Creepy Old Man Novels & Stories

Everyone was shocked. After turning their heads to take a look, they saw an old man dressed in a black medieval robe. The person had gray hair, but he had a fierce look. His cultivation base was not prominent, but his eyes were blazing radiantly. After meeting his eyes, one would be shaken up and feel an inexplicable panic. “Who are you? How did you come in?” Alex asked. The old man laughed and did not answer him. However, as his figure shook, dozens of phantoms were raised, as if they were nighttime ghosts. They looked terrifying in the passage of this underground tomb.

The old man stood in the doorway of his cottage, one hand gripping the warped wooden frame the other trembling at his side as he spotted the two figures emerging through the trees. “Stop there! I see you– do not think these old eyes have failed me yet!” the old man cried out. Escuro and Salvaxe slowed, exchanging a glance before continuing cautiously up the narrow path. “We me no harm, old man. We are just passing through–” Escuro said, his hand held up in defence. “Passing through? That is what they all say! First, it is passing through, then it is move along, old food, this land is not your anymore!” the old man shouted over Escuro’s words. He stepped forward, his fur coat shifting heavily

"You will let my daughter go! Now!" The demon's face crumples in pain and then cocks its head awkwardly, slowly curling his lips into a sadistic grin. A thunderous pop goes off in my head. Instantly, my palms slam hard against my ears. Images of Uncle John and Dr. Mansfield's mangled bodies burn like acid in my mind, the putrid smell of their rotting flesh so strong I can taste it. I double over and heave as I manage to stumble away to a corner, gagging and spitting the foul discharge from my mouth.

A woman with an amazing figure was on her knees fanning at the old man. Meanwhile, a middle-aged man made his way to the back of the old man, bowed down a little, and said softly, “Sir, Steelification Doyen has set out on his journey.” The old man said calmly without even opening his eyes, “Tell Zeus Yankovich that he can have Kayson’s life, but I want Kayson’s head.” “Yes, sir.” The middle-aged man immediately turned around and left. As for the old man, it appeared that the corners of his mouth curled up, and he sniggered.

the older man replied, mixing his blood with a powdery substance while murmuring some incantations. "Why?" The older man smiled sinisterly, "Building my own empire," he stated dismissively as he took in the knitting brows of the younger man. He sighed in annoyance, "I'm using the dead because the dead cannot be killed, but...," he smirked, "they can only be returned to their anode until I'm killed," the older man explained. The man raised the goblet to the moon and chanted out. "Oh, the gods of Life, Oh, the gods of the East,

His mind felt as gloopy as glue. "Hehe, young people. Stop looking at the Heaven Ranking and focus on the Human Ranking instead. That's where you should target!" The ghost-like voice once again drifted out of the dark stone chamber. This time, the voice was accompanied by an old man dressed in a white-and-blue unlined robe. The thin old man had a head of grizzled hair. His face was so wrinkled that it resembled crumpled tree bark, striking fear in those who looked at him. "Um… Grandpa, can you stop talking in such a terrifying way?" asked a polite-looking young girl, her voice trembling. "It's quite… scary…"

When he raised his eyes to look over, he noticed to his shock that it was beside the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Daisy. An old man had appeared out of nowhere. The old man wore a Tang suit and had a head of silver short hair. What was even more incredible was. There was a scar that ran through his entire face. The scar was like a centipede. As the old man's expression changed. It would continue to wriggle. It was extremely horrifying. He chuckled. "This old man has a habit, and that is to let those who are about to die know who killed them. This way, I won't have to complain to the King of Hell."

The old man was smiling from ear to ear, not able to tell that it was soon to fades away to nothing. “I think it's my turn,” Hez was frustrated to such a Curse, yet he was curious on what Clan this old man belong to. The Origin of the curse could also be located through the people who make the curse itself. “Your turn? What's you're talking about?” The old man stared as if Hez was becoming insane. Yet he was silence by a massive force, a force that beginning to dissect the strange body of his. “What...what...” The old man begun screaming. He was trying to scratch through his body yet it only make a bloody holes that looks so gross and was painful to widen and spread.

Her heart now kicking it's way out of her chest. She turned and saw Kebin on the narrow pathway. Behind him was an old man. His hair was white and long as well as his beard. His skin was very dry and thin, veins were very clear and visible that snaked on his body. He wore a plain white long robe. His eyes were deep and gray. His face was eerie and wrinkled. He looked like a corpse yet he is still alive. Serra swallowed. Kebin helped the old man sit on the air and stepped back.

"Over there. That's where the cult leader cultivates!" As soon as he finished speaking, an elderly man in black appeared at the doorway. The black clothes did not seem shabby on him. Instead, they gave him a domineering aura. In a soft, seemingly indifferent voice, the old man said, "Snake Sovereign, it's truly bold of you to betray the holy cult." His gentle tone made the Snake Voodoo Sovereign tremble uncontrollably. He was clearly terrified of the cult leader. The old man ignored the Snake Voodoo Sovereign and instead stared at Quinn, as if trying to see through her.