Bob Creepypasta Novels & Stories

His bald head gleams with a black snake tattoo disappearing behind his ears The effect of it makes him look ten times scarier. My gaze moves away from him to Crysta who’s cowering on the couch, knees drawn up, her face ashen, mascara streaking down her cheeks like black rivers. She looks small, fragile in a way I’ve never seen her, and for one stupid second pity twists in my gut. The man’s gaze slides over me, slow and deliberate, lips curling into something that isn’t quite a smile. “You the daughter?” His voice is gravel wrapped in amusement.

To find Natalie or Ash or just anyone, anyone that could give me some information about what was going on. Debris started falling from the sky so I ran, every instinct was telling me to run north, but for some reason all I could do was run towards the south. I must have run for hours and it was when I was rounding just an ordinary red brick one-story house that I notice something strange. Cooper was lying on the ground, and looked as though he was having a fit, but something stood in front of him, something slightly blurring, as though half in this world and another. Cooper continued wriggling and writhing on the ground as if some demonic being was trying to take control of his body. That’s

They yelled at him and that seemed to snap him out of his supposed trance as he paused, I noticed some weird veins in his eyes that made me squinted. Just what is wrong with this Creep? “Calm down!” Allistair said and I smiled as he began walking closer to me, I wiped it off my face immediately, Nothing to make me seem suspicious. “Are you okay?” He whispered and I nodded. “Boss, Are you okay?” Benzo said, going straight to Kaden who's veiny eyes were on me. Creep. “I'm fine!” He mumbled as he stood up walking out and I thanked God inwardly.

“I didn’t care if he was the King of Hell. I said no. And that should’ve been enough.” “You can’t just walk out every time a man looks at you for too long. This is the Crimson Veil, sweetheart. Men look. They pay. You tease. That’s the business.” “It’s not a business when I feel like prey.” Vexa narrowed her eyes but said nothing as Nyra flipped her bag over her shoulder and stormed out of the club. Alpha Kael walked out of Room Nine moments later, blinking against the hallway light, still blotting the pepper sting from his eyes with a handkerchief.

He ran towards the bathroom and kicked the door open. Bang! Worried as hell, I followed Adam while holding the knife I used to cut the meat. “What happe…” My voice went back on my throat when Brett snatched the knife from my hand. Then he threw it away onto the wall. The knife stuck in the wall with a cockroach in between. “It’s just a cockroach?” Adam asked. Did Brett, a werewolf, get scared because of the cockroach? I looked at Brett. “What kind of bathroom is this?!” Brett complained while he is still naked.

Those feelings came with running away, even if running away meant saving your life. Stepping out into the dirt parking lot—everything was dirt and not pavement in Bull Creek—she took another deep breath and shook the agitation that had crept up on her inside the bar. The night was balmy with the Florida heat, and crickets could be heard off in the distance chirping their song. At least, Eve hoped it was crickets making that noise. Living in a paranormal community, one just never knew. Eve then giggled to herself as she shoved her hands in her pockets and continued walking, wondering if there were such a thing as bug shifters. So far, she had seen bears, panthers, coyotes, and wolves, had eve

Or maybe it was his infinitely longer legs that made up for the distance. His fingers are firm, but not rough. I believe that everything about him is an invitation to stay, not just his grip. I look up at his face, those cat eyes that can see into my soul. He knows how I feel, especially when my pupils dilate and my skin crawls. Bruce. Bruce Campbell. You smell even better than I remember. And even if I remembered it perfectly, it wouldn't compare to the feeling of experiencing it in person. It inspires cleanliness and expensive fragrance. Probably, all this admiration I have is the result of living too modestly.

" With that, I push my seat back with enough force making the chair screech. I get up, leave the council's room, and walk right out the Hall without letting Cameron answer my question. I already knew I wasn't winning this battle. I shed tears as I walk back home from the Hall, knowing that I would never see my Jessblue again. JessBlue When we finally arrive at the hall, we climb up the stairs and walk through the enormous doors. Once we enter, I am taken down a long hallway until we reach some double doors. The guard opens the doors to a huge room where Lord Cameron and nine other Bampires are seated behind a long, massive table. What is going on, and why is Lord Cameron here with them? I as

The manor sat cloaked in moonlight with its tall spires jagged. Inside, silence ruled—save for the soft drip, drip of candle wax and the steady inhale of an ancient predator. Lucien's eyes snapped open. He sat up slowly on the velvet chaise, fangs subtly peeking from behind his lips. He could smell something. Something divine. Something... alive in a way blood hadn't been for centuries. He inhaled again, deeper this time, letting the scent flood his dead lungs.