Godzilla Nes Creepypasta Red Novels & Stories

It’s Rita’s turn to get us all water. This time as our knotts deflate, the orgasm is just as intense, but I don’t see the moon goddess. However, a low, feral growl escapes Miguel and his eyes flash red, that flash of red suddenly triggers a strange reaction in Raiden.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

“MMMM” All Red Nest could do was to groan in pain. Who said the Undead did not have any feelings? They definitely felt hurt and rage. They felt fear and anguish. If there was one thing that they didn’t feel, it was guilt and sympathy. Right now, Red Nest was experiencing pain and fear. He felt pain from the limbs that had been cut off, and fear towards the intruders who had so swiftly dealt with him that he had not even had the chance to see them even as they were slicing his limbs off! Besides, he was no fool. The fact that he wasn’t killed cleanly meant that these intruders wanted something from him. He didn’t know who they were, but he dreaded being held captive by such strong assailants.

Her eyes, once a soft brown, were now glowing with a harsh, rhythmic red light. "We see you, Elias," the girl said again. Her voice wasn't her own; it was a layered, echoing sound, like thirteen people whispering into a metal pipe. "You thought you could steal our treasure? You thought the 'Forgotten' belonged to you?" Around the camp, more survivors began to stand up. Kael, the young man Elias had comforted, rose slowly. His head was tilted at a sharp, unnatural angle. Then an old woman. Then a warrior. One by one, their eyes ignited with that same terrifying red glow.

“That’s exactly it. I worry about us; that’s why I want Beel to get inside so I can save him from Asmodeus’s influence.” “Influence?” “Shit. What’s that!?” I didn’t hear the rest of what Leviathan wanted to say because I turned my attention back to Beel and Asmodeus after hearing Belphegor’s remark. Something massive is crawling over Beel’s head. It looks like a massive centipede that wraps itself around his neck. If there’s one thing that I learned from my previous life, it’s that scorpions and centipedes aren’t a good sign.

“Nightmare again?” I nodded, still trying to breathe. “Yeah.” Rhea crawled right into bed beside me without hesitation. “God, I thought we were past this phase. Please tell me it wasn’t blood again.” My throat tightened. “It was worse.” She blinked. “Define worse.” “I was painting.” That silenced her. Even Elias, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, went still. “Shit,” Rhea whispered, drawing her knees up under the blanket. “Like real painting? The creepy, possessed-style stuff? Full-on creepy gallery girl mode?”

She goes back to her previous spot and starts chanting in a dead language. Red starts seeping into the bright white colour of the moon. Everyone starts to get real, the severeness of the situation. No. I can't let this happen. Ryder starts to Goan in pain, his body muscles crackling and his eyes almost bulging out. I let out a blood curdling scream as pain like I have never felt before shoots in my eyes. My head faces upwards at the moon, matching Ryder's. The transferring is beginning. Goddess of Light.

VIOLET-PROTOCOL ACTIVE. The ship’s speakers didn't play an alarm; they played a heartbeat. A slow, heavy, violet heartbeat that resonated with the "Grit" in my blood. On the screens that hadn't shattered, I saw the first casualties. In the "Scrapper Slums," the neon signs didn't just go out—they turned purple. The people standing in the streets didn't fall; they stood perfectly still, their eyes glowing with that same, terrifying violet light. "He's not killing them," I whispered, horror rising in my throat. "He's linking them. He’s turning the entire population of Lagos into a multi-processor for the Violet God. He’s building a hive-mind."

Fuck You! Argh!.." Roaring, the God Of War, Nri Magu, felt frustrated then charged forward. He simply couldn't take it anymore, how could he allow this strange Bloody Red God to underrate him so much. Not only did the Red God discovered his cowardly plans to retreat, but the Red God also referred to him, a 'God Of War' as Little Ones. He didn't even stop there but went on to say that an Avatar of his Avatar, would kill him with just one breath. Even an ant couldn't be killed with just a breath, it was just too humiliating.

“And don’t test me, Ryder. I’ll turn into a rat and chew my way out of this basket.” “Still not letting you go, sweetheart,” he teased in that infuriating baby voice. “Also, you’re in a metal crate now.” Wait. What?! He didn’t. He did. “Ryder, I swear you’ll regret this!” I shouted through the mindlink. “Too late!” Ryder sang. “Oh, hey buddy! Hold this female Godzilla for me, will you? And don’t let her escape—or I’ll have your head instead.” Wait—who was he talking to?