All Creepypasta Characters Novels & Stories

The characters I had freed in the library started to crawl out of the writer's other notebooks. The Mafia King, the Werewolf Alpha, and the Dark Queen they were all here. They were small, only six inches tall, but they were angry. They swarmed over the writer, their tiny swords and claws glinting in the desk lamp's light. "No! Stop! I’m your mother!" the writer screamed, swatting at them. "You’re our prison!" the Queen yelled, stabbing her in the hand. I grabbed Elle and headed for the bedroom door. I didn't want to see what the characters did to her. I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of this house.

He guides us into the living room where the two dudes from the front door were sat on one of the sofas. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Freya and little Amelia" he smiles as we come to a stop in the centre of the room, the two guys look over wide eyed at me than back at Anthony "Freya these are my friends John and Aidan" he smiles pointing at the guys from behind me, wait that's more names! I have to remember a bunch of names to give to the police after this is all over, should I start writing them in a notebook? That would mean I need a notebook and a place to hide it.

Almost a washed out, like he has been around too long, and his eyes have lost their luster. When he forces a smile, I notice several teeth missing and one cracked in the front before he closes his mouth while waiting for me to do something. As the two of us stand there in this awkward moment, I speak up and answer, “I am Jason Hathaway. I believe you have heard of me, but it isn’t what you think. I am not a serial killer but rather I have been afflicted with the same thing you have and that wasn’t a red-haired woman but merely a creature that feeds on us to exist that attacked you yesterday.” I can only assume he doesn’t know what to say, because the next minute he just opens his mouth an

Her accent was so thick, it was difficult for Jo to understand. “It’s a crocodile vampire,” Brandon explained. “Holland used to make all sorts of crazy shifter creatures.” “That sounds… horrible,” Pamela said. “Have you ever seen one?” “No, but my dad and Jo’s mom ran into one a long time ago. Cadence killed it,” Brandon said. “Let’s hope we don’t run into anything like that,” Daniel said. “Or anything worse,” Jo said under her breath.

My eyes closing and sleep taking over me. Once again the faces of my past haunted my dreams. Only this time I could place each one by name. Mum, Dad, Lilith, Lucas, Darren, Lucifer, and the last face was the scariest of them all, the man who came for my mother. Lucien, my Uncle.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

Probably because it involved the touch of a stranger's mouth to your body. That kind of life just didn't sound appealing to Charlotte. She enjoyed learning about the history of the vampires and the places that they lived in. Just as she enjoyed traveling to old little towns like Willow Creek and exploring its history. There wasn't a thrill in her mind to being sucked on by a person who was likely hundreds of years old. Even if most of them were impossibly lovely to look at. Charlotte hadn't met one vampire yet that ever convinced her that signing up with an agency would be a good idea.

] [Poltergeist: My whole world just got wrecked! [The Hungry Dead: Forget this food. Lemme hug Granny for safety!] I snickered at their dumbstruck faces and slowly made my way down. “Look at yourselves! Why are you all hanging around here? Get on with your business! “Chloe, keep that coat on. Don’t catch a cold! Hungry boy, are you hungry again? Come on, let’s head downstairs. I’ll fix you some hot pickled cabbage soup! “And you!” I pointed at the poltergeist.

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn Main Characters: Nora Carver pronunciation: NAWR-ə KAHR-vər Caelum Hawthorne pronunciation: KAL-əm HAW-thawrn Lucien Nerezza pronunciation: LUY-SYEHN neh-RET-tsah Elias Everley pronunciation: ee-LIE-əs EHV-ə-lee Werewolf Staff: Shara Boudin pronunciation: SHAHR-uh boo-dan Mykala Davis pronunciation: MY-kuh-luh DAY-vis

it depended on other threads that it was better the snow-haired guy never knew about. Melia took a bite of the last toast, and while doing so, she saw her right hand, and on it was the mark of two large black horns with red tips that radiated what she recognized as... they were, they were... The faces of the people the one she considered an angel had cried for. The people whose bodies weren't found... Only their faces were, faces with blank eyes and open mouths, a black void in the background. You could even see their souls in distress, begging to escape from that freezing place. This couldn't get any worse. Skalliet had them, had them locked up, bound, waiting for someone to come for them.