Novel & Cerita Bloody Painter Creepypasta

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

Laura gasped, retching as the strong scent of blood filled the room. The figure which came out of the room had hair scattered across her face and her hands, blooded. “Who are you?” she demanded, not moving where she stood. “I should be asking you that,” the blooded figure questioned back. Laura's head tilted back in surprise. “Whose blood is that?” She licked her fingers, smirking. “I'm thinking, yours soon.” Creeped out, Laura screamed. “What! Who the hell are you! Guards!”

I stepped on something wet. I froze. A cold shiver climbed my spine. “Hold on,” I whispered. Blinky groaned. “Oh my God, I said I'm not...” “Blinky,” I said urgently, “STOP.” He paused, irritated. “Okay WHAT is it now?” I turned on my phone flashlight. What I saw made my stomach twist painfully. Blood. Fresh. A pool of it. “Blinky,” I choked out, “it’s blood. Fresh blood.” His face drained instantly.

"That I have secret fangs and will drain every drop of blood from you like a vampire?" "Was that... your attempt at humor?" I arched an eyebrow. Was this fucker reading my mind? If yes... I couldn't risk a single thought around him. "No—was it yours when you painted Penelope's Obsession? Pretty sure she wasn't handing that vampire her blood—it was her soul he slowly bled dry." I froze. He... he knew that painting? That was one of my earliest works, barely noticed outside a small circle. How the hell did he...?

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

Bastian asks. "Come with me, now." I lead him up to my room. I enter my room. "Since the day it happened, I've only seen one thing. A pair of glowing red eyes. It haunted my nightmares until a series of hypnosis managed to lock the beast away. Until now...." I remove the cloth from the painting I painted a few days ago. "This came to me the day of the pool party." Bastian walked up to the painting slowly. "This was the monster I saw that day." I held myself.

My eyes are getting blurry, covered in my own tears. ‘What am I supposed to do, Mom?’ Water droplets rained down on my tiny body, lying limp on the asphalt. He’s right in front of me. His blood-red eyes lit up in the dark. The devil’s smile is disguising by the torrent of rain. His icy hands were outstretching around my neck. My heart is beating fast. I wanted to escape, but my legs couldn’t move. The blood-sucking creature brought his face closer. ‘Help me...’

“Nightmare again?” I nodded, still trying to breathe. “Yeah.” Rhea crawled right into bed beside me without hesitation. “God, I thought we were past this phase. Please tell me it wasn’t blood again.” My throat tightened. “It was worse.” She blinked. “Define worse.” “I was painting.” That silenced her. Even Elias, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, went still. “Shit,” Rhea whispered, drawing her knees up under the blanket. “Like real painting? The creepy, possessed-style stuff? Full-on creepy gallery girl mode?”

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.