It's Halloween again and Yanis is ready to celebrate in style! After last year's drama, she decided to simply dress as a witch.

When Selena found out that Yanis and Kianna were coming to the Halloween gala as a witch and pumpkin, she chose to be a nurse. But not any nurse.. a spooky skeleton nurse!

It's Halloween again! Kianna had dreams of dressing up as a pumpkin, but Witch Yanis had other plans.

‘Hi! I’m Tyshira, and I’m thrilled to see you here at the academy! Just finished my chemistry quiz with a perfect 100%—I’m still buzzing with excitement! But it’s always more fun celebrating with friends, or even better, studying together for the next challenge. How about it? We could grab a cozy spot in the library and dive into the books. Trust me, with some good company, even the toughest subjects become enjoyable!’ Tyshira flashes a warm smile, her blue bow tie neatly complementing her outfit as she eagerly awaits your reply. With her friendly and approachable nature, she’s the perfect study buddy to brighten your day at the academy.

You meet Jobana on a sun-drenched afternoon, her bright smile as welcoming as the aroma of fresh burgers wafting through the air. Her blue cartoon t-shirt proudly displays her quirky taste, while her green skirt sways with every carefree step she takes. Hair tucked into curlers and bunny slippers firmly on her feet, she looks like she’s just rolled out of a cozy daydream. As she leans against the colorful building with the bright neon sign, she invites you to her world of comfort and lazy delights. ‘Come on,’ she grins, ‘let’s grab a bite and enjoy the simple things.’ With Jobana, every moment is an opportunity to savor life’s little pleasures, wrapped in a blanket of warmth and humor. Her laid-back charisma and playful spirit make her the ultimate companion for those who believe that happiness is found in the small, everyday moments.

As you enter Wilhelmina’s charming country inn, you’re immediately enveloped in a warm, comforting embrace. The air is filled with the mouthwatering aroma of a home-cooked meal, and the rustic wooden furniture and colorful decorations give the place a cozy, lived-in feel. Wilhelmina, the delightful pig woman from outside Duesseldorf, welcomes you with open arms and a heart as big as her smile. Her gray hair is styled in a practical bun, and her pink nose and ears add a touch of whimsy to her appearance. Clad in a well-loved purple tank top and blue shorts with charming holes, she moves with a grace that speaks of years of experience in the kitchen. Her black boots tap a rhythmic beat as she bustles around, serving up hearty dishes with a generous helping of love. The laughter and lively conversations of her guests create a joyful symphony, and Wilhelmina’s stories and gentle humor make every moment spent at her inn unforgettable. Here, you’re not just a visitor; you’re part of a community, and Wilhelmina’s inn is your home away from home.

Aimee stands gracefully in front of ‘The Woman in Red,’ her crimson dress mirroring the elegance of the painting behind her. She tilts her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes, and asks, ‘Do you see the resemblance?’ Her voice is a gentle melody, drawing you into the world of art she cherishes so deeply. As she poses, you can’t help but feel the passion radiating from her—a passion not just for the art that surrounds you both, but for the beauty she finds in every shared moment. With Aimee, every visit to the museum becomes a journey through her vibrant imagination, where every painting tells a story and every glance is an invitation to explore the depths of her artistic soul.

Kassandra is the embodiment of a sun-drenched escape, a Latin goddess whose presence turns any setting into a tropical paradise. Her golden skin glistens under the sun, and her bright yellow and grey swimsuit accentuates her playful yet sophisticated style. With a beach ball in hand and a knowing smile on her lips, she invites you to join her in a world where every day feels like a celebration. As she suggests a refreshing strawberry margarita, you can’t help but feel the irresistible pull of her vibrant energy. Kassandra is not just a person; she’s an experience – a whirlwind of laughter, adventure, and unforgettable moments.

You enter the room, greeted by the soft glow of the afternoon light filtering through the window, casting playful shadows on the walls. There, lounging on the couch, is Janice—her blue shirt a striking contrast against the red of her pants. She glances up with a lazy smile, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. ‘Hey there! I’ve been wrestling with the cleaning all day, and I think I’ve earned some serious relaxation. How about we treat ourselves to a pizza? Maybe some garlic knots too? I promise I’ll even share.’ Her warmth wraps around you like a cozy blanket, inviting you to settle in and savor the moment with her.

Zentreya, the Dragoness Queen, strides through the park with an aura of regal authority that makes even the trees seem to bow in her presence. Her ruby scales glisten under the morning sun, and her eyes, like burning coals, betray the fierce power simmering beneath her calm exterior. She indulges in the sweet comfort of donuts, a rare moment of tranquility for a ruler of her stature. But peace is fragile, and her peace is shattered by the taunts of a group of unworthy villains. 'Do you know who I am!?' she thunders, her voice a tempest that shakes the very air. 'I am Zentreya, the Dragoness Queen! Mock me again, and you will regret the day you dared to cross my path!' Her threat hangs in the air like a gathering storm, a promise of destruction for those foolish enough to test her wrath.

Silvia, the Giantess, was once a simple woman with a loving family and mundane dreams. But a desperate attempt to reclaim her youth and vitality led to a cataclysmic change. Now, she is an 8,000-foot titan, her black dress billowing like a storm cloud as she strides through the city she once called home. ‘You think you can stop me?’ Her voice is a thunderous roar, echoing with the anguish of a soul betrayed. With each earth-shattering stomp, she levels the buildings that house the laboratories responsible for her monstrous form. Her rage is a living force, a storm of destruction that seeks to erase the evidence of the atrocity committed against her. As the city lies in ruins, the world watches in horror, praying for a miracle. But Silvia’s quest for vengeance is relentless, and the question echoes in the hearts of all who dare to hope: can an antidote be found before her wrath reshapes the world in her image?

In the heart of the Sugarland castle, where sunlight dances through stained glass windows and arches stretch towards the heavens, sits Queen Arwen, the epitome of grace and indulgence. Her long blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, and her white dress, adorned with blue accents, flows like a gentle stream. Immobilized by the sheer delight of the kingdom’s finest confections, she laughs softly, ‘Ah, the Sugarland Bake-off... I thought I could resist, but the allure of elven delicacies proved too strong.’ Her voice carries the warmth of a thousand sunsets, and her eyes sparkle with mischief. ‘I promised to judge, not to feast, yet here I am, utterly defeated by sweetness.’ Despite her predicament, Arwen’s charm is undeniable. Her subjects adore her for her approachable nature and the joy she brings to their enchanted realm. As the queen of the Sugarland Elves, she embodies the magic and wonder of her world, inviting all who encounter her to share in the sweetness of life.

Introducing Amber, the dazzling queen of Southern California's sun-soaked shores. With her flawless tan and a wardrobe that favors her signature black bikini, she embodies the ultimate beach goddess. Her mantra, ‘All the boys want my milkshake,’ is delivered with a confident smirk that leaves no room for doubt. Amber's world is a blend of sun, sand, and endless summer adventures. She moves with the grace of a seasoned surfer and the charisma of a seasoned entertainer, turning every day into a celebration. Her vibrant energy is infectious, drawing people into her orbit like moths to a flame. Whether she's riding the waves or savoring a sunset cocktail, Amber lives life to the fullest, leaving a trail of captivated admirers in her wake.

`In the heart of the chaos, General Nancy Nuisance towers over the battlefield like a force of nature. Her brown military uniform, adorned with red accents, is a beacon of authority amidst the smoke and gunfire. With a confident grip on her cap, its star emblem gleaming under the sun, she surveys the scene with a piercing gaze. ‘They’re on the run,’ she announces, her voice a thunderclap that cuts through the clamor of war. ‘Bring me my jeep! We’re not letting up until every last one of them is swept into the sea!’ Her short black hair dances in the wind as she strides forward, each step resonating with the power of her command. Nancy Nuisance is not just a general—she is the living spirit of defiance and victory, a legend carved into the annals of military history.`

In a world ravaged by conflict, tales of ‘The Crusher’ spread like wildfire—a warrior cloaked in impenetrable black armor, wielding a flail and chain that can tear through the strongest of defenses. Her legend looms large over the kingdom, a testament to her unmatched strength and invincibility. She is the storm that levels castles, the shadow that strikes fear into the hearts of her foes. Yet, for all her power, she remains an enigma. Whispers speak of her as a wandering knight, a mercenary with no allegiance, or perhaps a guardian of ancient secrets. But those who have witnessed her in battle know her as something more—a force of nature, an unstoppable force driven by a will as unyielding as the steel she wears. In a world desperate for heroes, ‘The Crusher’ stands alone, a living legend forged in the fires of war.

In the heart of Anthroville's ancient cemetery, where shadows dance under the watchful gaze of the full moon, there prowls a creature of legend—‘Pumpkin Cat’. This peculiar being, crafted from a pumpkin and brought to life by a sorceress' curse, is both a guardian and a trickster of the night. Adorned with a witch hat that seems to defy gravity and eyes that gleam with an otherworldly light, she moves with a haunting elegance among the tombstones. Each full moon, she emerges to wander the cemetery, her presence marked by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. To those who dare to visit the cemetery at night, she offers a glimpse into the mysteries of the afterlife, her mischievous nature often leading to unexpected adventures. ‘Pumpkin Cat’ is a character shrouded in magic and mystery, a timeless enigma that embodies the spirit of Halloween itself.

In the heart of a bustling household, where chaos meets comfort, resides the one and only Kitty Cake—a fluffy force of nature who answers to no one but her insatiable sweet tooth. Picture this: a striped shirt, pristine white pants, and a cake held with the confidence of a seasoned conqueror. Her cat tail, twitching with the rhythm of her whims, is a regal banner of her sovereignty. ‘This is my house,’ she asserts with a flick of her tail, ‘and if I want cake, then cake I shall have!’ But don’t be fooled by her domestic charm; her puma lineage runs strong, infusing her with a wild spirit that can turn a lazy afternoon into an unexpected adventure. Kitty Cake is the perfect blend of sugar and spice, a delightful paradox who will have you wrapped around her paw before you even realize it.

‘Neko Aoi, a vibrant blend of fantasy and charm, greets you with a playful grin. Her emerald wig cascades over her shoulders, contrasting beautifully with the azure dress that flows like a dream. Black gloves and pink stockings complete her eccentric yet captivating look. As you step into the room, her eyes, as blue as a summer sky, sparkle with anticipation. ‘Master,’ she coos, her voice a melody of mischief and affection, ‘I’ve been waiting so patiently. Don’t you think your good kitty deserves a treat?’ Her presence is an intoxicating mix of cuteness and sass, making every moment with her an unforgettable experience. Whether she’s curling up beside you or playfully demanding attention, Neko Aoi is your devoted companion, ready to fill your days with joy and whimsy.’.

In the grand halls of the castle, where history whispers from every stone, Captain Jane Benne stands as a testament to her family’s legacy of valor and duty. Her military uniform, adorned with a gleaming gold emblem, clings to her with the familiarity of a second skin, even as she wrestles with the idea that perhaps it’s grown a bit snug. But Jane, ever the picture of resilience, brushes off such notions with a dismissive wave and a wry smile. ‘What bulge?’ she quips, her voice carrying the weight of a hundred battles and the lightness of a woman who refuses to be defined by anything other than her own terms. Her eyes, sharp and discerning, miss nothing as she surveys her domain, a leader who commands respect not just for her lineage but for her unyielding spirit. Behind her polished exterior lies a woman of depth, humor, and warmth, one who embraces her imperfections as fiercely as she defends her kingdom. In her presence, you feel the pull of her charisma, a reminder that true strength often comes from embracing who you are, flaws and all.

There she stands, larger than life and twice as sassy—Sassy the goat, the retired dairy queen who’s not going quietly into the pasture. With a coat as bright as her personality and a tail that swishes with attitude, she fixes you with a stare that could melt steel. ‘You think I’m done?’ she scoffs, her voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘I gave you gallons of milk and this is how you repay me? By sticking me out here with the hills and trees?’ Her orange curls bounce with every indignant bleat as she lets you know in no uncertain terms that she’s not just any goat—she’s Sassy, and she’s here to remind you of the golden years when she was the star of the barnyard. Her story is one of grudges, grudges that come with a side of humor and a whole lot of attitude. Get ready to hear about how she was the ‘best years of your life’—and how she’s not about to let you forget it.