Jack The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

His hatred for Lisa kept increasing as she was the child of that woman and another man. It was 7 months ago that he discovered she was a healer after placing the locket around her neck. "So you both hate and love Lisa?" Vanessa asked. "Yeah, kind of! She's a cute little one but she pisses me off a lot and thinking of the pain I have to eat every full moon, I just wanna whack her to death but I can't. Vanessa, you are a flame fairy. My wolf type is scared of your flames of Nirvana. A bite from you is what triggered everything. But, I'm sorry for trying to kill you. It won't ever happen again, I promise." Jack said with palms pressed together.

She didn't want to say a lot because she's starting to get bored. “You'll eat it, by the way. I know that Sirene already told you about me doing this.” Soheila continued. The three Jacks' eyes widened especially Jackarie. Their bodies get eaten by humans. That is terrible. JACKARIE didn't want to experience how he killed his wife. However, it seems that Soheila will do that to him seeing her smile at him. He didn't know how Soheila found out about it, but it scares him.

And I can call Uber or a taxi for my safe journey. -" I mean not your first time but...." It became awkward, a big man with tattoos on his skin who looked like a killer was struggling in talking with me, a young girl. It was a little bit funny. -"Manny it is ok just finish it," I said to him and looked through the window into the dark night. I stopped to breathe when a car went by a street and lighten a person standing near the door of a tattoo shop. Jack, he is here. He was dressed all in black. His long hair was a mess, which was laying on his shoulders and his eyes black as tar. His face is cold as ice. and his gaze burning with fury into me and Manny. I was half-naked with a man doing m

“I’ve got a secret to tell you. Bart didn’t die in a car accident. He was killed by a wild beast.” “What craziness is this?” I exclaimed. “Shhh. Keep your voice down. They’re out there somewhere,” he said as he looked up toward the rooftops. “I really need to go,” I said. Marc’s words about Jack being touched in the head were ringing true. “If you get in that cab with him, you won’t come out alive,” Jack warned. “What? So, now my date’s a serial killer?” I chuckled. “He’s an animal,” Jack hissed.

While the other dragged Zack's left foot to the lake's dock through the back door. Zack fights to breathe while crawling to resist his grandmother from dragging him down the lake with both hands. When he was wailing on the floor over Jackie's lifeless body, numbness struck his foot when he didn't realize Debbie had shot him. And everything happened so rapidly that he didn't have time to think about it. When he witnessed Jackie's terrible condition, time seemed to stand still for him. And it hasn't yet dawned on him whether anything he's seen is true.

The urge to wrap her up in cotton wool and keep her hidden from the evils of this world was beyond an urge or a feeling. That’s why I killed Jack. I hoped it hadn’t come to that. Jack was a very handy person to have on your side. He may be bold and crass and was a demon in his own right because I will not put him under any other category than a monster, but he did have value. I had tried to talk to him, even asked him to not touch Tala. I even went as far as to tell him I wanted to claim her as my own, but he wouldn’t hear it. His beast was set on destroying my little princess, adamant that he was going to teach her a lesson and once Jack and his beast have their mind set on something, they

he mumbled, his words laced with pain. My heart caught in my chest. That was my mom’s name: Leia. But a… werewolf mother? The absurdity of the idea made me want to laugh, but the conviction in Jack’s voice, even in his dazed state, gave me pause. It was as if he genuinely believed in what he was saying. “You can’t hide forever, Celeste,” he murmured, almost pleadingly. I sucked in a breath. How could Jack weave such a fantastical narrative while under the influence of sleeping pills? Was it something he genuinely believed deep down, or was it just the pills making him spout nonsense?

Jack said; he frowned briefly, and then a smile broke out on his face, "Of course, I am in!" "Good," I said, grinning. "On three," he grunted as he was punched in the gut. "Now, you've made the big bad alpha angry." Jack's eyes flashed golden, and he snarled, his canine protruding, his claws out, and he swiped at the attacker's face, yanking off a great deal of flesh from his cheek. Then he moved into his neck, ripped out of his throat without remorse. "For the vultures," he said, discarding his lifeless body. He turned to the others, "Now, who wants to be minced meat for the scavengers?" his voice was a low growl, but it had enough threat and warning to scare the attackers.

Jack Jack replayed those word in mind again or Pat continued to scream the same thing over and over "you fucking killed her". Charles the head of security had entered the floor as the scene unfolded. Jack felt his heart racing, his colour drained from his face, and his world fell apart with those words on repeat.

I close my eyes and fall into a variation of my usual nightmare. It’s quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the soft patters of mouse paws skirting across wooden floorboards. I’m in the old slave holding cell from my childhood but I am, as I am now, an adult. I’m in my assassin outfit. There are slaves all around me, but they are frozen in time. Their mouths are agape as if they are afraid and their eyes are empty as if they’ve lost the will to live. Their forms are distorted into odd postures, some with their legs bent over their heads or an arm bent backwards against the joint and up. They don’t have hair or distinguishable faces, and they all wear the same rags I remember from my childhoo