Creepypastas Wattpad Novels & Stories

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

He spoke quickly, his face now showing worry. All three of us just sat in silence for a moment. The first thing I remembered when I heard the name 'Layla' was how she was the one who sucked her pet dry because she was bored of it. I quickly jumped out of my thoughts once Nico started laughing. It was a quiet laugh as not to draw too much attention to this conversation, but at this point, vampires were beginning to leave the dining hall so he didn't have to hold back that much. I had never heard him actually laugh before so this was new to me.

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

The absolute sweetest sound in the universe. 80,000 credits, plus my exorbitant hazard pay, flood my account. Yes! I am in such a spectacularly good mood that I practically float all the way to the cafeteria. By the time I arrived, the dining hall is a deafening warzone. Arlo hasn't touched his food. He's gripping his phone like a lifeline. "Rea! The doctor posted it! Chloe's Awakening Purity actually mutated! Do you have any idea how insanely rare that is?!"

"Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me? "Why did you stay alone in the house? With the evil blooming over you, Amara you thought you could stay at home? And you did not feel it important to consult me before you take your decision?" Alex blew a pique on Amara. For a few moments there was a pin drop silence on the other side making Amara more pensive in her present condition and after she felt like an age of waiting he finally replied. "I will be right back." And the next second the line went dead. A girl hardly around the age of ten dressed

I simply preserve what remains of this vessel—this empty frame that walks between the living and the dead. PAIGE’S POV Shaking in fear, I realized the dilemma I was in. The good life I had imagined… shattered. I’d been scammed. From a distance, I saw an old woman approaching. Her lipstick was a deep, unsettling red, and her hair was dyed an artificial blonde. Her eyes were buried beneath thick, smudged eyeshadow. The tick-tack of her sandals on the cold floor echoed so sharply it felt like it pierced through my ears. She looked terrifying—scary wasn’t even enough to describe her.

What the fuck is he talking about? I yank away from him and turn, giving him a shove to put distance between us. “You are so creepy,” I tell him with distaste. “I thought you were a wolf, not a fucking bloodsucker,” I add more to my insults. He still smiles, turning into a chuckle. I have no clue why he thinks it’s amusing to be called a creep. Maybe they didn’t know what creep meant. “Did your ancestors tell you nothing about our kind?” Cree asks curiously.

Layla The bell hasn’t rung yet. I know because I’ve been counting. Timing my exits between periods with the precision of someone who has something to avoid. Third period ends, I wait four minutes, the hallway clears, I move fast and I don’t look up and I get to fourth period before anyone else and I sit at the back and I breathe. Four days of this. Four days of waking up before the house stirs and going to bed after his light goes off and finding seventeen different reasons to be somewhere he isn’t. Four days of dinner plates and careful small talk and passing the salt without making eye contact and telling myself it’s fine, I just need time, I just need to think. I just need to figure out

I tried to pull her to me as we say on the porch but she sat in her own seat and sighed softly as our friends surrounded us. "Ok guys. I need answers. I don't want vague details and talk of thousands of years ago because I don't think I could stand another headache. I want answers on to what the hell is going on." she explained trying to remain calm but her voice was shaking at the end. "Did Deacon explain what an agapitos is?" Bridgette asked and she nodded her head looking at me. She had to feel the pull, otherwise she wouldn't have become so wrapped up in us. She has to feel the pull of our love and the years in the past we have had with each other.

I am a stupid fucking cunt. And then, Isa felt a sudden burst of energy trapped inside her. She was a balloon at the brink of popping itself. Or a volcano under the pressure of magma. Isa crashed on Christie's bed and buried her face in the mattress. She finally burst. No one heard Isa Marie's screams that night. Not even Julie who was crying in grief on her bed. *** AGATHA VISITED THE WEBCRACKERS that evening for a short dinner. It was Ned Webcracker's birthday. John and Sinead Webcracker made some lasagna and roasted chicken. Agatha was not too pleased to come. All she got were passive-aggressive takes and unflattering comments from 71-year-old Ned.