Creepypasta Sign Novels & Stories

Who the fuc-I screamed my lungs out in anguish as tears flowed out of my eyes. I let out a gut-wrenching growl as I looked up and to the heavens, ready to ask why when I stopped.There on the top of the door arch was a sign... no, a symbol written in blood. The thick bloodlines formed a circle with three lines forming a triangle drawn in it, right in my face and mocking me. The murder was taunting me and mocking my pain. Heads will roll! I will find this fu**king b"stard and there will be hell to mother fu***king pay...

I truly expected to find Celia outside, leaning against the pale green walls of the hallway and looking guarded but stiff. She said, in a tone filled with despair, "You need to see this." She then took me to the main hall and pointed at Patrick and a few other fighters gathering around a table. Here was a broad, smooth table whereupon a large map was opened,, and at the heart of the sign, one could see only a crescent moon inextricably tangled with a rough, threatening claw. "What’s this?" I said that tentatively as I looked at the strange sign. Patrick looked up and immediately met my serious stare. "It’s the mark of Lucius. A rogue alpha and a psychopath. He’s targeting you."

The corridor ahead was already alive with hurried footsteps, hushed voices, the rustle of servants trying to appear invisible while carrying the weight of panic. And then she saw it. The body. A servant boy no older than sixteen lay sprawled across the polished stone, throat cut open with brutal precision. But it wasn’t the blood that froze the corridor into silence—it was the pattern scrawled across his skin. Lines of crimson forming crude symbols that pulsed faintly as though the blood itself had not yet accepted death. A tether-mark. The exact kind whispered about in hushed superstitions—symbols said to appear when a bond between souls corrupted.

You aren't worried about my well being? Talker crush. If you were threatened, you wouldn't have came online so that means... Peachbaby. So you aren't bothered?:( Talkercrush. You know I am but do you know any other thing about this so called creep? Peachbaby. The creep is a guy and he goes to our school. Talkercrush. Do you know what this means? Peachbaby. It means I'm being stalked by a weirdo who may or may not be a serial killer?

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

My fingers trembled. The message was scrawled in crimson ink—no, blood. “You wanted truth, sister. I’m giving it to you—one massacre at a time. This is your doing. And you’ll pay in screams.” No signature. No need. The mark at the bottom of the message was a crescent moon weeping black tears. The sigil of Witch Inadu. I clutched the note to my chest, unable to breathe. My baby stirred inside me, like it could sense my fear. My mistake.

But the moment the scenario registered fully, my mind went blank and my body went numb as a stray tear-stained my cheek. There was a huge circle on the floor drawn with blood and chalk and the corpses' forehead were marked with a sharp object and surrounded by patched dried blood that highlighted the bold crescent sign. A bold inscription was written on the wall with blood and it said 'The sins of the father shall be visited on the offsprings' A huge anaconda was also placed in the circle and one factor was common, all the creatures inside were dead. Those vampires weren't just ordinary vampires, Daniel, my bodyguard was there.

CHAPTER 18 SUPPORT WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! It was not a secret what happened after that. The famous howl of death is dubbed by most of the creatures as a sign of impending war or simply death. “Were you not afraid at all?” Zane wanted to smack herself on the face for her stupid question.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

Pellethia held the scroll and read aloud, “Only the creatures willing to go through any lengths to protect those who need protection most shall inherit the Forest of Oderem.” At the end of it was a signature that vampires had only ever seen in museums - the signature of Count Dracula. Greg’s eyes went back to the ceiling before the pessimistic part of him spoke, “I wonder how the inhabitants planted it there.” A shade of suspicion entered Pellethia’s eyes of wonder as she turned to Greg and asked, “You really think those who hid here put this there, Your Grace?”