Creepypasta Wattpad Novels & Stories

” “Well,my mother was a very sensitive woman Beth.She firmly believed the manor had its own presence and she felt it in a way.” “Like a spiritual presence?” “I guess you could call it that.I remember her telling me that on her wedding night,she heard footsteps going up and down the hallway past her bedroom door.My father was sleeping soundly and so she decided to check who it was…as it turned out it wasn't so much a ‘who’ but a ‘what’…” Beth shivered,remembering her vision of the casket and the little girl giving her that ominous warning.So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading.

Adonis I keep going up the empty path. Everyone was on a shift inside the mansion or with the Lord in the hall in the Crite. When I reach the halfway point to my destination, something grabs me from behind. It happens so fast! The next thing I know, my neck is being ripped off my body and I am no longer breathing! LD

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

She smiled thinking to herself maybe this was a night of creepiness. _____♡♡♥♥♡♡_____ A/N Happy Halloween! I hope you enjoyed this! I wanted to put something up for this night as I love writing horror. Infact I started off with a horror story on wattpad but never got around to finish it. I'm planning to finish it after I'm done with this book. So how are you all? I missed you guys and your sweet comments. Thanks so much for holding on to this book for so long. I really appreciate it.

Nina smiled as he looked at the tombstone with Amber Hudson engraved on it. “I miss her.” “I miss her too.” Lane kissed Nina's forehead. ~ The night was long and distant. The moon was at its peak, giving off the brightest rays and flourishing the earth with its glow. “I'm Cataleya Drew. The witch who created the first vampires and werewolves. I've returned. Powerless, but I'm going to find a way to put an end to what I created. The O'Connors, the Salvadors, and the Graysons will suffer at my feet because I'm going to bring them to their very end. I always find a freaking way.” Cataleya's lips stretched into a smirk as she walked on the tarred road. It was midnight. The town was still and ser

With that, he left me at the table with the book in my hand. I eagerly flipped open the pages and came across the introduction penned by the author. It read, "In this book, we have compiled all the authenticated information about Cerberus the Reaper and his Minions." As I delved further into the pages, I stumbled upon a passage that increased my interest - it detailed a ritual involving the creation of a salt circle, triggering a flashback of a night from my past. Intrigued, I decided to start from the beginning, where a warning greeted me: "If you are faint-hearted, do not proceed. This is not your typical fantasy."

"But before you go, can I borrow your phone? I want to look at this woman’s profile more closely." He handed over his phone without question and began trying to find suitable clothes to wear. I downloaded the Ctok app before navigating to the account belonging to the video’s creator. As I scrolled through her previous posts, my skin crawled with irritation. There were dozens, maybe hundreds, of posts about werewolf lore, conspiracy theories, and weird diagrams of the lunar cycle. The more I scrolled, the more disturbed I became.

Beside it lay three notebooks, each swollen with loose pages. I started with the nearest. The first pages were worse than useless. Online printouts about full moon transformations, bite transmission, silver, wolfsbane, “lycanthropic bloodlines,” half of it clearly lifted from films, games or roleplay forums where people took fantasy far too seriously. Someone calling themselves MoonSaint89 had written three whole pages on “alpha mating compulsion,” and even in my current state I nearly threw that section across the room. Another article claimed werewolves communicated telepathically through “the lunar field,” which would have been funny if Jenny weren’t missing and if I weren’t rifling throu

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and such. Hi! Thank you for reading my work. It's still in progress but if you're reading this, I'm really grateful and I appreciate your time. The story's idea was first made by the 12 year-old me (which was about 8 years ago). Too many things happened and because of our family transferring from one place to another, the papers on which I had written the story into, were misplaced and gone. I had them handwritten before. Luckily, I somehow got bored one day and remembered about this, so I decided to download Wattpad again and recover

I sank into the chair, my hands hovering over the keyboard, but my mind was elsewhere, somewhere far away, replaying Daphne’s scary face, her fangs inches from my neck about to rip it off, her voice dripping with jealousy and pure hatred. “You’re his,” she’d said, so sure I was stealing Alex’s attention, his affection, or whatever she thought he owed her. The idea was laughable, Alex barely tolerated me but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn’t want any part in her supernatural drama, her coven rivalries, or her twisted obsession with my stepbrother. I didn’t want any of this...the vampires, the blood, the constant fear of being someone’s next meal. I glanced at the posters on my wall