Discovery Island Creepypasta Novels & Stories

He walked to a corner of the room and dialed a number he knew by heart. After a few rings, “ son, I have been waiting for your call since yesterday. Were you able to locate Marek's rogue encampment?” Rowan’s voice crackled through the line. Silas didn't waste time with pleasantries, “ Father, lots of things happened yesterday and even today. There is a crazy primordial maniac on the loose, he is the one creating those abominations and he also wants Naelis for himself . We also found out Naelis is uncle's mate and also a primordial, her mother is alive and her uncle is Mar…..” He spoke fast, his voice low as he informed Rowan of everything that had been happening.

he explained and Hazel reminisced on when she had pulled him out of the burning car. “So here I am…ready to offer her that” he added and everyone’s gaze became teary before an image displayed at the background. “Is that a portrait?” “A picture of an island?” the guests whispered amongst themselves and even Hazel was left confused. “This island was recently discovered and is being developed right now…it’s called Hazel island,” he blurted and they all stared at him in disbelief. “He fucking bought you an island.” Tasha screamed in disbelief, and Hazel shook her head in denial. That couldn’t be possible, right?

I rested my head against his chest and tuned back into Meril’s story. "We left the kitchen when we heard a man taunting someone that he called a witch. We slowly crept to the voice but we ran into a dungeon looking area before we found him. The dungeon smelled worse than the kitchen. The floor was sticky with blood, vomit, and feces. I couldn't handle the smell anymore and I lost my stomach. James examined a body lying next to a table that had four pulley systems. There was an empty glass lying near a torn up sheet. We heard a scream from a man and we took off running. There were tunnels everywhere so we split up to check them out. That's when you ran into me."

His son, Ben, was my best friend, as our parents were before us. It was Darren Richards who filled in the blanks for me. He put my memory loss down to childhood trauma. That witnessing my parents brutal murder had been the trigger. My mind blocked out everything as a way to protect myself from the pain of loss. The last thing I know, is that we are not alone in this world. That living amongst us are all manner of creatures that would do us, humans, harm. That the Hunters were created to protect humans from these creatures. I found this out when I turned 10. Darren brought me and Ben to his headquarters, he explained to us that it was creatures that killed my parents. That if we wanted to, we

For it is on the island where Lesedi loves that I sought shelter after escaping from Harold. Mtungagore and his daughter do not waste time. They claim that they would rest after everything else gets back into place. They vanish on a portal heading straight to get Sid. Aunt Ella and Mia bring the food and soon after the sumptuous meal, we both fall asleep. I have an unnerving dream. In the dream, I see everyone settled and happy. Good relations have been forged between all of the supernatural beings. I see vampires, mere people, fairies, trolls, werewolves, werecats, witches, and wizards living together in harmony.

Taylor couldn't help but wonder if there was a sinister plot lurking beneath the surface. Determined to uncover the truth, Taylor decided to tail Jack discreetly. Following him through the camp's dark woods, Taylor stumbled upon a secluded clearing. There, Jack was deep in conversation with Mr. Brown, discussing something that sounded like a secret plan. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and the night sky filled with ominous clouds. The peaceful camp transformed into chaos as a bizarre, otherworldly creature emerged from the woods, drawn by an ancient incantation. It became suspicious for Taylor that Camp Rainier held secrets beyond their wildest imaginations. They all quickl

"I was on an island, totally alone. It was essentially only a fix of sand, encompassed by miles and miles of sea. A wonderful holy messenger plummeted out of the mists, traveling in my direction. Alongside her, a bunch of steps showed up, unadulterated white and driving very high. Be that as it may, when she broadened her long, pale white hand, I was unable to take it. I came to as hard as possible, however just before I might get inside a foot of those steps and the lady, would move farther away. Right underneath me, notwithstanding, it was an alternate story. The sand thundered and turned as hot as coals. The fire was quickly moving underneath my feet. I yelled in torment, going around the

"They learned together, until they graduated in a scientist institution and became an apprentice of one's well-known scientists. For them it isn't enough, they quit the job as an apprentice and planned to build their own company and legacy. One day, on their journey, the boy on the left, his name is Isaac, discovered a forest full of night creatures that has a lot of power and long lifespan, or it's safe to say that they will never be dead unless they wanted to. Those creatures are vampires and wolves, suddenly they came with those creatures, they learned and learned on how they get their blood that contains a long lifetime. They catched one vampire and one wolf for their experiment but sadl

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.

It echoed through the trees, vibrating in their chests, reminding them of a heartbeat—only slower, heavier, unnatural. Jenna stiffened, her eyes scanning the black horizon. “Do you hear that?” she whispered. Mateo clutched his rosary, his lips moving silently before words escaped. “Dios mío… It’s drums. Someone’s out there.” Steeve The rhythm crawled under his skin, icy and unrelenting. He remembered an article he once read, half-dismissed at the time: stories of isolated islands, untouched by civilization, where tribes preserved rituals of blood and fire. Cannibalism, the word whispered now, gnawed at his thoughts. His throat dried, his body tense. “This isn’t just animals,” he muttered, vo