Lavender Town Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Our help in wiping out her parents, in exchange for her life. “Lavender.” Xan’s voice filled my head. Our minds were linked in a intimate manner, I could hear and feel everything, Xan, my wolf, felt without any difficulty. “She smells like lavender.” He growled as he nudged me forward, closer to Aurelia. Now wasn’t the time for that though, the reason I was here, lurking in the darkness of her room was because I was curious to know if I was right. That pull I felt… it couldn’t possibly be…

The scent of the damp earth and the wind rushing past me was grounding, but it couldn’t completely erase the image of Lyra’s face from my mind. Her red eyes. Her scent. Her voice. It all lingered, pulling at me in ways I didn’t understand, and but I don't fucking give a damn now anymore. We stopped abruptly at the edge of a clearing, the moonlight spilling down onto the grass. Alias growled low in frustration, the emotions we were both trying to escape still gnawing at us. Then I caught it. A scent, faint but unmistakable. Lavender. It wasn’t just in my head this time. It was real, and it was nearby.

The streets shimmered with moonlight, the storefront lights cast a glow that seemed almost to whisper of the magic that lay beneath the city's surface. "This way," Lila said, her voice a whisper as she tugged me down a narrow alley. My heart raced as we approached a hidden door, the scent of the bayou growing stronger. The door opened with a creak, revealing a staircase that descended into darkness. The air grew colder, the smell of earth and moss almost overwhelming. The Moon's Haven was not just a rumor; it was a reality waiting to be explored.

“I still can’t make up my mind if I wanna fuck you here or upstairs.” “You ain’t fucking me nowhere, Haunter. Make love? Wherever you feel like it, whenever you feel like it.” “That sounds so vanilla.” “Vanilla? Take off your glasses and I’ll show you vanilla.” * ** THE END **

A tumultuous three days that ended with the shocking revelation of my mate's true nature. A revelation I was certain had become an open secret. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't forget the scene of Ira tearing through a rogue's carcass. Monstrous. That was the only word I could use in describing it. I shook off my thoughts and hit the shower in preparation for my meeting with the Elders. Soon enough, I sat on my throne with a grotesque expression, as they all debated on my mate. "A Lycan lives amongst us," Elder Clawmark said with a terror-riddled expression. "The people are panicking. How are we supposed to tame the beast?"

Third Person POV "I, Clarissa, future Alpha reject you, oomph oomph oomph oomph ..... OOMPH !!" "You try rejecting me again and I will kill you with my kisses, understood ?” the Beta couple's other twin warned Tyra's heir as he kept his palm across his lover's mouth. However, the beautiful female Lycan, who looked a lot like her handsome Lycan father, pushed away Cynthia's brother and glared at him.

Peeking at your landlord while he’s having a broody moonlight moment probably counted as creepy. I scurried back to my cereal bowl, suddenly not hungry anymore. My brain was too busy replaying the image of his bare chest and the way the moonlight kissed his skin. He wasn’t just attractive. He was a whole problem wrapped in silk and shadows. And worst of all ...I wanted to know him. “Get a grip,” I muttered to myself, picking up the now soggy cereal and dumping it in the sink. “He’s rude. Unbearable. Probably a vampire.”

Lucifer said that Sirens were used to lure sailors at sea, and I know how to heal. Maybe I can use my voice somehow. I look around the dark cavern to see if Sahara, Marina, or those monsters are around, but it's quiet. Taking a few deep breaths, I begin to hum softly. I'm too scared to sing out loud. Who knows what will show up if it hears my song. At first, nothing happens, then the scurrying creatures stop. They all turn and face me, listening intently. My heart speeds up as panic threatens to set in. I don't know what the things will do considering how corrupt my power is, but I continue to hum. The creatures move closer, their insect antennas standing on end. It's seriously creepy. Some

I was the source of their wonder; I am, to my knowledge, the only lavender wolf in existence. Just as I was on the verge of leaping up in triumphant joy, Linda, our witch, cried out in horror, "NO, IT CAN'T BE! We Must get my sister Sapphire here right away!”

look around them, in case she’d noticed something he hadn’t. But there was nothing to be seen, nothing more threatening than the cliff face that rose above them and cast its shadow over the valley and the thick growth of green-black trees on all sides. But he didn’t discount other forces at work. The spirits of these mountains had never been welcoming, not like the Bitterroots or Pintlers. They resented intruders. It might be that the spirits were just more active in this valley or something could have happened. The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that it was more than just spirits making mischief. From last week or a hundred years ago, he couldn’t tell, but something Dark