Famous Creepypasta Characters Novels & Stories

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

Mia yawned. “......” I didn’t say a word as I knew she would explain things through so I sat quietly waiting for her explanation while eating. “Charles as you like to call him” she giggled so did I as her smile was very contagious. “He is a very dark creature as he is Death himself he has up tainted souls of millions of or even billions of creatures. Like the vampires and the Lycanthropes have a beef with him, their plans are still unknown but it’s of no good not one bit!!” Mia said in a warning voice that was cold and fearful.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

I understand they rely on human blood to survive, but why do they continue using those dead people as puppets and enslaved people? The woman I saw earlier is the one with the pure black hair I invited to dinner the last time, the one who ignored me, and now I know why she ignored me, why all the other maids ignore me, and why they have lifeless eyes, it's because they're dead. Danrious is in charge of them, so I must speak with him. But I still can't just accept the scenario I saw earlier, where her shoulders up to her lower body have turned violet like she's been dead for ages but hasn't decayed yet.

No, not now! ‘Sha…za…sha…’ the deep menacing sound that never makes sense begins to get louder and suddenly I’m in that dreaded crypt once again. The tall shadowed being in the corner writes something on the wall with his long knife-like claw. A crawler, but not just any crawler… there’s something far more terrifying about him than any other crawler… There’s not as much smoke around him, he’s taller… stronger… This is their leader, and he’s the one who’s coming for me.

It looked like a werewolf, but its proportions were all wrong—too long, too lean, its claws like obsidian daggers. It was a Creeper—a rogue wolf that had spent so long away from human form that it had devolved into something monstrous. They were the boogeymen of the pack, the things mothers warned their pups about. The creature prowled toward her, its breath a foul-smelling mist in the cold air. It stood over her, its shadow swallowing her whole. "You smell of the Silver Poison," the creature rumbled, leaning down until its wet snout was inches from her face. "And the stench of a Broken Bond. You are a carcass already, little bird. Why do you still breathe?"

The characters I had freed in the library started to crawl out of the writer's other notebooks. The Mafia King, the Werewolf Alpha, and the Dark Queen they were all here. They were small, only six inches tall, but they were angry. They swarmed over the writer, their tiny swords and claws glinting in the desk lamp's light. "No! Stop! I’m your mother!" the writer screamed, swatting at them. "You’re our prison!" the Queen yelled, stabbing her in the hand. I grabbed Elle and headed for the bedroom door. I didn't want to see what the characters did to her. I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of this house.

” Thank you, Grandfather! They are so called their name because they are creatures that were created half and half. A mixture of oddities. Some were half scorpion, half men, others were half spider, half tiger. Half snake, half men and so on and so forth. They all have one thing in common--they are deadly and they work for Cronos. There were so many and they were coming from every where. Zac rushed into Helena’s side to protect her from the growing swarm of creatures. “Who’s gonna help you now?”Asked Persephone.

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

They all stopped meowing at once. The place that was filled with hellish crying earlier suddenly became dead silent. The huge contrast was tough to get used to. “Did… Did something come out from the blood pool?” Maya asked with a tone of uncertainty. Alex nodded. “Yes!” “Is there really something? What is it?” Anna asked. “It’s a female ghost! I thought Mr. Hanson was a more humane member of the Blood Cult who only used cat blood but not human blood. It seems like I overestimated him. Quite a number of people had died in this blood pool!” Alex said.