Female Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I whispered into the empty room, the question hanging in the air unanswered. Then, a tremor started deep within my bones, a sickening vibration that felt utterly wrong. My hands, still wet with tears, began to twitch. A strange, thick saliva filled my mouth, a taste both metallic and animalistic. It dripped onto my wrists, and I watched, horrified, as my fingers elongated, stretching like something being pulled apart. The bones groaned and shifted beneath my skin. My breath hitched in my throat. My nails, once neatly trimmed, thickened and darkened, sprouting into sharp, black claws that curled with a life of their own. A wave of nausea rolled through me, a primal revulsion at my own changin

Tentacles burst out in his back as they waved wildly, black liquid seeped out of his body and slowly spread out on all parts of the room. The figure that was once my mother was steadily crawling towards me, its crooked head was looking up as it crawled with its limbs slowly. While the thing that was my father was still convulsing laughing maniacally as small tentacles sprouted on every part of his body. The stench was unbearable like rotting meat that was left under the sun; I could not help but gag and vomit on the floor. I noticed worm-like creatures wriggling in my vomit as I felt some of them in my mouth.

Trepidation crawls up my spine as it purposely creeps in my direction. Closing my eyes again, I repeat my mantra and try to calm down my breathing. “It’s not real, Zoe. It’s not real.” Taking another deep breath, I slowly open my eyes. A scream lodges in my throat as the mist rises and takes shape. I stumble back and look on in horror as it opens what looks like a mouth with sharp fangs and growls.

They went into the dark, red-lighted room, filled with different stench as they strode in quietly and carefully, looking at the creepy scriptures. Suddenly, something horrific jumped out of nowhere with a funny, weird, and creepy sound, startling both of them as they both screamed. They ran out of the section only to be attacked by a group of half-headed, mutilated bodies and bloody-looking creatures. They screamed in fright, kicking them away as they ran through the creepy building that never seemed to end, coming across everything that could give them goosebumps and make their heart nearly jump out of their chests. By the time they were out of the building, they were both panting heavily,

Before long, I was no longer satisfied with just touching her black stockings; my movements intensified. I pulled her black stockings apart, revealing her fair long legs. So fair and so soft! I had never seen such beautiful thighs before! I was completely captivated, like a beast, I pinned her down, tearing at her outfit frantically. Before long, the ground was covered with torn stocking pieces and our clothes. The tent was spacious, giving me enough room to move. From the bed to the ground, from the ground to the tent entrance, the entire tent was marked by our traces.

To my horror, his footsteps near and I quickly close my eyes not wanting to see anything else, but to my dismay, he grabs my arm dragging me out from under the table, his cheek is still a little red from my slap but his eyes are molten gold, fuelled by rage. “What the hell was that?” he snarls, “They’re Crawlers, creatures who are deadlier than you think, and you should get checked because it’s only going to get worse,” I say quietly, daring not to look down and hope neither does he. “I mean, what the hell did you fucking pull?!” he growls, yanking me closer and I shriek, feeling my breasts hit his chest and I think my tummy touched something. My heart pounds as an odd feeling rushes through

A vampire-werewolf hybrid, a creature of darkest legend. "I trust you're feeling better, little one?" His deep voice had this velvety quality that should have sounded seductive but instead sent a tingle of dread up my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the servant lady had gone ramrod straight, her eyes wide like a scared rabbit's. She gave a feeble nod and started babbling something about offering me broth. But Mr. Tall, Pale and Creepy didn't even spare her a glance. "You very nearly didn't survive your...journey to my lands," he went on in that unnerving tone.

Many of the fae are as grotesque as they are colorful. Bright vivid green skin that oozed something that was best not to look too closely at. Or step in. That is reinforced when a kobold walks through the trail and gets stuck firmly in the sludge as the ooze moves up its leg. Lumps so numerous over a stooped back that you could only see the head because of the eyeshine reflected from the torches and candles scattered throughout the room. I can almost hear the grating of the stones against each other as the creatures turn to us. That nails on the chalkboard sound, though the shiver down my spine is from more than just the sound. That hungry look in the thing’s eyes isn’t helping.

My stolen flesh, twisted into this… this parasite. The pull intensifies. A grinding suction deep in my cosmic gut. It’s not just draining. It’s claiming. Recognizing its source material. Seeing me as… fuel. A component to be assimilated. My realm shudders. Mountains groan as if roots are being pulled. Rivers slow, their waters pulled towards the geometric horror looming in the void. Failure isn't death. It's becoming lunch for my own reflection. The ultimate cosmic predator, born from my stolen cells.

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."