Samhain Stories

When seven ghostly sins invade Hogwarts on Hallowe'en, everyone blames Linus Peregrine. To clear his name, he must uncover the truth behind the Cursed Vaults, his family's curse, and the secrets his own mind has buried. Date written (Initial Drafting); October 30th, 2024 to June 15th, 2025 (re-edited multiple times and finalized on March 30th, 2026 August 11th, 2025 to March 30th 2026 (on Wattpad) number one tag charts ranking #1 "very" charts #1 - "wandlore" charts (2/17/26-) #1 - "rowankhanna" (2/17/26) #1 - "verygood" (2/17/26) #1 - "haywood" (2/17/26) #1 - "cursedvault" (2/17/26) #1 - "samhain" (2/17/26) #1 - "jacobsibling" (2/17/26) #1 - "wandlore" (2/17/26) #1 - "post-battleofhogwarts" (2/17/26-) #1 - "slughorn" (2/4/26) #1 - "harrypotterhogwartsmystery" (1/4/26) week of 3/8/26 - top ten ranking in 17 minor tap charts - 25th in "seven deadly sin" tag chart and 9th in the tag chart for "sin" (later a number 1 at the week of 3/28/2026)

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖆𝖒𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞. FOR ROLEPLAYING PURPOSES ONLY. PROPERTY OF PRAECANTATIO RPH.

En conmemoración a las celebraciones por el día de brujas, Reino Naranja les trae esta mágica proposición. ¿Qué esperas para participar de las festividades?

A young boy watches the clock tick until it strike midnight. This young boy lost the person he cared the most, his elder sister. Tonight, when the clock strike midnight, and Samhain is upon the village, he will finally have the answer to his lifelong question. This is the backstory of an Original Character of mine called Gabzryel David Summerfield, from my novel trilogy, The Shadow Paradigm. I wrote this after seeing an Halloween marathon, filled with gory movies. I don't know what is the fascination with the modern and violent way of seeing Halloween; few seem to remember the original meaning of Halloween. For those familiar with Celtic folklore, Halloween, or Samhain, was the day when the veil between our world and the spirit worlds opened, and the spirit of those who died could once more walk upon the land that they used to know. I was always fascinated by this Celtic's belief; I found it bittersweet that spirits could, for one day each year, visit their families and give them a sign that everything was allright in the spirit world. Of course, there were a few evil spirits, but nothing like the modern world spread as the norm. There were no evil Leprechauns, or Gremlins, or Halloween creatures. Just dead members of families who crossed the veil to visit their family and say "Hi!". So, just to break the new tradition of Halloween stories, here is my take on the original meaning of the Samhain Holiday. And, of course, the explanation of one of the motives behind Gabzryel's eccentric life.

Is there a Christian origin to Halloween? If so, could we celebrate Halloween as how the secular world celebrates it? What's the outlook of a few conservative Christian ministries about celebrating Halloween? Read more...

Just some short headcanons for my favorite slasher girl because she needs some love and attention :3

Little Halloween poems.

Sheryl, a descendant of the Salem witches, finds herself transported back to 1692 during the Salem witch trials after accidentally releasing the spirit Samhain in a library archive. Accused of being a witch, Sheryl is imprisoned and nearly burned at the stake. With help from a young girl named Sarah, Sheryl escapes into the woods...

'The Passing Bell', ONC2022 The Passing Bell" is based on Prompt 62: The old man you've been taking care of at the hospital has passed on. And in their will, you've been given their Wiltshire mansion. It's your first day in the house but something seems off; and, Prompt 65: You were told if you find a bell in the woods to never ring it, or you will be cursed! While hiking deep in the forest, you-literally-stumble across a bell. The title comes my checking on the use of bells in England in older times. Bells gave information. i.e., summoning to church, or announcing a death (knell). A passing bell was rung to call a curate to a person about to die. The death bell was rung when the person died. The funeral bell (formerly lych or corpse bell) was rung for the funeral. Two bells appear in this story: Hydd's bell, and St. Duncan's bell. April Waverly cared for Drew Ramsey the last few years of his life. He leaves her his Wiltshire farm, Oakton, in his will. However, there are conditions: 1) she must live at Oakton continuously until Ostara; 2) she may not marry or have a relationship until the month after Ostara; 3) Ramsey's religfious group, the Pelham Druids, must be allowed to worship at the King's Oak until Ostara; 3) she must attend the seasonal festivals of the Pelham druids until Ostara in place of Drew; and, 4) she must maintain Oakton as is until Ostara.

Brenda's career and marriage are both going great and she hasn't had any visions or supernatural experiences for nearly three years. Will this calm interlude last or will she again confront the dark unseen forces threatening our world? This is the third of my Halloween/ Samhain Trilogy beginning with "The Last Trick or Treaters" and continued in "The Air Siren."

**this is the first time I've had to even consider a title so forgive me** Darby is an outcast to the village of Deneui. Samhain approaches, he's not sure if he's going to go to the festival. Astrid is the sole heir to the Harlow estate. She struggles to conform to the mold her parents have set before her. Romance, heartbreak, disappointment and adventure lie before them.

A short Halloween story. A vision of the future or an evil prank by devilish spirits? You decide. This is the first in a trilogy of Halloween/Samhain stories with the same main character, Brenda, who is thirteen at the time this story takes place. The second story in the trilogy is "The Air Siren," which takes place ten years later. The third story in the trilogy is "The Gate Crasher," which takes place almost three years after the events of "The Air Siren."

Think Hallowe'en is an American idea? Think again.

In 1661 Scotland, sorcery is punishable by death. But that's never kept Kinnaird from the Witching Wood, where five witches were cursed to live as trees. One day, after accidentally awakening them, he finds a girl in their place-a girl whose body they now inhabit.

Aveline thought she knew a lot of things. She thought she had a twin sister. She thought she lost her sister just before their 14th birthday, when they were attacked in the woods. She thought she was a normal teenager with a normal story, just trying to find her way as she graduated college. She was wrong on all counts. And as the truth slowly revealed itself to her in surprising ways, she found herself more confused than ever.

This piece isn't fiction, though it speaks in the voice of story. It's a remembrance - for a people, a language, and a landscape that survived centuries of conquest and silence. My bloodline traces through those hills and borders, through families who lost their homes, their words, and their songs - yet somehow kept the flame alive. Celtic culture has too often been turned into costume, myth into merchandise. This writing is my way of giving it back its heartbeat. Every name, every god, every season we once marked with fire still belongs to us. May this be read not as bitterness, but as love - fierce, remembering love. For those who were silenced, and for those still learning to speak again. We are not relics. We are flame. And the flame still speaks our names.

Hi!! This is just to have a sense of community in Celtic Paganism and Pagan holidays, it's pretty much a layout of my Grimoire <3 it's the first one I've done so I don't know if it's any good

When the veils are at their thinnest...