Cody Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.

There was an indescribable joy I derived from watching life drain out of my adversary—or prey. To me, it was art. Every scream was a brushstroke, every corpse a signature. Adrenaline and bloodlust shot through my veins. I tore through warriors, ripping out hearts with bare hands, their eyes still wide in horror as life drained away. A sardonic smile spread across my face. “He’s not a wolf! He’s Chaos itself!” One of the Trinity warriors screamed before I tore his throat open. The word rang through the battlefield, carried by their fear. Chaos. They shouted it again and again, naming the storm that devoured them whole.

Her whole body is very hot while she also could not stop releasing a series of growls and gasps that caused her throat to dry completely. Consecutively, she does swallow afterward. But after that, she once again felt Jason's lips gave a very delicious sucking on her femininity so she moaned again. Just a few moments and suppressed screams are about to escape her mouth. But she knew she had to hold back. So she decided to reach for her extra pillow and then cover her face with it and there she let out the loud and sharp screams that she had been enduring to release. "Oh god! Hmmm ... Shit! Jason, it's so good!" he said removing the pillow from her face then with trembling hands grab the young

Throw Me Away Play these little games Acting like it's all good Today, today Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet (...) Ella It took me a while to get to sleep the night before. Because, for some reason, my mind seemed to be on alert. I kept remembering over and over again the image of Justin saving me and my kitten from the killer tree. And when I fell into that chest? My body lit up just remembering it. My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.

In fact, I only knew the existence of wolves because I was raised in a pack and I knew each of the members who studied here. "Watch out!" I heard although it was too late. Cody, a lycanthrope jerk, bumped into me, knocking me to the ground. "Get back." I could feel him sniffing at me, making me feel uncomfortable. "Get off me!" His friends laughed like all a bunch of idiots because like wolves, idiots also had to go in groups.

Richie typed a quick, cryptic message under the file transfer: Found a wild rogue male in the Obsidian line who bleeds agony into his strings. Not expecting the iron-fisted vanguard to break his silence across time zones, Richie tossed the burner phone onto his nightstand and closed his eyes to let his inner beast recuperate from the night's territorial tension. Within seconds, the device rattled violently against the wood, the caller ID flashing a secure military frequency. It was Cody. “Where did you harvest this bloodline, Richie?” Cody’s deep, gravelly voice barked through the speaker, devoid of his usual calculating calm. “Uncle Cody, what’s wrong?” Richie asked, sitting up instantly as

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.

The moment I stepped inside my room, I slammed the door shut behind me. “The delivery man is not actually a delivery man?” I muttered shakily. “Oh my goodness…for how long has Mother been fooling me and Father?” “Ease your fear, Iris.” Starlie’s voice echoed softly inside my head, trying to calm me down. But my breathing remained uneven, sweat gathering along my brows as the image of the dead maid replayed in my mind repeatedly. “I have never seen a corpse before,” I whispered. “The blood… the smell… is that really what blood smells like?”

The door suddenly opened , I saw him entering with clothes in his hand. " Change with this." He put it on my bed and exited. I immediately change since I feel sticky with my wet clothes. I hang it to the window to dry. I finally feel fresh with my dry clothes. I lay down, hoping that I will be able to sleep since I feel like my body was being drained because of too much running. --------------- Blood..... I see blood everywhere , dead bodies were being scattered, and screaming were echoing in the surroundings. Werewolf and Vampire fighting for their lives. Each of them trying to win , not wanting to give up.

Mike took a step forward to stand next to Aiden. “I always knew you would turn on me one day Mike. Just like you betrayed your own coven.” Cody growled. “She’s been mine since the moment I first scented her, she’s always calmed my beast, I want no one else.” He pulled her up causing more pain to streak through her as he made her stand in front of him. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply, making Aiden growl viciously and take another step. Cody’s claw slid neatly against her skin causing a thin line of blood to start welling up. It was shallow, but felt like fire across her neck. If he would only move a little closer she could reach him with her knife. “This is what you call calming your bea