Smiling Critters Halloween Novels & Stories

I say, slowly moving towards him, he smiles lowering the gun putting it by his side. "See I knew you'd finally come to your senses, now don't worry I won't hold his over your head, I know it was these horrible people again" he smiles, as I get closer I see a man slowly walking behind Anthony, looking closer I realise it's ink! "When we get home we'll start decorating for Christmas, you'll like that won't you Ameli-" he smiles, but before he could finish his sentence he's smacked around the head with something, he immediately drops to the floor while my arm is grabbed and I'm pulled backwards.

Abby and Janet were already there, giggling over something on Abby’s phone. "Finally!" Abby said as they sat down. "We were just talking about the Halloween party!" "Yeah?" Trixie asked, happy to focus on something lighter. "We’re going as M&Ms," Janet announced with a grin. "You’re still red, right, Trixie?" "Sure," Trixie smiled. "Classic leader color."

I needed an assistant, and I knew Hunter would be all too happy that it was someone from his pack. But before I could offer her anything, I had to speak to him first. We found the box of decorations and Miss Sally’s old lab skeleton she kept around specifically for Halloween and dragged it all out to the front of the store. We waved at the people walking by as we set up and started to build the window scene. It was nice to have the company to help me and by the time we were done and stood back to look at our creation I was feeling happy.

Eldon said with an ugly smile on his face. "HEK!" "HEK!" "HEK!" and the repulsive pet on Eldon's shoulders laughed in tune with its master's word. This brought shivers down everybody's spine as an immortal breath was barely concealed on not one but four tiny magical beasts on the bodies of this group of people. "BOOM!" a huge body rolled rapidly, only to stop in front of Eldon. "Hello there, master. Do you want me to help you up?" Eldon asked with the same ugly smile.

When Emmet answered that his favourite colour was now red, Jasper admitted that his own was now blue. When Emmet had given Halloween as his favourite holiday, explaining to Jasper that it was when people placed decorations of pumpkins and bats outside their homes and give costumed children sweets when they approach and that it was a celebration of death and all the spooky things in the shadows, the spirits of people long dead finally returning to their families, and the oncoming harshness of winter.

'Stay here' never made it out. "Oh, right!" I perked up. "I don't even know your name." His voice dropped, rough. "I don't have one. But... if you want, you can give me one." I scrunched up my face, thinking. "That's a big deal. Lemme give it some real thought." In the dark, I saw it—just barely. The corner of his mouth... lifted slightly, revealing fangs. The Chat Feed blew up. [Wait—did he just smile? Darkblood Count SMILED.]

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.

A burst of blinding light shone through the clouds, then Britannia and Camille appeared. "Happy Halloween, we have treats for all!" Camille announced, with a wave of her hand, causing spiders and other creepy crawlies to scatter across the ground. Turning the grass yellow as they spat acid on it. "Wow, this is so cool.'' A little vampire boy, dressed as a vampire hunter, clamoured. "What is Halloween without witches, right?" Camille laughed. "You are not welcomed here." Jessie hissed up at her. "Now, now, little vampire girl. We are here for the party. I don't know why our invitations always seem to get lost in the mail." Camille waved a hand, but whatever she did, didn't work.

Lola burst out laughing, “My god why can I visualize this completely?” Laela was rolling over the floor laughing at this point, “You should have seen Deborah’s face. I think that was the moment she realized Noah was not the God she envisioned.” Lola wiped a tear from her cheek, “Speaking of getting scared maybe that will help us transform. How about we wait till it’s dark and then we take turns scaring each other.” Laela shook her hand, “Sounds like a plan that requires booze.” Lola grinned, “You really are a woman to my heart you know that?”

After the carving, we moved on to decorating the rest of the apartment. We taped construction paper bats all over the hallway walls. Abby stood on a chair to stick a "BOO!" banner over the bathroom door. William helped me string orange and purple fairy lights around the window, carefully untangling them first while Abby kept handing him the plugs and yelling, "Try now! Try now!" The living room table was soon covered in fake spiderwebs, which I tried to drape artistically, but ended up looking like a very confused cotton ball exploded. We filled a plastic bowl with wrapped candy—mostly chocolate bars and gummy worms—and put it near the door for any trick-or-treaters. Abby added some googly-e