11 Miles Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Author’s POV: Next day all was going good, classes were going on inspector Isaac and John and others were working in their police station. All of a sudden, the electric lights began trembling. The occurrence kept happening for ten to fifteen seconds and then it was ok. Some people got frightened and all got curious. “This happened after eleven years, the same as before”, Isaac told in presence of John and another officer. They looked at each other. Students of a class started whispering. Seeing that the lecturer ordered to stop and again began to give his lecture. Lusie looked her left-right and it was ok few persons there steered each other.

The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the emotions that came from it were too real. As she read, a gust of wind suddenly blew across the room, and the pages flipped. She was surprised, knowing that she had already closed everything. However, before she could even bother to worry about where that wind came from, she was already drawn to a section where the pages had landed. It was about a ceremony for the werewolf prince to choose his mate. The possible mates were all invited to their palace to participate in this very important event. After the ceremony, the prince would then take over the title of King.

Chapter One hundred and Twenty Nine Rated 18, it contains really explicit sexual language and scenes. Marriott was in a bad mood today being that 20 girls were kidnapped and none of the 19 That has been brought could even withstand his dick and some fainted and others died, and this is not good for business because he runs a monster /paranormals and humans sex trafficking agency and some monsters from Hades and some really terrifying men will be at Budapest for the orgy festival, now he has less than 100girls and he is in a very bad mood and very horny too.

He lifted a hand towards me, but it fell right down beside him. As I continued backing from him, I found myself in a strange environment. Worse, Clinton was nowhere to be found. The environment was scary and eerily quiet, and I would have assumed I was in a cemetery if not for the fact that I didn't see any graves. Instead, I saw creepy creatures crawling out of holes that I couldn't see until they were all out. They were disgusting to look at, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I wrapped my arms around me as I stared warily at them. One of them, which looked like it was heading towards where I stood, suddenly paused, and I got the feeling that it was watching me.

Add my low body weight to my anxiety and asthma issues and this five mile hike is quite the undertaking. After another uneventful thirty minutes of picking my way through the trees I come across a familiar clearing and I know I’ve only got a mile and half to go before getting to the cabin. I stay in the shadows trying my hardest to pick up on the scent of my pack mate turned weapon against me.

The creep that attacked me, the red ghoul. “I’m done being scared,” I said quietly. I stood. And walked towards the door. Time to face my fears. ***Author's Note*** Hello dear readers, here is a chapter I've been working on for a while. I'm sorry they are all coming late. A lot of things irl need my attention that makes it hard to write even if I wanted to. Also working and trying to get a masters scholarship. Wish me luck lol. Chapter soundtrack: Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

Before long, I was no longer satisfied with just touching her black stockings; my movements intensified. I pulled her black stockings apart, revealing her fair long legs. So fair and so soft! I had never seen such beautiful thighs before! I was completely captivated, like a beast, I pinned her down, tearing at her outfit frantically. Before long, the ground was covered with torn stocking pieces and our clothes. The tent was spacious, giving me enough room to move. From the bed to the ground, from the ground to the tent entrance, the entire tent was marked by our traces.