Lavender Town Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Nico just scoffed, "Believe me, Xander, I'm pretty sure you can lie out of this one, plus Layla may be a Bronwyn but she's not a genius." My brows furrowed as he said that. She must be the Lord's daughter. I didn't even know he had a daughter. "I heard my name!" An unfamiliar voice sang out. All three of us turned our heads to the left to see who said it. A blonde vampire strut towards us, smiling as we all looked at her. Xander quickly sat up straighter as she approached. I leaned back against Nico out of nervousness, but couldn't help but look over her features.

CELESTE I shouldn’t be scared or nervous at all. It’s just a damn massage but sitting with these ladies in the waiting room to have my whole body on full display before a man is scary as fuck. The place smelled of lavender and peace but deep down I knew that right behind these walls things were happening.

The lantern flame shivered as if it could feel the sound. “Poios eísai…?” (Who’s there?) Red points opened in the dark—two at first, then another pair lower, wrong in their spacing. The light wobbled in his hands. He took a step back; the rack bit his spine. A shape uncoiled from shadow. Long where it shouldn’t be, jointed where bone had no right. The smell came first—iron and damp stone and something like old meat that remembered being warm. “Boítheia!”

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.

Liora gestures to a seat at her small, round kitchen table, and I settle into it as she sits across from me. “I know this sounds out of the blue,” I begin carefully, “but I’ve been seeing things. Visions. I’ve seen a woman, tall, black hair like ink, eyes the color of fresh blood. And recently, I saw her again, on the edge of my campus, in the real world. I think… I know she’s connected to something dark. Something old. And there was this drawing of a creature in a cave outside of town, where a coven used to practice magic. I think the creature is called a Lycan.”

[Lavender's Damage Absorption Threshold: 100% >> 93% >> 89%. *Rrrrrrriiiip!* [Lavender's Damage Absorption Threshold: 86% >> 77%] Floating in mid-air, Ravyn swiftly tore off the sleeve of her bodysuit herself to prevent the relentless fire from spreading further. "I can hardly believe it, everyone. Lavender has ripped her own bodysuit with her bare hands!"

Alchemy and magic has always been something that people have always admired or feared to have but even admist all of this there was a place which was separated from the eyes of the human and it was called The Wasteland . Wasteland was filled with fairies , human with supernatural abilities , witches , also alchemy . They all lived there without any kinds of conflicts. At this time in the human world , In the small town of Lavender there lived a scientist August Jones along with his son Arthur Jones , who had a friend named Layla . Arthur is eight year old now .

Cael's POV I rubbed my eyes; this place smelled too much of trash. I came to this run-down place to keep an eye on the group of humans by the pool table, tracking them, not following. One of those men was supposed to receive a package, and if my hunch was right, it came from the witches. Then a scent hit me like a brick wall. Not perfume. Not liquor. Not the thick smoke curling in the air. Lavender, mixed with the scent of rain. Though something darker, wilder, and something that clawed at my chest and made it hard to breathe. Her.

She shuddered to think about vampires being so driven they would snatch someone from her own back yard. “Where’s Ledyard?” Leesa had heard the name, but couldn’t place the town. “Over by New London,” Uncle Roger said. “A bit north of it.” Leesa pictured the map in her head again and felt her heart speed up. If you made a triangle out of the incidents, the area where Rave said the vampire lair was hidden would be inside that triangle. She doubted it was a coincidence. She especially did not like that this was happening on the heels of her dream the other night.

He would be lucky enough if he had special weapons to use, but at the moment he had none. “Care to tell me what is going on? Because the last thing I remember I was sleeping in my condo.” “I understand your confusion, but to cut it short, there is another world apart from what the human has, which is our world – Terra Lucien.” Lanver brushed his fingers on his hair, one thing he usually does when frustrated. He was still having a hard time processing in his mind that vampires were real, and then there was this another revelation that seemed so out of the world.