Blue's Clues Creepypasta Novels & Stories

My heart crashes into my chest. All my attempts to break free, to stop him, are useless. He bites into my neck and a gush erupts from me. I sink to my knees, my vision spiraling. Three shadows surround me. I shrink back, thinking they are the vamps, but the eyes aren't red. They are blue, gray, and green- this doesn't make sense -both Lance and Amelia have brown eyes. The room spins again, bringing back the vamps and my two friends. A sensation like I'm being burned alive floods me and I scream.

He was staring at me before he barked out loud. “You? You as the real heir? Oh, I don’t think this day would get better and better but you are delusional, human. Don’t you know who are you protecting right now? She’s Blue Blood and if you don’t know what it was, let me educate you. It’s the closest thing to a Vampire. So tell me, Timmy, don’t you afraid of Vampire?” He asked as I was looking at him before I turned to look at Sabel. She smiled.

she snapped. "I'm not going to tell you because I'm going to show you." Evander took her hand, and with a hard look at Alpha Kai, led her to a door under the staircase that she had never noticed before. The scent of jasmine became tangible, and the door seemed to shimmer in the rising light of the sun. There was the sort of stillness that made her hair stand on end, as though the Mother had paused here, still deciding on the final details of her creation.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

My breaths came in short, shallow gasps as I strained my ears to discern any sign of danger lurking in the shadows. The air was heavy with the scent of jungle and dampness, and a chill ran down my spine as the faint echo of a haunting melody in a male voice reached my ears. Oh my God!! Ami je tomar... Meri chahtain to... It was a tune so mournful, so chilling, that it seemed to pierce through me, sending shivers cascading down my spine. I stumbled backward, my eyes wide with terror as the melody wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud.

Blue asked as she walked back to the living room. I took the paper from Lucas, as I read it, “hmmm, it’s no one important.” I said. Blue and Lucas exchange a look and I could tell they were using their mate telepathy to talk with each other. “Don't do that…” I reprimanded them but they just shrugged. “Sorry, force of habit.” Blue said, “So will you answer the question?” I sat down on the couch, “what question?” “Who is the mysterious person named J?” she asked again. I stared at her as I tried to look for a good excuse but none was coming to my head.

Bluey exclaimed. “Exactly. You know how Lycans are with their pups. Now that he knows... I’m scared. He might try to take them from me.” Bluey sat up straighter. “Do you remember what he looked like?” “Well, my triplets are his replica. No one can deny it. You’ll see. Bluey picked up her phone and opened her browser. "Let’s try something.” She typed: “Prominent and rich Lycans in Washington.” And after a few minutes,

I’m going to start with this. They ushered me into a large assembly room where a huge screen dominates the front. I sat at the head of the table, while the rest took the seat on my left and right. I watched as images and graphs flashes across it—reports of werewolves turning blue and even being decapitated. I immediately recognized the familiar blue sickness described in that ancient book. It’s the same thing. I can't be wrong. The book mentioned blue spots on their neck area, and they all have that. It’s an indication that their lifespans have been drained out of them, which caused their deaths.

“Gosh, Billie. I wasn't being serious.” “Brooklyn!” She whines, hand ready to go into her hair until I catch it. Squeezing her hands, I stare into her eyes. “Trust me, okay?” She nods, biting her lips as she takes a deep and long breath. I squeeze her hand again before releasing it. Just then, Fiona steps outside of the room. “All ready. Are you ready?” She asks Billie, smiling broadly. Her wide and happy smile is doing the opposite. I'm sure what her scientist mind thinks of right now is breaking yet another record. Blueblood makes people pregnant. I can imagine the headline and wolves begging for my blood.