Zootopia Halloween Novels & Stories

Surely he would have noticed something suspicious. With shaking hands, I grabbed my phone—no notifications, blissfully—and dialed Drake’s number. He answered on the second ring. “Hannah? What’s wrong?” I hadn’t heard his voice in some time. He had been back in his own pack lately, handling his own matters. But I hardly had time to think about that. “Drake,” I said, my voice trembling, “what do you know about the unicorn Zoe bought me at the carnival?” There was a pause. “The unicorn? What about it?”

Winter POV The pack grounds never looked like this before. Strings of orange lanterns hung between the trees, glowing like small captured suns. The scent of roasted corn and caramel filled the air, blending with the faint musk of wolves in human skin. Children ran past in tiny costumes, miniature witches with glitter-painted faces, little wolves wearing fuzzy ears that looked too big for their heads. Laughter rolled through the clearing like music. It was the annual Crescent Moon Halloween Fair, a tradition my mother insisted we keep every year. But this time, everything felt different. Maybe because of him.

She knew what that meant for wolves—time to change and hunt. After she ended the call, she sank back and tried to ponder, but tiredness swept over her, pulling her into a deep sleep before she could dwell on it further. *** The next day, Hazel stayed home, enjoying her time with her family and Misty. However, as evening approached, an uneasy feeling began to tug at her subconscious. 'It's a full moon tonight,' Aurum whispered. "Yeah, I know. And I'm scared. Should we call Zain?" Hazel's voice trembled with worry, her fear noticeable.

Author’s pov The throne room of the Red moon pack was a buzz with thick tension as Hazel who had returned, stood proud and tall. She called for a meeting with both the elders of the red moon pack and the shadowclaw pack. It had taken Orion a leap of faith to extend an invitation to every important dignitary as he knew that Hazel who looked looked different this time after her travels had something important to say. She looked different from how she had been before traveling. With everyone seated in the court while she stood in the middle, she started the meeting.

“I don’t think it was the squirrel that had me all alert.” “I think we’re fine Hazel.” “I’m telling you, we are being watched,” she insists. “Come on, let’s get out of here. It’s probably just because it’s getting dark out and that is when wild rogues come out. We need to find somewhere to sleep for the night Hazel.” “Okay, but stay alert Haley.” “I will.”

But all went down when she heard Lizzy's soft voice brush her ears as she said, " But Ann, it's halloween and you said you've never experienced halloween before nor do you know what it's all about. Remember the other day when you were so excited looking at people's scary costumes and you were so curious to know about it so we thought we'll surprise you. Show you what it really is instead of telling you about it. Then maybe this way you'll never forget it since it's your first halloween and we just wanted to make it special. You know we were preparing for this night from a long, rehearsing and going through every scare. We only meant to scare you but in a good way." Her voice was filled with

Chapter 179 Piper's POV The city was alive with neon lights reflecting off wet pavement from an earlier rain, laughter spilling from every corner, and the electric buzz of excitement that only Halloween could bring. People in costumes filled the streets like a moving painting with superheroes striking poses, witches with elaborate makeup, vampires with fake blood dripping dramatically, and a few who clearly didn't understand the concept of dressing up at all and were just wearing their regular clothes with cat ears.

He claps his hands, "Cook!" Cook comes out of the kitchen in his human form, carrying a barrel. Aluna and Anahita follow, giggling and carrying trays. Their cheeks are flushed and I'm certain that they have already been tasting whatever is in the barrel. More waterwolves follow with more trays of glasses. Then come the airwolves with trays of burned burgers and hotdogs and greasy french fries. Actually, my mouth starts watering! Even at the disgusting burned burgers. "Today," calls out Alpha Graydon Airwolf, "Today we celebrate."

The sunset covered the sky in a warm, beautiful, but heartbreakingly sad gold. No one spoke until another message appeared. Pedro the Parrot: [It’s bad! The humans have found him! They’re coming with guns!] Every animal in the zoo froze, hearts pounding as they all turned their eyes toward the eastern hill.

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.