Jack The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

It seemed to slow the Vampire down, but he wasn’t going to be defeated that easily. The waves crashed against them, occasionally forcing them beneath the surface of the salty water as they struggled, but the East River could claim neither of them, and as Aaron tightened his grip on the Vampire’s waist, he could feel his opponent’s strength begin to fade. This man had killed at least a dozen people, maybe more, over the last three years. He’d mutilated, slashed, dismembered, and decimated the bodies of each of his victims. They’d been too late to stop him from murdering the woman he’d disappeared with tonight, but Aaron was certain this particular Vampire would never have the opportunity to k

There was no way Gina had turned into murderer overnight. "You know I've always thought she was just a common thief," The man said, looking at Liana. He was seated on a chair placed right in front of her. He had removed his mask but she didn't recognize him. He was not a native of her little town. "I can't believe she'd kill someone who'd never done anything wrong to her. She's one cold hearted girl."

"Why don't you tell me. From the very first time you came into my dreams, were you sincerely begging me to come back and live with you? Or begging me to come back and lie down on an operating table to have my organs harvested?" He froze. I smiled and went on. "You want me back, not to reconcile, but to send me to my death." "What a shame that the one cast out now, friendless and forsaken, is you." Hearing this, Jack's face went utterly white. So all along, his scheme had been seen through by me from the start. Every one of his pleas was now nothing but a joke. Suddenly, a figure came stumbling into the building and ran straight toward us. Jack was dumbstruck again, his voice trembling.

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.

I want to ask about a dead one she used to be with but I am afraid to scare her again. -"You let me in. It isn't very smart, you know that I am a killer." I stepped closer to her and she raised her green eyes at me, her face was pale but still very beautiful. My voice was almost a whisper but my tone didn't tremble. Because I said a fact. I was fighting with myself every hour every minute every second in being near her, it was torture to me. it doesn't matter how full I am I still want to taste her and to have her, to mark her. She stood up from her sofa. And almost breathed to my face. My all body tensed from her smell I couldn't help I knew my eyes already were black but it seemed that it

“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.

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.

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