Creepypasta Slender Novels & Stories

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

Have you been taking any medicine after s*x" Luciana asked and she shook her head. I'll go prepare the medicine for you, it helps in relieving plains too, not because I cared but because I pity you enough to not want you dead if you eventually gets pregnant and he found out. Over 50 sex slaves had gotten pregnant and he slayed them all" Luciana said. "May the gods forbid me conceiving for a monster"Galene muttered. "Good you said so" Luciana said and left the room going to prepare the after s*x herbal medicine.

She had nothing to loose, her parents were safe at the cabin. Elantra leaned close enough for her whisper to brush against Una’s ear. “Tonight,” she murmured, “I’ll parade your dead body in the Nacht Territory.”

Drake said, his tone shifting to one of serious reflection. “Bring it on,” I shouted, my voice full of confidence and He laughed at my enthusiasm. In a sudden shift, Drake’s expression hardened, and he said seriously, “Watch out, everyone!!!” Hmmm, this story is about a certain slave werewolf named Daisy. A story that has ended, but life never truly ends until one dies. If the future chooses to reveal itself to us, we will navigate it as SLAVE FURY rather than SLAVE BY BIRTH. But if not, we will simply have to keep longing for it until we grow old and cross the bar.

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.

So I let Trisha know, so she would let Isaac know, so Isaac would let Brandon know and he would do whatever he wanted with it. Brett would call once a week, and his updates kept getting better and better: no new scuffles, Kujo was healthier and stronger than ever, Gina and the children were happy to have been left alone at last, and nobody suspected the male spirit cussing and threatening night visitors in the Rockwell Tunnels wasn’t the infamous Skippy. Quaker Hall was active as hell, and the haunting there was getting more aggressive by the week. Like the dark entities were pissed off about something.

Kat left, and Tyler took the seat that she had vacated. "Please have a seat," Monica said to the two. They were both vamps. I opened the folder. The two vamps stared at the crucifix around my neck and dropped teeth. I stared at them. One was a tall thin, slick-dressed man. He reminded me of a pimp. His hair was dark and tied behind him in a long ponytail. The other was small and looked like a weasel. What criteria did Masters use when turning vamps? These two looked like two-bit thugs.

“If your dildo made you scream ‘Daddy’ three times and beg to be ruined like a cum-hungry Catholic schoolgirl, I want the link. I want the review. I want the brand, model number, voltage, and a tutorial on how to survive a seizure.” I dropped my head onto the counter with a loud, desperate groan and smacked my forehead against the wood like I could beat the shame out of my skull. “I hate you,” I mumbled into the toast. She leaned in closer like a detective sniffing out the truth. “I heard everything. Through the walls. Through the vents. Through my bones, Lyra. The house was vibrating like we summoned a succubus. You were moaning like the main character in a p**n titled ‘Daddy’s Little Whore

mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning impersonations of a Fellini impaling shes a famous artist keeps broodish bowels and blood tampons in stainless vitrines spot lighted ready for her debut at the Museum of Modern Art she blows torrents of snot like **** her beautiful desperate tongue searching the upper lip a salty runny viscoses snack oozy finding it finally with her

This seemed to confirm his thoughts. "Wow, that translucent creature of the demon race is so adorable. What a pity it got electrocuted to a crisp," Willow said while looking at the burned slimer. It was also the first time Lisa looked surprised. Those things with chicken or pig heads were normal to her. However, the translucent little creature had caught her attention. Walter and Yara remained stoic. They thought of the slimer as a weak creature of the demon race. "Was that a slimer?"