Creep Shot Novels & Stories

' With a massive smash the huge creeper descended hard to the ground making the weapons on it’s back shattering firstly as it flattened. Dryad appeared on the ground just as he bent his ankle mistakenly standing upon a rock, he grunted looked at the huge absolutely dead creeper splattered on the ground before him. His freckled face and his wet white hair were covered with the blood of the huge creeper veiling his own blood. Underneath those blood of his was the eyes of a glowing fire. The weapons on each hand were dripping onto the ground. Revealing the fogs and trees that surrounds the two figure near the mountain under the starless sky.

"First, I know you are not happy with the result, but that shot was very pleasing. I believe that you have put significant time into mastering it. I also want to compliment your shooting posture because I can still say that a lot of effort has been put in." "You think so?" "No doubt! That shot was pretty good!" "Thanks! I really don't know who you are, but that really cheered me up… I guess I should also wish you luck since you are next!" "Um… Yeah...about that…. " Creed asked with hesitation. "Instead of wishing me luck, could you show me your bow and arrow once? I just need to verify something." "Don't want to sound rude, but can you tell me why?" Britney's face turned stiff as she said, "

｡༶・° D I S C L A I M E R °・༶ ｡. Creature is rated mature and the plot is not intended for a young audience. It contains mature themes, swearing, sexual content and drug abuse. Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution.

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

“Let’s move to the back. “ I whisper to Alex and he hums, silently following as I lead the way. We take our seats at the far back and I drop the popcorn between us as my eyes move to the screen. “We missed a few minutes, but I bet it’d still be fun. “ I smile as I dip my hand in the popcorn to grab a chunk of it. No more than ten minutes into the movie and the popcorn is scattered around, almost empty in the paper with some on me and Alex. “Why did you choose this one, knowing you can’t handle scary movies?” Alex chuckles as I pull him towards me. “I didn’t know it’d be this scary. “ I murmur, peeking through my fingers and he shakes his head. I watch as the woman goes further into the fores

Neon signs from the boardwalk flickered against the dark sky, but here on the secluded northern end, the world felt wilder — dunes, sea grass, and the endless black ocean. Jax “Creep” Malone, 39, was a legend on the island for all the wrong reasons. Leader of the feared local crew known as the Creeps, he was tall, heavily muscled, covered in dark ink, with a jagged scar across his left cheek and cold, piercing blue eyes that made people look away. He had just finished a late-night deal when he saw her walking barefoot along the private stretch of beach behind the dunes. Riley Bennett, 26, a bold New York photographer renting a beach house for the summer. Athletic and sun-kissed, with messy a

While he didn’t mind coordinating his small group, having twenty of her Keepers alongside his own team would make things more difficult if she wasn’t there to give instructions. It was eerily quiet when he first arrived. However, the serenity didn’t last. A wave of Creepers crawled out of the nearby buildings, and he knew that would just be the advanced troops, the scouts, the expendable pawns. As soon as they’d handled them, which didn’t take much, there was a pregnant pause and then all Hell broke loose.

She deserved that much after our many years of friendship. Creed kicked off his shoes and began removing his shirt. I felt a little angsty at him getting naked in front of Kris but I had to suppress that displeasure in order to show Kris I wasn't lying to her. After he discarded his shirt he dropped his pants. He gave me one last look before he got down on all fours onto the ground. Kris watched in confusion. Her heartbeat was frantic hinting she was afraid. Creed's bones started to break and he grunted. Black fur started covering his skin and his face contorted and elongated. Kris screamed and I put my hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and tears welled up in them.

ROMAN. A vampire shrieked as Creed’s jaws closed around his forearm. The satisfying crunch of bones echoed through the courtyard. He shook him once before releasing him entirely. His body sailed through the air, crashing into two more vampires charging toward us. The three of them collided in a spectacular tangle of limbs, robes, and wounded pride before skidding across the ground. We watched others jump out of the way of the three idiots. ‘You know,’ Creed drawled, his amusement rippling through our shared consciousness, ‘for creatures that spend centuries pretending they’re terrifying…’ he paused dramatically, ‘vampires scream an awful lot.’

~tch Creed clicked his tongue, realizing his doubts before shooting the arrow were turning into reality. He understood how fast this creature's reaction speed was and that's why he didn't believe that his attempt to save her life would even work. The shot now seemed like a failed attempt now, however, something unexpected happened. ~CRREEEEEGGHHHH Instead of his jaws, Creed's arrow trajectory twitched slightly as if it pierced through one of the dangling eyeballs. A brutal yet ear piercing screech echoed in the vicinity.