Jane The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Thane's POV Jane and Joe tortured me almost every second. They starved my soul, body , and mind. It persisted until I was absolutely clueless about everything and anything. I had given into all of their wishes. Their desires had become mine, and I lost every thought of mine. I had become something like a puppet. I was probably even worse than one. “Do you love Scarlett Kraven?” Jane asked, walking into the room again. “No.” I growled, and she cackled in an evil manner.

When I awoke, it was dark outside, and I could hear people talking. “You should’ve stopped the interrogation; you could’ve killed her.” Sáta yelled at someone. “She told me not to, she knows how important our mission is.” General Abtez retorted. I sat up, looking at my blankets. Blood was everywhere, groaning I stood and headed outside. “Why is there a Berserker in my camp?” I asked Thana as Sáta and General Abtez jumped, turning to look at me.

He looked less like a killer and more like a man who was about to fall apart. She walked to the door. Opened it. Closed it behind her. The hallway was cold. She took the stairs, her hand gripping the railing. Her head was light. Her vision blurred at the edges. She made it to the street. The morning air hit her face. She took two steps toward the curb. Her knees buckled. She hit the ground before she realized she was falling. The concrete was cold against her cheek. Footsteps—distant, then closer. Then his voice. Sharp. Afraid.

It would all be over soon. Then, as her vision began to fade, she heard some horrible growling from all around her . . . from the back towards the alley and from the direction of the street. She saw her attacker . . . saw him staring first in one direction and then another. He snarled and tried to locate his dropped weapon. Then a . . . dog . . . jumped on him from out of nowhere, but it was bigger than any dog Jane had ever seen. And it seemed strange. . . bipedal. Then a second such animal impacted Jane's attacker, and she heard the man in the suit begin to scream. She saw two more such animals rush past her and head towards the alley. She hoped they got to that other dog in time. Jane's t

"Haven't you ever watched a scary movie? You can't go upstairs. You always die upstairs." Alex looked over his shoulder, his cell phone light brightened him enough to see a golden hue travel over his eyes. "Jane, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, okay? I'm one of the monsters in this story." Jane nodded, knowing he wasn't a monster, but none of this wasn't normal. Going after the killer wasn't something she wanted to put on her résumé. She followed closely behind him, mimicking his steps on the stairs, trying not to make any unnecessary sounds. She figured a lycan could hear well like a wolf.

Trapped for years until nothing remained except a shell desperately clinging to life? Seeing the woman's face twisted with pain and exhaustion, Jane could only see herself reflected in it. She could picture her own future with frightening clarity. Years spent being used however these creatures pleased. Years spent watching hope slowly rot away. Years spent becoming so weak that standing would feel impossible. The image made her stomach churn. Without a second thought, she turned toward Liliana and smiled, though there wasn't a trace of warmth behind it. "I thought I had already seen monsters," Jane said quietly. "But now I know I was wrong. I haven't seen anything worse than you before."

“If you’re going to ask me to show up at the funeral of the person who had kidnapped my children and almost killed me before I killed her in retaliation, then I suggest you cancel that thought because I’m not doing it with you. She had kidnapped my children. That’s her crossing the line. Now I don’t care if she’s dead or alive she still crossed a line not meant to be crossed. She paid with her life. That’s good enough for me.” I sighed. On the other hand, Jane could be cold whenever she wanted to be. Someone knocked on the door with me going to open it as I saw an elder there. Something was up again which I needed to attend to. I looked back with Jane smiling at me before I knew she didn’t m

She was staring at the ceiling, trying hard to pretend none of this was happening. “What’s your name?” I asked. She hesitated. “Jane. My name is Jane.” Jane? Even her name was common. “Who are you, Jane? I asked. Her head turned toward me. “I’m a maid,” she said. “Obviously,” I retorted. “Who owns you?” I asked. “I'm a person of my own. Although I work for Alpha Theo, the alpha of the blood moon.” Something stir within me as she mentioned the blood moon. How did a wonderful treasure like her end up in the blood moon?

With a grunt the grey man-thing shoved Jane onto his huge foot long phallus. Jane screamed out in pain. Then the mammal began to brutally fuck her, holding onto her hips and moving her up and down very fast. The two-inch-wide cock ripped and tore her sensitive vagina, causing her excruciating pain. The housewife could take it no longer, and begun to pass out from the brutal fuck. Spots appeared in front of her eyes before she saw nothing but only felt the pain, much of which she would mercifully not remember. Jane awoke laying upon the cold gravel floor an unknown time later. Above her the mistress stood, her legs straddling the housewife's face. Even as she first opened her eyes, she saw th

When Alex did not respond, Jane cocked her head to the side with a mischievous grin and said, "How about that, Mr. Poole? My understanding about you has been rather accurate from all the years I've been with you, hasn't it?" "... Why would you think that I'm here to kill you?" Alex asked. Jane laughed in disbelief. "Mr. Poole, it--it's not even funny anymore for you to ask a question like that. I already know all about how much you want me dead from the third day after you chased me out. I almost died on top of a mountain; I came close to being raped by half a dozen vicious men before death, and now you are asking me why I think that you are here to kill me? Alex Poole, am I that stupid in y