Creepypasta Slender Novels & Stories

She got up and paced to the middle of the room, then turned around to face her friends. “The victims have all been couples with their throats slashed. Plus, lots of their blood was missing. The cops think there are two killers and that they’re collecting the blood for some reason, maybe a satanic ritual.” Leesa and Cali looked at each other. Missing blood sent their minds careening in the same direction—vampires! This was not good. Not good at all. Leesa’s fingers started dancing in her hair, which she had gathered over the front of her right shoulder.

Without being told, I could tell what it was already. The contract that has kept me in this situation. I opened my eyes and glanced at it. At that point, I found no more peace lying down. A new urge came the urge to start staring at the contract all over again. I pushed myself to a sitting position while I used the pillows behind me as a support. The file had the title written on it … “CONTRACT AGREEMENT FOR KAYLA AS ALPHA ZEUS LUDENDORFF'S SEX SLAVE"...

*RIP* Using nothing but his senses, Mane identified the presence of the Slender Cat behind him. He locked on to the creature whose agility was already troubling him and kept it in his radar. Then curled his right elbow, with his spike pointing outwards and dove into the Slender Cat. In doing all this, Mane hadn’t turned to face the Slender Cat even once!

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

However, the boy’s words struck a curious resonance in him, and a memory surfaced, of a massive and inhuman thing slithering in the dark . mene, mene tekel upharsin And that’s when he heard it. A liquid flopping. He whirled, eyes searching the dimness . . . as something squelched wetly behind the counter. He leapt back, fearing It would come after him, even though he had no idea what It was. The slithering sounds swelled, accompanied once more by that throbbing voice, which evoked primordial fears as each unintelligible syllable pounded against Gavin’s brain, over and over . . .

Who won’t feel uneasy if they were left alone in a dark woods? Suddenly, Ricky heard some twigs snapping and looked to the direction to see a big, ghoulish crawling figure. It’s mouth was ripped and was hanging onto it’s neck and blood were dripping from them. He was startled, and quickly assumed his fighting stance. That creature might be one of the undeads that escaped. It shrieked loudly and leaped to Ricky. However, right before it reached him, black tentacles swirled around it and threw it far away. Ricky looked around warily for any possible predator. Then it appeared, a tall, faceless, suit wearing figure. His jaw dropped. In all his life, he only knew one creature that met al

I kept looking but there was nothing that was important and I was starting to get angry because I wanted to get rid of this connection with Antton so he can't keep manipulating me, but I wanted to do it without him noticing. I had discarded one as it looked more like a journal than a history book with information, I didn't even know I brought it with me, but I had nothing else to do so I decided to take a look at it, every time I read it catches my attention more because it has the about strange things like slaves. "When a draugrs takes a slave, it feeds on them for a while and when their blood no longer tastes sweet, it gets rid of them." I googled the synonym for "draugrs" it means vampire

Sister Evelyn’s mind had fractured somewhere between her third and fourth orgasm. She lay sprawled across the ancient altar, legs splayed obscenely wide, her habit torn and bunched uselessly around her waist. Thick, ridged tentacles still pumped slowly in and out of her stretched pussy and ass, flooding both holes with glowing aphrodisiac slime. Another tentacle gently fucked her mouth, the flared tip pulsing as it fed more of the sweet, mind-melting fluid down her throat.

Again he stopped. Lila was crying now — real tears of overwhelming need. Her entire body trembled within the black silk rope. Her pussy was visibly pulsing, clenching around nothing, slick and swollen and dripping onto the polished floor. The Shibari held her perfectly open, perfectly helpless. The cool glass against her nipples made them ache. The warm air kissed her exposed flesh. The scent of her own arousal mixed with Marcus’s expensive cologne and the metallic tang of rain.

"You can't do this to me! You can't, Samuel! Please!" Her voice was cracked and hoarse. "I'll give you money… Anything!" The doctor didn't respond. He filled a syringe with an anesthetic. Then Meredith's consciousness started to fade away. "N-No…" Her voice weakened. "You can't do this to me, Samuel…" A low chuckle escaped the doctor. His mask hid the curl of his mouth. "They all scream like this. They all fall the same way." Her pupils widened. The ceiling swam above her, and in her fading vision she imagined Samuel's cold stare—the gentle man she knew now delivering her to hell.