Homicidal Liu Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“We don’t engage yet.” “Right,” I said, glancing at the thing one more time. “But if it twitches, I’m setting it on fire.” “You say that like you don’t want to set everything on fire.” “I’m a simple man,” I said. “And that thing’s creepy.” Lia crouched again, squinting at the center of the rift. “It’s… looking for something.” “That’s very comforting. I love when eldritch horrors go window shopping.”

* September 24th. I almost got caught today carrying vials out of the Larch Creek Valley lab at the old disused mill. I managed to slip away unnoticed by the men armed with Wolfbane-loaded rifles, but I dropped two of the three stolen vials and could not retrieve them. This lilac, almost transparent liquid turns these people into puppets who obey every order without asking questions. I saw a guy walk into a fire and, without making a sound, let himself be burned alive. This is not so much cruel as bestial. I don't know what Seamus wants to achieve with this, but I feel terrible. Now I have to tell Poppy even more because I think that this crap will be used on a large scale. *

Rex. Last night was something else. I don’t think I have ever been as angry as I was when I returned to the hall and found fucking Max Jameson bullying Gianna. We were losing the fight when Lily showed up. It turns out those undead rogues can only be killed if their head is ripped off and burning them. She said they were created by a very dark magic and having an army of them can wipe out an entire pack. Luckily she helped to scorch them the moment I ripped their heads off. Without Titan, I was a bit slower and I wasn’t healing.

The hive creatures moved like a single organism—twitching, jerking puppets on invisible strings. Their sewn-shut mouths strained against the neural wire as they lunged, black-gold fluid spraying from their eye sockets in thick ropes. Jeff’s bullets tore through the first three. They didn’t stop coming. Lina backflipped over a gurney, her plasma whip carving one in half at the waist. "Okay, new rule! No more Alien shit in my apocalypse!"

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

I coughed with that remark, and then wondered, when did werewolves and humans start to hate each other? If Alarick is saying the truth, why are we still in this fight trying to make someone pay for the loss of one’s kind? Why killing is so normal that for me, it is a quest I am trying to accomplish?

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,

My eyes were heavy and I felt a boiling pain in my heart, just one blink a river of emotion poured out like acid burning in my heart, I hysterically wailed. "M...mama........!!!!!!!!!!!!" "N.no..no..no..no........................" Mama lay cold on the floor flooded with blood, the ghost and his gang walked past me and made their way through the door. Ten minutes later... I was still holding mama by my hand, and I was clouded with tears before one of the men in the community walked in and saw the blood on the ground. "W..what have you done?" I looked up to meet his gaze. I shook my head "n..no I didn't do anything"...

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

No one knows how these mysterious killings brought about by a veiled creature began. Some of the people interviewed by Mark in the past admit that such a being is just a myth, it only exists in one's wild imagination. Yet he believes otherwise. He is a victim of the handiwork of the manananggal. He became an unwilling orphan at a young age because of it. He vowed on the grave of his parents that he will leave no stone unturned in searching for their killer.