Talisman Halloweentown Novels & Stories

“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.

"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.

Regardless, with all that out of the way, the duo then quickly finished their coffee before heading off to the largest secret technique talisman sales center in Jaellatra, Talisman Hall. All the secret technique talismans in Jaellatra were made there, and the one responsible for crafting the more advanced ones went by the name of Boshier, the Great Talisman Master. Either way, upon completion, the talismans would then be placed in the Talisman hall where they would then be either auctioned or sold…

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."

I gasped. The hospital was on a hill. Below us, the city was a mess of grey buildings and traffic. But the sky wasn't blue or even grey. It was a deep, bruised **Purple**. And hovering over the tallest skyscraper in the distance was a massive, glowing red **"X"**. It looked like a scar on the world. "That's the 'Delete' icon," I whispered. "Yes," the woman said. "And it’s acting like a magnet. It’s pulling the 'Trash' of a thousand years into our reality. We call it the **Manifestation Event**."

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.

Sarah found herself haunted by visions fragments of the first priestess’s life, the Hollow’s origin, and a chilling revelation, the monster was once human, corrupted by a forbidden love and betrayal. As these memories merged with her own, she questioned everything she believed. John noticed the change. “You’re pulling away.” “I have to understand,” she said. “Or we’ll never win.” Their bond strained under the weight of secrets and impending doom. One evening, Elijah summoned them urgently. “The Hollow is awakening its true power,” he said gravely. “The final battle is near.” He handed Sarah a talisman, inscribed with ancient runes. “This will guide you to the heart of the Hollow but beware,

" 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.