Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The peaceful garden had become a scene from hell itself. “You cannot escape the fate that has already been written for you,” the entity hissed, using Aunt Gellie’s mouth. “It is imprinted in your blood, in your personality, and in your cursed ability to see creatures that do not belong to the world of the living. When this ends… you will be mine.”

Phil was excited as he wanted to know what the contents of the mysterious pages were. Phil took the stack of bond paper and proceeded to read it while Samantha was beside him waiting to finish reading it. The paper talks about the things Phil needed, more information about the abyss, and the miasma. It talked about how the miasma is supposed to be the blood from a godlike creature imprisoned in the farthest depth of the abyss and how it corrupted its surroundings creating nightmarish creatures. Phil was a little disappointed at first because the information might be interesting it was no use for him right now until he read the third page.

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Lower jaw unhinging and falling away, face split virtually in half, his maw gaped nightmarishly open so that the wanderers could come— Spiders spilled from him, pouring from the grotesque orifice as though being forced out from deep within. The cinnamon-haired girl’s eyes flew open in mortal dread, her whimpers rising into high, jerking stifled screams which caught in the back of her throat. The long-legged things scurried over the doomed teenager, swaying back and forth upon her before striking with frothy fangs.

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Richard showed off Marcus who gritted his teeth as his hold tightened on her pale, sweaty , cold hands. " Mine." He growled , making everyone in the room shiver by the intensity of the growl, as his vision burned with possession. Richard chuckled.The sight of possesive alpha is worth it . A slow cry of pain erupted through Eliss mouth. Diverting everyones attention. " Alpha, the situation is critical .Its unusual .Completely mythical.Something never heard of .Child is not coming out but instead luna's body is releasing a slow poison . Her hands are turning cold .We..we don't know what to do?"

explained Lisa. “What is that?” asked Nestie. “What are they reenacting?” “Remember what I told you about the Day of the Ember Ghost? This is more like a continuation. People would roleplay on the streets on how the ember ghost had haunted Cardena and how he captured his victims,” explained Lisa. “Think Halloween Party Cardena-style!” “Sounds interesting!” exclaimed Nestie.

She opened it—pages parting easily now, as though the book recognized her exhaustion and offered no resistance. She flipped past the early chapters she had already memorized. Deeper. To the sections she had only skimmed before, too afraid to linger. *Control of the Undead* The script here was denser, colder. Diagrams of binding circles, sigils of domination, lists of names for the restless dead. Zombies—simple thralls of flesh, bound by will alone. Ghouls—carrion-eaters, drawn by hunger, controlled through offerings of meat and bone.