Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Harper lay on the ruined four-poster bed, chest heaving, body glistening with sweat and her own juices. Her legs were still spread, pussy visibly throbbing and leaking from the relentless ghostly attention she had already received. She let out a weak, hoarse laugh. “You three… are going to kill me. Death by orgasm. I can see the headline now: ‘Skeptical Girl Fucked to Death by Victorian Ghosts. Science Still Has No Explanation.’” Elias hovered above her, his handsome face glowing with dark hunger. “We’re not done with you yet, Harper. Not even close.”

It looked like a werewolf, but its proportions were all wrong—too long, too lean, its claws like obsidian daggers. It was a Creeper—a rogue wolf that had spent so long away from human form that it had devolved into something monstrous. They were the boogeymen of the pack, the things mothers warned their pups about. The creature prowled toward her, its breath a foul-smelling mist in the cold air. It stood over her, its shadow swallowing her whole. "You smell of the Silver Poison," the creature rumbled, leaning down until its wet snout was inches from her face. "And the stench of a Broken Bond. You are a carcass already, little bird. Why do you still breathe?"

I sit down on the couch beside her and wait for her to start. “You know how you told me about the nightmares you were having and that they started about a year ago.” “Yeah.” I say wondering where she’s going with this conversation. “Well I was looking it up on the Internet about three days ago and I found a peculiar website that had strange information on it. It was called Ma vista. I don’t know what that means but I think you are one of the three that live in the world at one time.” She looks over at me to see if I am comprehending what she’s saying, “They were created to stop monsters from destroying the human race, the website said that it started 4 thousand years ago when a wizard realis

I can’t just stand and watch this. I step back from the door and grab my phone. My hand trembles as the screen lights up. I type: immortal beings myths, then Elaria supernatural stories. Search results pile up—cheap blog posts, conspiracy forums, old news snippets. It all feels fuzzy, not making sense. But one word keeps popping up: werewolf.

Alice’s roar rang in my ears, followed by screams and shrieks. A bloodcurdling smell of blood quickly filled the air. I trembled as I breathed, the feeling of metal scraping flesh still lingering on my body, making me terrified. “Cara~” An ethereal call sounded. I lifted my head in bewilderment. Golden eyes glittered in the darkness. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and tears spilled out.

Slowly, he finishes with, “Yes, her name is Amber Parks.” “Oh good, she would be a fun addition. I liked her. She is something of a conidium, though. I could put my finger on it, but there is something different about her.” “She is a half-blood, hybrid vampire. I didn’t know until last night.” “Wow, that is a thing? I didn’t know that existed, Dom. I mean all these years, and that must be the first, right?”

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I went to move, but my hand brushed against something cold and scaly, causing me to pull away quickly. Something moved across the floor, and I was frozen in place, squinting as I tried to spot what was in there with me. Two giant glowing yellow eyes stared back at me. A hissing sound filled the room as I felt another slithering body brush past my leg. I bit back a scream, my entire body shaking as the realization of what I was trapped with hit me.

Love, Priya I looked in the bottom of the box to see that something had been wrapped in a white cloth. I put down the letter to pull the cloth from the bottom of the box. Noticing it was a pillow sheet, I looked inside to see that my grandfather's book was concealed within it. I pulled it out to read the familiar title: The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. I gulped as I put the book down to return to reading the note.

(4). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 4: Creaks... . ~~Lyla Drew~~ I walked out of my room hurriedly shutting the door behind me. I’m not taking any chances. Walking downstairs, I paused hearing a creaky sound in the upstairs floorboard. Don’t think about it, Lyla. This house is old, it has creaks all the time. I assured myself while heading downstairs and then to the dining room where Klaus was already waiting for me.