Whoville Novels & Stories

She looked over her shoulder and pulled it out onto the street. "Ha, ha. Very funny." She shrugged. "Again, I have my moments." She turned expertly down roads and he sat back and enjoyed watching the scenery pass by. Snow still covered the ground, sparkling in the morning sunlight. Patches of snow set on the evergreens, creating the perfect Christmas card. No wonder Christmas Cove was the Christmas capital of the United States. Before long, they were in the town square. They passed by Santa's Workshop, a toy store, and Santa's Café. Then she pulled to a stop in front of his parents' Christmas tree lot.

Maybe! Later, ready to enjoy the day, he drove them to the quaint little town of Mystic, ten minutes away from their cottage. They visited the Mystic Seaport Museum, a Historic Whaling Village from the 1800s, that had many attractions indoors and outdoors, with incredible sights and tours of historic ships. Afterwards, they visited the Mystic Aquarium, where Eva loved the up-close-and-personal encounters with the sea mammals like Beluga whales, sea lions, penguins, and more.

Kevin mocked. “I’m also not feeling well since earlier, I was thinking where there is a vacation place called Dreamworld. But I think it’s a new recreation place like on Singapore Island. Or like Astro World in America, it’s also called dream world. So it’s like a kind of dream place. Eh, it turns out to be a dreamland. I don’t mind if I’m only invited to sleep, I’d rather sleep with Fanny than with you,” Jonathan said at length.

You name it. The girls especially love being around humans. They’re fascinated by them. By how they live without heightened senses. By how disjointed their communities can be. I think the girls find humans a little scary—like watching lions at the zoo. This time, we stopped in St. Louis, Missouri. The Gateway Arch, Grand Hall Light Show, Forest Park, the Wheel, the aquarium, the zoo, the Grand Center Arts District—there was so much to do. And the food. My favorite part of any trip.

She still could not believe she was in Colter's world. Colter's confession about him not being a human and that he came from a world called Howard, seemed like a long time ago. Vida felt she was living right out of a fairytale. Who knew there existed another world with people who had super powers and could fly? Howard was nothing like Earth. The luscious greenery was something else here. Vida immediately knew just by looking at the flowers, they were magical. The air was different too. It was sweeter. Or maybe she was just used to the contaminated air of the Hudson River.

[Gabriel's POV] As the cab brought me closer to Willowvale, my heart quickened with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia. This small town, tucked away in the embrace of vast woods, was where I had spent my formative years. It held the echoes of childhood laughter, secret adventures, and the stories of my ancestors who had blended seamlessly with the unknowing humans who shared this space.

It was full of forests and wildlife, something that was wholly absent in the bustling city of Anemond. It was already noon when we finally arrived to a place Kaleb informed me was called Vlokwell. It was a large city, resembling Anemond, but with much fewer people. The streets weren’t even remotely bustling, and there were half as many tall buildings. I was taken aback by the architecture. Everything was all white and gray brick, giving it a sort of gloomy, wintery feeling.

It sounded almost like chubby and I had to hold my laughter so no one would ask me what was so funny and I wouldn’t be able to say it as I wouldn’t wanna hurt her feelings and then, they’d think I was crazy. It was already enough that Magnus thought I was some sought of psychopath. Didn’t need any more people thinking the same. I grinned, enjoying the playful banter. I had never had the opportunity to have a conversation like this before. “Hey, it’s a real place, I swear! The capital city is Glitterville, and the national animal is the sparkly squirrel.” One of the maids, a quiet brunette, spoke up. “I think I’ve heard of Sparkle land... isn’t it near Rainbow Kingdom?”

And then she was gone. No scent. No trail. Just vanished. I stood in the clearing for a long time, my hands trembling, breath fogging the air. And in the far distance, I heard it. The lullaby. Not from Vyre. From the forest. The next cursed encampment was deep beneath the hollowed cliffs to the east—once a Frostwillow sacred site, now desecrated. I slipped between shadows, using every ounce of Blackmoor stealth my father taught me. When I reached the cliffs, I found them sleeping in strange formations—wolves twisted into unnatural shapes, curled beside carved bone totems and blood-lit candles.

“There’s only seven and a half million citywide, including the boroughs. Perhaps the good Mayor needs some assistance with his calculations. Where’s Mr. Whalen when he’s needed?” Andrew’s head tipped back with his laughter. “That man won't be of an iota of assistance. Besides, he's still grousing over the paving on the route to the World of Tomorrow.” “Couldn’t have happened to a nicer fellow,” Evelyn chuckled. “They’re only here a few hours. What’s our schedule then?” **