Blue's Clues Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The weight of her loneliness was bearing down on her like a heavy blanket, and tears were blurring her eyesight as she curled more and farther into herself. The world around her dissipated into blackness as her eyes slowly closed and moved away from her. Her small form lay hidden in the grass, a fragile, lost soul in a world that had forgotten her. The night engulfed her completely, and at that very time, she disappeared entirely, leaving her fate an unsettling mystery that was never explained. **** In the Grand Mansion of the Westwoods...

“Alright, alright. You’re serious about this. I’ll ask around. Maybe Rhonda or Robbie has a contact. One of them’s bound to know someone who reads the weather.” Raven perked up. “You’d do that?” “Of course,” Cullen said, shrugging. Raven rolled his eyes. “Right. I’ll be sure to leave a cryptic voicemail reminder. You always forget.” Cullen chuckled. “Or better yet, just send him my way when you get the number. Tell them to find me at Blue Heavens. You know, my work address.” Cullen gave him a skeptical look. “Blue Heavens? That’s what you’re calling it now?”

We all just waited for her to return from whatever they were discussing. Aimee POV Ash had grabbed me away from the conversation the second she heard Alester’s name. “Aimee, Alester is the reason the last blue moon pair were killed.” She said. “We know what he has planned. We must finish the mating process tonight. Only then he can’t take us away or mate us. Our power will surpass his and he won’t be able to touch us.” She said hastily. My eyes went wide and a blush crept up my face.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

she screamed and I caught a glimpse of frost-blue eyes in the blur— then the vampire was ash on the floor, and the blur was gone. What in the actual fuck?!

He sends me a photo of our victim, one he received from Emory. We stop in the street in front of the bar. As Sanchez climbs out of the car, she zips her black puffer jacket halfway up and places her hands in the pockets. I lead the way toward the big black door and the neon sign that says 'Cheers and Beers'. Once opened, I gesture for her to enter.

So she turned to another page that carried another title. The Third Mythical Creature of the Earth. The wailing faeries.( Banshee) She sucked in a deep breath, before reading through the lines and Just like the others. There was an image of a blue butterfly in a ring. The butterfly was similar to the one on her neck which was also similar to the one she found at the mansion. It was simple, but Clara had expected something more, something more mysterious. Anxiously, she began reading through the pages, eager to know more and find a solution to her problem if there was any.

Please? Me: Stop using the puppy eyes. It’s manipulation. Bluey: It's working though. Yes? Me: Fine. You’re lucky you have a good face. Bluey: See you tomorrow then. Don't die of boredom watching vampires. 🦇 Me: Fuck off. Going back to my movie. I tossed the phone onto the bed, feeling a weird, hollow sense of peace. Bluey was safe, he was stupid, and he was the exact kind of distraction I needed to stop the shaking in my hands.

Black and Katleya laughed. “Hey! So rough!” Blue protested, then glared at Katleya. “You’re too noisy,” Katleya said, amused. “Noisy your face!” When the four entered the church, they searched for seats. “Aren’t you feeling hot, Blue?” Katleya whispered. Blue turned to her. “No. There are ceiling fans everywhere.” He even pointed them out. “What I mean is—you’re a demon, right?” Katleya teased. “Your face is the demon!” Blue shot back—earning glances from the quiet congregation.

“My Queen, what happened just now?” “You sounded and looked so scared when you spoke to me just now.” Laura’s face creased in worry as she closed the space between us and held my hand. “There’s no way to explain it. Is Martha here now?” “Blue, what’s really happening?” I tried to probe one more time as I left my study to meet with Ronan. Was seeing ghosts some new norm? “That was no ghost, Zira.” “Then tell me what it is.” “Your mate would explain,” Blue said, and then regardless of what I thought about or what I asked her directly, she was completely mute.