepy tone. “What is it?” “There are some zombies out there taking down a giant buffalo.” “Eh what?” Rose shot up into a sitting position. “How many?”

“There was no Thomas Reaper. He was a façade, invented by the church in the early 1800s to cover up the town’s true history. And the part about Reaper being a good, church going man—the part that’s supposed to prevent kids from being frightened? Obviously, the first part is a lie because there was no Thomas Reaper, and the second part isn’t true because there’s plenty to fear.” Crossing her arms, Ru looked at him skeptically, even though she was aware he was concentrating on driving and couldn’t see her. “Okay, then who is Reaper’s Hollow named after? Bob Reaper?” Cutter narrowed his eyes at her briefly before focusing on the road. “No, it’s named after the evil things that lurk in the area,

I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me. He rolled off me ,mye became blurry.. "I love you Michael"I told him exhaustedly. I thought he didn't hear me...I just fell into a deep slumber. "I love you Natty" I heard him say but I was already asleep.

It took one and half day before they arrived at the most populated city of the country—N City. N City is known for its countless trip destinations, commercial districts, residential, logistics area, and many more. People used to call this place jack of all trades, because this is a city that seems to be so complete. Everything can be seen here, and people used to love this place so much. But that was before. When the outbreak happened, this place became one of the largest cesspool of undead, just like T City.

Harper, the owner, clean up the lot in exchange for $10 and a free ticket for her and Miranda to that night’s show, but she’d already seen The Goonies twice and Miranda said Cocoon was about old people so they never stayed for the second feature. The back of the movie screen pressed against the woods that brushed against the town. Smiths Hollow was the name of her town, and Lauren had always liked the name because it reminded her of Sleepy Hollow. She and her dad used to watch that cartoon every year on Halloween, Ichabod and Mr. Toad. Even though Ichabod’s name came first in the title, the Sleepy Hollow story was actually secon

Recluse. The hour had grown late as Mrs. Belfry slipped out of her house and onto the square. She passed the fountain, the now empty market, and Pete’s Sweets candy shop, which was closed for the night. Just northwest of the center of town lay Lilith’s Hollow’s own cemetery. A thick fog perpetually hung over the grounds, which at night took on a mysterious and eerie glow. The witch knew the fog was created by the restless ghosts that populated the old boneyard but continued on despite her strong revulsion of all spirits.

I was thankful for the buzz that came on as it helped distract me from how awkward I felt in Luke’s presence. The late-August full moon was glowing above the lake, making the water sparkle. At least a hundred werewolves from our pack had come to say goodbye to Luke and a few of his fellow warriors who would be leaving on a mission the next day. It was a mix of older high schoolers, such as Lucy and me, and young warriors who trained and patrolled with Luke and his friends. Our pack was a community of about forty-five hundred werewolves located deep in the woods of northern Vermont, where humans didn’t normally venture, a heavily forested area surrounded by mountains.

Through the grime I glimpse the pinks and reds and purples of painted lilacs. The door opens. The sewer troll who has opened it, wipes his face with an arm full of pustules. "Name!" he demands. More pustules ooze from his heavy brow. Be charming, I tell myself. "I am Silvia the Ironwolf," I say, "I am new in Loop City and have come to pay my respects to your queen." He eyes me. "You're not new," he says, "Been here around four years by my reckoning."

It was Ivan Holloway! THE IVAN HOLLOWAY Holloway empire. The second largest organization in the United States, and the fifth largest in the world! I had seen his face on Forbes and the news more times than I cared to count! And Tehilah? He was my sister's idol. Tehilah was into real estate herself, and this man, the man I was standing in front of, owned the largest and most successful real estate company in the United States of America. What kind of luck had smiled upon me today?

Chapter 18 – Hyacinth The golden hues of morning seeped through the curtains, dust particles swirling lazily in the sunlight. I lay there, motionless, trying to make sense of the storm raging inside me. Every brush of the sheets against my bare skin felt like a whisper of his touch, a phantom reminder of the night that had unraveled everything. Silas’s arm draped across my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. His breath was steady against the nape of my neck, a soft rhythm that somehow grounded me and terrified me at the same time.