Female Creepypasta Characters Novels & Stories

She went back to her bed and laid back on it, in the same position as her lifeless body. She laid back, closed her eyes, and opened them. She got up, looked around, and was greeted with the sight of graves. She was back in that same cemetery, but this time the gates were open and she could see them. Only one name came into her mind "Austin". If he can see her, then there was a reason why. She thought he was the key for her to getting back and she wasn't ready to mess it up this time. She left the cemetery and went back to Austin's place. Standing at the exact place where she stood, waiting for him to come back. She was sure no one was home, because all the lights were out and she had gone in

It sizzled against the wool of his coat. "Move!" Tristan shouted, shoving Saoirse forward. The ceiling exploded with movement. Five pale, spindly shapes dropped from the darkness. They were humanoid, but elongated. Their limbs were too long, with extra joints. Their skin was translucent, showing the black organs pulsing beneath. They had no eyes, only gaping mouths filled with needle-teeth. Crawlers. One landed directly on Jora, the scout. It didn't bite her; it wrapped its long limbs around her, crushing her ribs with a sickening crack.

She clawed at the sheets, her eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling. "They... they found the frequency," she whispered, her voice layered with the static of a thousand screaming souls. "The Harvesters. They aren't breaking the door, Killian. They're walking through the light." A shadow detached itself from the corner of the room. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't a man. It was a jagged, multi-limbed nightmare of smoke and obsidian claws, its "face" a swirling vortex of violet energy. It moved with a sickening, stuttering grace, appearing three feet closer with every blink of the eye.

Ironically enough, she has no qualms invading other people's spaces as means of intimidation… now that I think about it, she only does this to people (Nick, for example) she knows who couldn't win against her. Whenever I'm writing a heavy scene, I was listening to Team Cherry's Hollow Knight OST: Welcome to Hollownest by Christopher Larkin for inspiration. Harry Silvers and Sean White was the easiest characters to write for me; Alastor Nyx was probably the hardest. Proserpina actually has a cell phone... she probably just uses it to watch cat/dog videos most of the time though.

________________________________________________ "Ngh! Get off me!" Scarlett squirmed around in their cold-blooded holds and squeaked. The Halflings were ambushed and outnumbered by the creatures revealed as snake-like hybrids, with slimy green scales peaking out from their faux human forms. Their eyes glowed the same yellow hue followed by secretive hissings in the air. "Serpentine." Kairos silently gaunted. "And they're a lot of them too. Roughly 10 at least." Shawn growled, his nose scrunched from the putrid smell of their slimy skins. "What did you do to Zack, Maddie, and Dorian?"

Spit lands wet and warm on my cheek, my hair, my tattered crimson silk—once a gift, now rags clinging to bruised ribs and hollow ribs. They drag me through the gates of the church where Father once stood at the altar, robes crisp and voice kind. The same arched doors. The same stone steps. But the people who once smiled at the High Priest’s little winter star now bare their teeth like wolves. Monster. Abomination. Necromantress. The words I can read on furious lips as they spit them. Down. Down stone stairs into the dungeon beneath the sanctuary.

In this entire domain, there is a place where Tadhg Walter needs to cross two people to leave this place, they are the ones who hold all the taboo secrets. Break Bone Human is only afraid, Tadhg Walter goes through many battles, he will be tired. But Tadhg Walter felt normal, calling Break Bone Human continued. The first, called Haunt Uncle, is a middle-aged man who uses witchcraft, along with demonic techniques, and has a cruel personality. The second one is the Ghost Scene Female General, she is said to be over sixty years old, but she practices dark magic, sucks blood, and looks like a young girl.

This was Lena's territory and she was bound to catch up to me. Lena laughs, a very horrid sound like shattered glass. “You will be Cathy, I promise.” With this, she walks away and almost immediately,the shadows seem to come alive. Slithering forms appear from the darkness, humanoid creatures unlike anything I have seen so far. Their pale bodies are hairless and deformed, their eyes soulless and dark.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

said Michael Afton. I looked at the pic of me and my mob talker daughters “Cupa the Creeper Girl, Archer the Skeleton Girl, Andr the Enderman Girl, Stringer the Spider Girl, Vanessa the Cave Spider Girl, Yaebi the Zombie Girl, Fireball the Blaze Girl, Young Slime the Small Silme Girl, Teen Slime the Medium Slime Girl, Adult Slime the Big Slime Girl, Snowball the Snow Golem Girl, Iron Hammer the Iron Golem Girl, Flyer the Ghast Girl, Young Magma the Small Magma Cube Girl, Teen Magma the Medium Magma Cube Girl, Adult Magma the Magma Cube Girl and Hider the Silverfish Girl. I really miss you all” I said quietly. Then I put the pic away and looked at William Afton feeling down, so King Thorax, Q