Talisman Halloweentown Novels & Stories

Inside lay a heavy embossed card, silver ink gleaming in the script. “The Halves invite you. Midnight. East Tower Room 5.” I read it three times, feeling my chest tighten further each time. The Halves? I’d heard the name whispered in Herbal Theory, muttered by seniors in the lunch line, written in jagged pen on bathroom stalls: THE HALVES ARE WATCHING. Talia’s grip on my wrist tightened painfully. “Zara. Tell me you’re not thinking about going.” I blinked at her. “What are The Halves?”

With the bright light that strayed Into the darkened place Slowly, I stepped into space Of glorious gist It was a sight to see For roots came down From the height over my head The flowers too seemed To have capped the lines of the muddy horizon It was funny because the sky was brown and not blue Still a beautiful hue And I saw more people dressed in their best Walking out of their hide It was a delight To finally Not be alone in the case That offered no chase From a sibling And no embrace from the family That I missed, I set aside my sorrow And swayed with the music That tuned in the night of Halloween As the clock strikes Thirteen Everyone cheered in mirth They voiced together Loud synch of

“Even without a Mask Artifact, they can’t see me.” I keep digging. My fingers brush slick paper. A brochure. DRIFTWOOD RETREAT: ISLAND OF MYSTERIES! Seeking a thrill? Our nights are alive with beautiful monsters and haunting melodies. Satisfy your curiosity! “Ooh, looking at the brochure again?” Jenna plucks it from my hands, her eyes sparkling. “This is what sold us, remember? We saw this and knew we had to come! Perfect for our stream!” I take it back, smooth the creases. “You really think it’s all real? The monsters?”

And just when he or she was about to dig their sharp fangs into Axion's neck, Phoenix jerked up, breathing heavily. Thinking it was a nightmare, she heaved. But looking up to the bed, her eyes dilated in horror on seeing the same figure trying to bite Axion's neck. It was the Princess of Terror! " Stop what you're trying to do! " Phoenix halted her, standing up. The Princess of Terror turned immediately and was more than shocked to see Phoenix. And just when she was about to vanish, Phoenix held her hand and they both ended up vanishing together...

I made my way between the cars towards the back of the building. “You know this is a special night, don’t you?” Wisps of fake fog curled and puffed off the stage as he strutted back and forth. “Halloween. All Hallows? I can tell ya it means a lot more than just stuffing fun-size Snickers in your face. Tonight’s the night the world of the dead overlaps with the world of the living. That means if you’re ever going to see a ghost, tonight’s your night!

“It needs us.” Together, they placed the disk in the gate’s center. The stone flared. Magic roared through the room like wind, howling down the corridor. Then the gate opened. What lay beyond wasn’t a chamber. It was a sanctum — a temple lost to time. Starlight glowed from the ceiling, even though no sky pierced the stone above. At its center: a dais carved with twin wolves, one silver, one obsidian, facing each other with bared teeth and interlocked tails.

She kept laughing and walked back to the line. "That was not funny," Willow said to her and kept moving. "Give yourself a break Willow, you are just too pessimistic. It ain't cool" They continued walking until they got to open space. There was not a single soul there as the place looked deserted. "I do not know about you guys! But I think this place is creepy! What kind of a Halloween show would make us suffer this much?!" Hazel was frustrated. "Or, is this another puzzle we have to solve?" Willow inquired as she started looking at her ticket.

For this town is special, and its citizens terrifying. Mrs. Hagatha Belfry stepped out of her front door and onto the porch with a cup of tea in hand. Throughout the town, even though it was winter and snowy in the surrounding wood, autumn leaves sprouted from every limb of every branch of every tree, and the fallen leaves were replaced by new leaves overnight. Lilith’s Hollow is graced by the autumn season all year round, thanks to a witch’s spell from one who lived in town long before Mrs. Belfry’s centuries of residency there. After all, this was the town that Halloween built. Mrs. Belfry, along with all of the werewolves, zombies, mad doctors, monsters, ogres, and more mythical creatures

STREET 666, House of Lamentation. Wow. Dude, this screams demon on so many levels. Matilda tapped the mailbox, her jaws cackling as her dangling eyes swayed merrily. “Welcome to your dorm house, girlie.” The clapping of the thunder around the gloomy castle gave-off a Halloween vibes. Cent realized that the hill where the castle was located was the only place on the island constantly shrouded with dark clouds and zaps of lightning. No amount of sunlight was able to penetrate the hill where the Halflings resided.

Talis breaks off when Hallee has a coughing fit. Nathan’s eyes narrow with suspicion at the suddenness of her attack when she doesn’t even have her fork in her hand anymore, so she can’t be choking on anything she’s eaten. “So, what do you say?” Talis asks, drawing my attention back to her. I take a second to scan the address. It isn’t familiar, but I know what general area to head in, the most remote part of Hardin. “I guess I can go.” “Great. He’s expecting you now.”