Lavender Town Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen to find some water to drink, since my throat felt completely dry. “Hey, Bella,” I rolled my eyes when I heard a familiar voice at the door of the kitchen. Lavender stood at the door, dressed in a yellow floral dress with spaghetti straps, her blonde hair brushed down neatly. I already made up my mind not to ever speak to her, until her Luna initiation is done and Damien probably lets me go, I just hope he also rejects me, at least it’ll be a confirmation that he knows I’m his mate and just doesn’t like me for being a stealer.

The room was engulfed with the heavy scent of blood mixed with the scent of rose, a grand four-poster bed only befitting for a queen, dominated the space. Suddenly Rowan broke into a laugh as he bent his head to capture my lips again, “Why don't we do this again?” He asked, his head already kissing a trail that lady straight to my hole. “Don't you ever get tired?” I said, gently pushing him off or at least trying to push him off. “Oh c'mon, Queen Ava, I know your secrets, I know you are thirsty for more of this...” His words trailed off, as he began lapping on my juices, taking me on the trip to euphoria.

Giovanna’s strangled cries echoed behind them, but neither woman looked back. The night air greeted Lavender as she stepped outside, crisp and cool against her skin. The sky above was deep and endless, stars flickering faintly like distant ghosts. She exhaled slowly, tugging off her mask as she reached her car. The door clicked open with ease, her fingers curling around the handle— But she paused. Lilith hadn’t moved. Lavender glanced over her shoulder, frowning slightly. Lilith, now also maskless, stood still, her gaze fixed on the farmhouse, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Now it’s your turn. Let’s make you feel better. Please? I don’t know how much longer I can keep Rocky back.” “My mate?” Lavender looks at me wide eyed and holds her palm to her forehead. She grips the doorframe with the other hand. “D-did I hurt him too? I can’t remember.” “You didn’t hurt him.” I take another deep breath and try to ignore the scent of her heat. “The scent of your heat is driving him crazy.” “What?” Zara’s blue eyes flash at me, but pulling Lavender back also pulls back the strength that is protecting her from overheating. Zara’s knees buckle and her eyes roll back.

The researcher in me was fascinated, needing in depth answers. “Do you understand me?” Lavender seemed to think over my question before sinking to the ground to lie down and nodding her head yes slowly. Damn, I mean, I knew I had asked the question, but I had not expected her to answer. “There were others here last night, I saw their golden eyes glowing through the darkness, are they friends of yours?” She nodded her head yes in answer, and instantly I felt silly for the way I had reacted, even sillier for the way I reacted when my mystery visitor opened the tent, after all, why would an animal open the door when they could just tear through it.

Greed can do manipulation but Lavender Visha Grey makes desire within themselves. I walk hurriedly but with the aura, I've been hiding since my last runaway. I pass people with a passion but gentleness. Why would I be guilty? The doctor seems to be a good manipulator. I just now realize it when I’m finally here at the parking lot. Guilt tripping me doc? Are you making any plans to be burned? But he’s my therapist, this situation is not helping. I would love to have a cold shake to calm my nerves.

With all the strength I have left, I scream aloud. Maybe the maids will come. Maybe no one will. But I am not going to give up so easily. I will get my revenge. I am Lavanda. I am a flower that never dies. I will rise again, like a phoenix. My thoughts flicker, as I lie in a pool of my own blood.

It felt like butterflies in her belly as her nostrils were filled with an irresistible manly scent of lavender dipped in a concoction of vetiver and musk with a touch of an apple scent. Where was it coming from? She questioned herself as she lifted her eyes slowly to the crowd of onlookers, only to see Lucian’s eyes burning like that of his wolf’s. “Mate…” she said in awful horror, as they made eye contact.

I flicked through the pages to find if she had written anything about humans being mates with vampires. After flipping through the pages, my eyes landed on one section that caught my eyes because of the word 'human'. The section was tiny, a paragraph or so written at the bottom of the page before it moved onto another topic from the next page. My eyes traced each word carefully. She had written: "Even though a bond between a vampire and a human is very rare, it is not unimaginable. The attraction is as strong as between two vampire mates but one more unique factor in these kinds of bonds is that the vampire may feel an undeniable and magnetic lust for his/her mate's blood. Usually, this lead

Lavana materialized in an underground passageway lit by a few randomly placed dim candles where the smell of vampires was particularly strong. She covered her nose and rushed in the direction where she had also managed to distinguish the scent of wolf blood. Reaching the place, she found it was a basement that had a silver door serving as the entrance. She simply shook her head and teleported into the basement where she found Rolandro and the others hung upside down in human form, unclad.