Dark Link Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Forty two Dracul Dark There was no other way to describe it, Elena face had blurred in and out of existence and for a moment I felt myself taste the sweetness that was her. And then darkness, stifling crazy darkness, I lost track of how long I must have called out into it, to the nothingness, I knew I was here, just didn't know where, it seemed like forever in this little trap that seemed concocted to drive me nuts. "Weakkkk!!!" A cold voice hisses through the darkness, cold and slithery like a snake with the subtle underlay of malevolent intention

Something had gotten hold of my right leg. I turned to see a black, shadowed hand grabbing my right leg, pulling me closer to it. It was the Velkrin. It opened its mouth widely. Suddenly, I could feel the life force draining out of me. I would end up like that kitchen maid. My adrenaline was triggered, and my claws drew out their sheaths. I fought back, hoping to live to survive another day. I raked my claws at the shadowed form, scratching and tearing at it with full intensity. It shrieked a cry of pain. I had done damage to it.

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

It was dark, with only two pairs of red glowing eyes showing from it. I tilted my head, frowning. My stomach twisted, unsettled. “Strange,” I whispered. Zara’s voice stirred in my head, low and uneasy. “Don’t look at it too long, Octavia.” “Why not?” I asked her silently. “What do you mean, why not? Because it doesn't feel right, Octavia. You just said it yourself, it feels strange. Can’t you feel it? It’s not just paint. Whoever made this clearly poured something else into it. Something dark.” she whispered as if she actually believed some could hear her all the way from inside my head.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

The dark forest was filled with thick smoke with a mixture of thick fog, squeezing her eyes, Lina continued to get closer Funny, she wants to get scared because the scene reminds her of the horror scene where the serial killer will appear with a knife in his hand… but she can handle those kinds of situations. She can’t be satisfied in the eerie field, imagining the sounds of crows, cracking branch,es and the sound of the wind Her desire to hear take her to the world of imagination “Eeek!” she jumped in horror when a bloody hand appeared on her shoulder, it’s a large hand with long fingers

The sound of a door closing a lock clicking alerted Summer to just how dire her situation was as the three men began to close in on her. Laughing and licking their lips they quickly untied her arms as they began to yank at her clothes. Despite her best effort Summer couldn't stop the images that were beginning to resurface. Images of another time when she had been just as desperate and just as alone, a time when this same exact situation had occured.

It was a nightmare! I have been coping with all the dangerous and painful whispers of the dark for quite some time already. I dream about the same thing almost every fucking night! I do not get the connection... In my dreams, I retain seeing two people. And I know for a fact that it's not a reverie. It was my memory. A memory from a hundred years ago! When I was still in the 17th century! Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead.

Dark and pleased and deeply, deeply interested. He goes to his knees in front of his own desk... Pulls my hips to the edge... Looks up at me... And lowers his head. Arc 33: Wreck Season continues in Chapter 100...

The hallway lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then every light went out. Darkness swallowed Mooncrest. Students screamed somewhere in the distance. Adrian's eyes turned gold. “Lena.” “What?” “Don't move.” I could hear his breathing. Then footsteps. Slow. Coming toward us. Step. Step. Step. Someone was walking through the darkness. Adrian moved in front of me. “Who's there?” No answer. The footsteps stopped. A whisper floated through the darkness. Not Adrian.