Creepy Patrick Novels & Stories

"You have trespassed into the Valemont soil. You have taken my son. Tell me who ordered it, or I will peel the hide from your bones before the sun rises too high." The man chuckled, the deep phlegmy sound rattling in his broad chest. "Threaten me with your claws, boy. I hunted the abominations of your rejected mate’s bloodline when your father was just claiming his pack. I am Patrick. St. Patrick to those who consider me a savior of this world. Your fangs mean nothing to the man who has spent fifty years destroying the taint of the Nullifiers."

he pants, sweat pouring down his pale face. “Good,” I mutter before gripping Patrick’s head and snapping it to the side, breaking his neck and killing him instantly. “That’s for my grandma, dick.” “X, none of your grandparents are still alive.”

“I did it for my mother, sir. You know how sick she's been. She needed surgery. I didn’t have enough money. I had to do something. I had to help her. That's why I did it” The look on Gerald's face turned even colder. “Patrick, is your own memory failing you? Your mom died a year ago. I was at her funeral. You really have no shame, do you? Using your dead mother's memories for your selfish reasons. She must be turning in her grave for having a son like you.” Realizing he'd fucked up with that excuse, Patrick swiftly changed his tactics. “I was threatened! I had no choice. They were going to release a... sex tape that they'd gotten hold of. I was blackmailed. Please, I–”

Mick grinned at Patrick's defeat and ordered his fellow thugs, "loosen up those locks, boys. That's enough." Mick who was also the thug leader came forward and looked at Patrick, pretending to have some mercy. "Well then, I believe you. I can tell from the lack of furniture in this house that you're out of money." "Have you heard of black market that sells human organs, Patrick?" asked him as he lit the cigar he took from his pocket. Patrick nodded but sensed something suspicious about Mick's words. He cautiously questioned, "are you persuading me to sell my organs and die?"

Jeremiah confirmed, but he not quite certain whether Patrick the lunatic was telling the truth or not, he was crazy after all, “you’re not hallucinating, aren’t you?” The old man laughed a little, “I’m not crazy, young friend, I just pretend to be one.” Jeremiah now intrigued, “so, who was it? When and where did you see it?” Patrick fell silence for a while; he seemed reluctant to speak, “he supposed to be dead twenty years ago, during the invasion,” he finally opened his mouth, “I-I saw him dead with my own eyes.” Jeremiah cut in, “who is he, Patrick?” the boy asked impatiently, “Who is this person?”

"A human came to meet Patrick at my club in the town asking for help. He had gambled himself into debts and was owing loan sharks. He had also swindled a couple of people and they were after his life. He claimed he heard from someone that I liked to buy beautiful women. He offered his daughter to me in exchange for money, and protection. He claimed both their lives were in danger and also said he wants to sell her to the highest bidder because she is beautiful and a 21 year old virgin. When Patrick told me, I didn't want to accept the offer initially because of the way he spoke about selling his daughter to the highest bidder, but when he said they wanted to kill him and his daughter, I agre

said Patrick, a little rascally. Patrick was a bully indeed. He said, "Gloria, don't move. I haven't had sex for three years. I can't promise what I'll do if you move." Gloria's face turned even paler. Patrick's hot breath reached her ears, and his voice was so hoarse that it made her tremble in fear. He whispered in her ear, "If you don't believe me, feel it." She thought, 'He is so shameless!'

“Man, are you alright?” Carson asked, coming closer to Patrick and seeing him moving his lips but without making any sound. “I am not. I was talking with someone” he said , making both Carson and Alex look at each other and mouth “Call the doctor, he’s in shock!” “I am not in shock!” Patrick said and he pulled Sarah at his chest, “I was just talking with the Moon Goddess. She is annoying in the last period” “Call a psychiatrist, Alexander!” Carson said and looked to the sky. “Please goddess, don’t make him lose his mind!”

“Normally, I would wait for the drug to take effect, have them beg for me to fuc*k them, have them go crazy with lust and desire before I made my move… but you’re special, princess. I like seeing you squirm. New kink unlocked.” “N-no...” I whispered. “Please, don’t—” He didn’t listen. Despite my pathetic attempts at protest, he still sat beside me, touching my neck, my b*reasts. “H-help,” I whimpered. “Please...” I could only cry as he continued to run his hands on my stomach, legs, my inner thighs. I pleaded to the heavens that Jasper would show up and save me, like he had done so many times before. “You’ll enjoy this soon.” Patrick lifted my skirt, exposing my underwear. He hooked his two

Grumpy demanded. "I would assume that Patrick and his SSS have found us," Drace offered. "SSS?" I asked. "Supernaturally Stupid Sycophants," Tove answered me with a smile. "Could they leave the Valley?" I asked. Then remembered the gala. "Never mind. That was a stupid question. Patrick can definitely leave. If he's as powerful as Brigid implied and I felt during the dreamwalk, it doesn't surprise me that he's here." I shook my head. "Not really. He's been obsessed with me for most of my life."