Female Creepypasta Characters Novels & Stories

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?"

I can feel it in my guts that it's familiar. Ugh! Fuck me! Sia runs towards the left across the mist of fog and as the fog slightly moves away, I see blood. Blood! And bodies of students lying in the pool of it. Oh my— Crack crack! I hear the sound from the other corner where the fog is still thick. I gulp in. Did the soldiers do this to the students? The fog clears a bit and that's when I see it! A nightcrawler sucking blood from one of the student. It's a girl! I know this girl. Thata—thats—oh,no Sasha!

I tried to calm her down. "I think it was villain X, Autumn. I think it was him. It has to be him!" She gave me a firm nod and licked her lips nervously. "Nah, I still think it was Casper. Who is Villain X anyway? The one from the X-files? Aliens are not real though ghosts pretty much are. I saw one when I was a kid, it did not look as cute as Casper but it was a ghost. I am sure of it. They can not get past a salt line you know, so I guess we should have salt in hand just in case the vengeful spirit is—"

But the pain didn’t exist there, moreover her hands were placed at the center of her chest between her heart and mana core. Her body started to transform, turning into an inhuman monster that was described by rumors as the “Mist Creeper” a being that could not be defeated with just blade and magic. The Mist Creeper was notorious for devouring adventurers and removing their sanity. But it was supposedly only rumors told by adventurers to look better or to give themselves something to boast about, up until they saw the real thing. Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu.

I smirked. “I don't.” Penn grinned. “But ten rounds usually wipes me out.” “I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about Zel's sex life.” Zeke shook his head. “Yeah, and I learned about yours too!” I shot back. “Wait, be quiet.” Posy whispered. “It's just sex, Posy.” I laughed. “No shh! I hear something.” I heard the sound of snapping twigs. Creatures that closely resembled people emerged from the bushes. Their skin was tinted blue and seemed to be rotting. Pieces of flesh hung off their cheeks and noses.

The demon’s voice changed simultaneously from that of an old woman to that of a small girl and back to a young teenage boy all the voices were screaming one thing “She belongs to us!” The voices then reverted back to an old woman’s and then suddenly changed into a deep croaking voice. “I consecrate and clear Wendy Wayne, let nothing but joy linger around her, in Jesus name!” The black smoke hit up to the sky and it dissipates in a loud ghostly moan and a really long bloody centipede crawled out and I smashed the insect with my feet. Wendy is lying on the ground unconscious, I come to her and she’s still breathing so I lift her up and a portal appears behind me

Jay pressed Angeline's head into his arms and coaxed her, saying, "Listen to me, don't look." Jenson walked up to the corpse. He was a germaphobe like his dad, so he took a paring knife from the coffee table and gently cut through Madam Charlotte's clothes. Even through the thin layer of clothing, it was clear that there were worms squirming inside the corpse. "What is this?" Jenson wondered. Just then, Grand Old Master Ares arrived with Baby Robbie by his side. As soon as they entered the house, they saw Madam Charlotte's corpse in the living room and the creatures squirming inside her body.

“You remember you movie, the DOUBLE? I had to look for houses like this for the woman that played the Psychic, I found this house but the director said it was too creepy for the setting. Later I discovered that the woman who owns it is actually really a psychic. Too bad, it would have been perfect.” Ichabod’s mind was not at rest, especially when he could sense the movement of the powerful woman inside as she got closer to the door. The door opened but instead of the old toothless ugly witches of his time, he was surprised to see a woman who wasn’t old at all and the worst part, she was smiling at the two ladies. “Hello, Tonia,” Vivian shouted and the two hugged. Ichabod watched as Vivian in

"If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…" I pushed him down. He tried to resist, but I tapped his cheek lightly and leaned close to his ear. "Good boy. You should listen to your master." Chad froze, and the composure in his eyes immediately vanished. Lust clouded his gaze. "Who smeared the screen? I can't see anything!" "Wait, Vanessa is a succubus? When did she become one?" "No wonder the story is so different now. Turn on the lights! I want to see her tail!"

It was a man, but he was flat—two-dimensional, like a cardboard cutout, shimmering with a glitchy, purple light. He looked up at us, and he didn't have a face. Just a line of text where his eyes should be: [REVISION IN PROGRESS] "Run," I said, my voice cracking. "Run where?" Kieran demanded, shifting partially, his claws extending. "I don't flee from ghosts!"