Mario Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I looked ahead, making my heart drop in terror as I held the sheets close to my chest. Mario is seated on the couch in a relaxed form, holding out my ripped panties in his fingers. What the..... "Ma....Mario?" I breathed. "How was your night, baby?" he asked with a smirk. Oh God. "From the look of things...." he paused, looking at my ripped panties in his fingers and looked back at me. I gulped in terror. "I think you had a pretty great time," he added. God, what is he doing here?

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

I said and she gasped in disbelief. The door opened and Mario snuck into the restroom. He pulled off the hat he was wearing and stared intimidatingly at Jennifer. “Is she the fox that tried to harm Miss Trouble?” he rasped out, and I swerved my head in his direction, glaring daggers at him. He gave me a one-sided shoulder shrug and raised his hands in defense. “This man…” I waved at Mario as I stared excitedly at the shivering body of Jennifer. “He will take care of your dead body in such a way that no one will ever find any clue of your death. If you try to prove heroic, I will wipe out your entire family,” I added and she snapped her head up, shaking it as tears slipped out of her eyes.

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

Theodora Althea Corazon, a woman buried six feet below the ground and now the living corpse bride of a man, The Mafioso's Corpse Bride.

The group of three and a fluff ball went to the middle of the lake. Su Lan (in her mind): Is this the classic scene where a monster protecting the medical herb suddenly pops out and they start a badass fight to the death. In the end, the main character triumphantly wins but is also near death. The main character using his last breath eats the herb and goes through another level up.

I felt his cock swell and throb, pulsing and twitching as his hot cum spilled deep inside of me. Mario groaned. Then he pulled out and wrapped his fist around his cock, growling as he pumped it, spraying the remaining thick hot ropes of his sticky cum all over my back, ass and thighs. I could feel it dripping down my ass and over my pussy as my very reality spinned and blurred around me. Everything went still and dark and silent. I’m panting, practically having a seizure on the bed, utterly unable to move, much less stand. But Mario was. He slowly rose from where he’s crouched over my ass and stepped around me. He kneeled beside my head, and before I knew what’s happening, he’s wrapping my t

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

Scott slammed his fist onto the table, "You keep her out of this, you pathetic fucker! You lay a finger on her, and I'll rip you apart, piece by piece." Mario leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. "I assure you, Mancini, she'll enjoy her stay with us. I'll have her screaming for mercy, begging for release, and she'll be nothing more than a broken, trembling mess when I'm through—" Time froze for me at that moment. My gun was out, and I didn't even remember drawing it. Six deafening cracks echoed through the room as I emptied my weapon into Mario's skull. The sickening splatter of blood and brain matter sprayed across the room.

"Mario, that old lady looks scary. What if she puts a bullet in her head?" ​"If you don't want them to kill us, keep your mouth shut," Mario hissed. "Sia has this under control. The old lady is the target. Once Sia sheds a few crocodile tears, it's game over."