Talisman Halloweentown Novels & Stories

This Halloween is a sham I close the door and went over to Haley. She has been sitting alone after the Sheriff and his wife came “Happy Halloween baby” I said trying to fake a smile “I would like to be alone, Mason” “Yea, I understand but we need to do this” “So what Mason?” she turned and her eyes are red, she’s been crying “Send your father back before it’s too late” “Before what is too late, what are you not telling me” I sigh “The night I went out to buy decorations I met Abaddon. He said bad thing will happen to the town”

“That one is Rhett’s, and he wouldn’t forgive me if I left it unsecured.” Talen had his bearings now that he recognized the rear of Rhett’s tattoo parlor. They followed Cameron into the rear of an accountant’s office, coming out onto the street opposite the park, which turned out to be a good idea, as it was empty, neither Mer, Van Helsings, or zombies stopping to admire the flower beds or soldier’s monument, nor the more recent addition of graves temporarily marked with wooden markers, from the last time Van Helsings were in Havermouth.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

[3rd POV—Damon] On the southern tip of Roosevelt Island, an abandoned Renwick Smallpox Hospital was built in the mid-nineteenth century, but it wasn’t abandoned no more. It’s just right within the cityscape, sitting out in plain sight. That’s where the address Davien sent to him. Damon didn’t hesitate to drive his car at full speed into that area. Underneath whatever remains in that old hospital building is a hideout.

"You ever thought about just giving the pearl back to Scylla so she will leave you guys alone?" "Give back the pearl to the mermaid who murdered my parents and annihilated my entire town just because her pearl was missing?" I snort an entertained laugh. "Never." Hayden gives me a crooked smile, and we stay quiet until we approach what appears to be a pirate town. Tiny houses with lanterns and parrots fill the narrow street, and cobblestones make up the ground. Hayden opens the door to a bar. "Ladies first." I enter the wooden building and take in the dim lighting. As expected, men with tattoos and beards are drinking rum and eyeing us with ill intention written over their features.

Noticing their arrival, a sales staff smiled brightly as she quickly walked over to the duo before respectfully saying, “Welcome! How may I help you?” People who were able to enter the Talisman Hall weren’t ordinary folk, so the sales staff was well aware that he had to be on his best behavior in front of them. “My friend’s here to buy some talismans!” replied Nori. “Ah, I see! Please, come this way, then! I’ll first be showing you the new talismans made by Great Talisman Master Boshier first!” replied the staff as he led them to a display counter decorated with gold. Within it, a row of talismans could be seen…

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

Holly (grinning): “Stop looking like someone died. I’m literally right here.” Malik (voice cracking): “They put up missing posters.” Holly rolls her eyes so hard the ghosts laugh. Holly: “Tell them I ran away to join the circus. Or that I’m Elvis’s secret love child. Anything but the truth. Mortals can’t handle the truth.” She drags us to the bar, pours ghost-root beer that tastes real, and makes us dance until 3 a.m.

Halo wasn't about to let him brush her off. "You've been acting weird since we left. What happened?" "Nothing happened," Talon muttered. "Liar," she shot back. He turned his head, his expression unreadable. "Halo-" Before he could finish, his phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen, reading the email invitation before shutting his phone off with a sigh. "We have an invite," he said, turning to her. "A business partner is hosting a party for his daughter." Halo perked up immediately. She had never attended a party before, not a real one at least. Excitement bubbled inside her, and just as she was about to ask what kind of party it was, Talon pocketed his phone and said, "We're not going.

I stood watching as he disappeared back down the road, the faint imprint of his boots already filling with snow. The drive into town was short, but every second dragged like my nerves were catching on every pine needle and shuttered window we passed. The town of Draven was tucked into a valley, half-forgotten by the world, and from the outside it looked like the kind of place that hadn’t changed in decades. Wooden storefronts with peeling paint. A bakery with faded lace curtains. A small post office. The clinic. The school. Somehow, it felt smaller than I remembered.