Creepypasta Tails Doll Novels & Stories

In Silvershade, the pack borders are quiet, too quiet to consider normal. Witches are quietly digging and burying hay dolls around the pack borders. Wanda is quietly chanting a spell to bring those buried dolls to life. Only when the dolls come alive underground will they be able to hold that green wall intact. These are the dolls that would actually trap the souls within the green walls and suck their souls dry. These are the soul creepers whose sole purpose is to drain the vitality of the living. The stronger the living being, the greater their vitality.

Nevertheless, Nikolai remained unbothered in his seat and watched how Tommaso would react to his gift. Inside the box was the rotting head of the man that he caught at the auction house. The very same man that touches his doll and the one he tortured. His eyes were still open, but the lenses had almost completely turned white, and his mouth was gaping as he gasped for what would be his final breath of anguish. It was gruesome to look at. His face had turned into a deep shade of purple and twisted grotesquely with all the cuts and wounds he acquired during the torture. On the side was his amputated finger that still had the ring on it.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

All that I see is my five-year-old self, just with different hair color and… and… Ears and tail. When I look at the mirror like this, all I can see is my mystical ears and tail. I look like a cosplayer, but believe it or not, this is actually real. My ears looked like that of a fox, and my tail too. My hair turned gray, matching the color of my eyes. Even the ears and tail that I’ve grown was of the same color. I don’t know if I’m dreaming or not, but several days had already passed.

I felt like putting up a sign. Welcome to Dweeb Beach. Beware of Unexploded Buffoons. Was this what I looked like, too? I shoved the girl sitting on my stomach off me. “You don’t understand. This isn’t romantic. It’s a cautionary tale. We fucked up and next time we might not be so lucky.” “But we can’t die,” said Flossie. “Yo’ said so.” “You’re not listening. The weretic pulled off Dudley’s head with the spine still attached—” okay, that didn’t happen, but I was trying to paint a picture “—and ate it. He ate his head. You can’t regrow limbs.”

“For that little money, you chased me across countries?!” ROSALINE ALBERTO AND ORLA GREY The room was dark, lit only by a single bulb that flickered weakly overhead. The room looked spooky; some.weird shadows were reflecting on the wall. There were three Labubu dolls stabbed at the heart and placed on the bedside table. The teddy bear on the bed had no eyes; it was carefully plucked out by Rosalie. Pictures of human skeletons were used to decorate the room. Rosalie sat in a wheelchair at the center, her body rigid, her eyes closed. She was humming an imaginary song from.her head. She suddenly smiled as she recalled something. Her hands gripped the armrests so tightly her knuckles had gone wh

In his massive, clawed hand, he held something dripping thick with black sludge. Marcus came in close behind, clutching a silver broadsword like it was the only sensible thing left in the world. “What is that?” I asked, my voice tight, staring at the grotesque thing as it dripped onto the Persian rug. It was an effigy. A twisted, horrifying doll made from dried swamp vines, tied together with human hair, and crowned with the bleached skull of a wolf pup. Its eye sockets glowed with sickening, unnatural purple light.

Darius carried the box to the table. Then carefully peeled back the tape. No sounds. No movement. Just an ordinary cardboard box. He lifted the lid. And within seconds, his entire expression changed. Aurora immediately stood. "What is it?" Darius didn't answer. He simply stared at the contents. Aurora walked over. Then froze. Inside the box was a doll. But not an ordinary doll. Its face was stained and worn. Its eyes were different sizes. One side looked as though it had been deliberately damaged.

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn