Lulu Creepypasta Novels & Stories

"This is the Dreamscape. You can think of it like astral projection. Right now, it's your soul versus mine. Nobody in or out until we do this the hard way." Lily smiled, licking her lips. "You see, I just need your cum to complete the transaction. I was hoping to get you off in your sleep, swallowing your seed and your life force with it. The fact that you broke free though, that makes you special." Lily grabbed a handful of her bountiful breasts, jiggling them in her hands. "Do you like what you see?"

I would have thought that the words were bitter or burning his tongue from the way he rushed them out but he was just in a hurry to get this done with. I couldn't believe I almost missed this fun. Thank goodness I chose to come to Kovan’s room when I did. “Sorry to disappoint you, My King but I do not have such ability. I can only help by accessing the words spoken by the werewolf not make him speak the truth.” Lulu replied. She was no different from the other healers that I have met recently and that I had seen when I still used to live in Royal Hills with my parents except for the streak of brown hair among many strands of white hair.

Light flickered, unstable, like reality itself was glitching under its presence. Luca suddenly cried out. Not in fear. In response. His tiny body lifted from Lily’s arms again, surrounded by a violent storm of gold and crimson. “No—no—come back!” Lily reached for him, panic flooding her chest. But Luca hovered just out of reach. His glowing eyes locked onto the creature. And the creature… Looked back. The connection was instant. Electric. Terrifying. Luke moved without thinking. He launched upward, catching Luca midair and pulling him back into Lily’s arms.

“She still thinks she can win without paying.” My skin prickles as hidden bodies shift. Rowan looks back at me. “So we motivate you.” Mary steps forward, violet injector still in her hand, eyes bright with terrible purpose. Rowan nods toward her. Mary moves like a puppet given permission, toward me, toward my space, toward my throat. My wolf surges, teeth bared. I take one sharp step back. And that’s when Lia’s moonlight reagent hits the air. It’s subtle, just a faint mist drifting down from the catwalk, catching the last slant of sunset through broken windows.

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

Lightning's POV "The lycanthropes are taking over!” A paranoid werewolf screamed before a gunshot split through his skull. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. My pack warriors surged forward like into the territory, tearing into everything that dared move. Screams filled the night, mixed with the thunder of gunfire, steel clashing, and the wet rip of flesh. The chaos was a symphony, and I reveled in it. The wailing, the begging, the desperate cries for mercy—they were my orchestra, and I their conductor.

Ailee said, trying to control the fear that crept into her heart. But Lucille didn't move. Her body began to tremble more violently, and when Ailee looked at her, her soft eyes now turned sharp, like the eyes of a cornered animal. The sound of Ailee's breathing caught in her throat. "Lucille, hold on. Don't let it happen again," Ailee hissed desperately, trying to remain calm. Lucille looked up at her mother with eyes that flickered strangely. Her sweet little face turned into something wilder. Ailee felt a gripping fear. That night came back to haunt her mind-the night when Loudy turned into something not human. A small wolf.

Lila insisted, the words a chant that reverberated through the corridors of my fractured consciousness. In the midst of the hallucinatory storm, Lucius materialized. His eyes, a swirling storm of desire and dominance, bore into mine. The dungeon vanished, replaced by an otherworldly realm where the laws of sanity held no sway. I reached out, fingers grazing the illusion of his form. "No," I whispered, the word barely audible in the surreal cacophony. Lila's howls merged with the haunting melody of my own desires, a symphony of madness that echoed through the distorted corridors of my mind. I was caught in a tempest of conflicting emotions – longing, fear, and an inexplicable craving that def

— Lillian said, and she stared hard at Willy trying to read his response. Willy had an alarmed look on his face now, but he said, “Yeah I figured that out already, I did find out myself somehow, I haven’t read it anywhere like you did, but I had a— I think a run in with a Succubus, so from experience I think what you’re saying is solid.” Willy wasn’t prepared for the next question that Lillian had asked: “Do you think my older sister Eureka is now a Succubus?” Lillian asked looking at Willy with nervousness and uncertainty written all over her face.

They are called Flower Skulls. “Flower Skull…,” I muttered thoughtfully. "Leo?" called Frey looking at me who was silent. I immediately shook my head. Everything that comes to my mind is not necessarily true. I went back to talking about the Flower Skull with Frey. The organization operates in secret. They play an important role in society to eradicate the dangers caused by mystical creatures. "So, besides vampires, there are other creatures?" I asked.