Mario Creepypasta Novels & Stories

So it is already a given that I won’t be seeing anyone passing in the opposite direction throughout the ride. I turn on the radio to distract me from the eerie feeling I had. But no matter how loud the music goes, the uneasiness that I am feeling just won’t go away. I felt like eyes are watching me from outside. I look at the window and see nothing but the light rain showers, the occasional flashes of lightning, and the dark creepy woods. I can’t help but think of the thriller movie I’ve watched with Trixie wherein a creepy old man appears in the woods and kills a group of friends who got lost there.

She had spent several years at the camp, and she was acquainted with everyone there. She shared with me the intriguing tale of Mario, who had acquired his first classic car through a poker game involving a goblin. Mario had previously been a chef in a major city, and while she couldn't pinpoint the exact reasons behind his transformation into a feral being, she strongly suspected the involvement of the goblin mafia. "I had no idea there even existed a goblin mafia," I confessed. "Every species has its own seedy underworld," she replied. "But among them, vampires are undoubtedly the most treacherous. Nobody dares to cross them."

My heart burns and twists with a mixture of guilt and bitterness. “M-Mario? Oh my God…” my fingers are shaky as they rise to my lips in horror. “What did they do to you?” Mario looks up and the sight of his bloodshot eyes only triples my guilt. He’s covered in blood — every single part of his body is drenched in fresh and dried blood. He’s seated on the hard concrete floor, naked except for his boxer briefs, and tied up with black, bloody ropes. I can’t stand the look of pain and helplessness in his eyes as he stares at me, seemingly confused;

’ [You betrayed my Father] She whispered aghast at these revelations, ‘Eri uno dei suoi amici più fidati e lavoravi per quel Demone?’ [You were one of his most trusted friends and you worked for that Demon?] Mario shrugged carelessly, ‘Era mio cugino, eravamo legati di sangue, conosci la legge sulla mafia’ [He was my cousin, we were blood tied, you know the Mafia law] She was staring at him remembering her Father telling her Mother Mario was the best friend any man could have but her Mother had warned him to be careful.

I have read that it is common for demon villages to have humans as slaves; this old man must have escaped from his demon master all the way over here. I look at him carefully to see if he is holding any weapons and I notice something even more worrying, his clothes are covered in blood and he is carrying a small bag behind his back. “Throw me your things.” I get closer and direct him with my hand to give me his bag. The man throws everything in front of him and lowers his head. “This is bad.” Eichhorns… Inside his bag, I find the bodies of two small animals. He must have been seriously starving, no one is stupid enough to enter the sacred forest in broad daylight and hunt. It is over, I do n

The Souths pack was the only group that was, but they were at the party. “Well did you?!” An angry voice bellowed. The black man's face was blown with anger as he barely kept himself under control. I started to shake even more. “Did I what?” “Did you kill the other pack?” I looked back down at the body. Then I looked all around me at the others. There must be at least twenty bodies lying here. Flashes of Claire and the fire ran through my mind and I remembered the cries I heard. Did they sound like Shape Shifters' screams? All of the sudden, the smell around me became too much to bare and I started to feel dizzy.

JENNY moaned in response to Jason's treatment of her femininity especially when his finger began to move at a faster rhythm. Not only did the heat she felt but also the trembling of her whole body intensified. It was a cold night that in fact, they were in the Summer Capital of the Philippines, Baguio City. But something else is happening to her now. She feels like the whole room is on fire because Jason hadn't yet but severely abused her femininity while he also didn't let go of the very passionate kiss on her mouth.

His words slithered from his lips, a chilling proclamation that echoed through the basement. "Do you understand why I've managed to thrive in this game for so long?" he asked, the malevolence in his voice sending shivers through Georgina's body. Her gaze remained locked with his, unable to break free from the hypnotic hold of his words. Marcelo extended his hand to Antonio, and a silent exchange transpired between the two men, as if they communicated with a language of understanding that excluded all others. The metallic glint of a bullet passed from Antonio's hand to Marcelo's, each movement deliberate and devoid of hesitation. Georgina, caught in the intricate dance of the malevolent figur

Mario instructed moving him further to the middle of the bridge. “I wanna die, I can already see the ghosts, they are calling me from underneath. Please save my soul Mario and carry me. I can’t even feel my legs” He almost shed tears from all that whining. “No, be a man and walk through it” Mario proclaimed and he took a deep breath. “Ahhhhhhh” Cornelius screamed running through the bridge like he was scared for his dear life, he ran past Cane until he was on the other side, looking back at the effort he made he couldn’t help but scream in joy for succeeding.

I'd been fucking her for minutes until, “Ugh! Fuck! Take that! Take my seed!” I groaned, plunging into her hard as my manhood twitched, releasing ropes of cum into her. “Daddyyyy” she screamed, her eyes rolling backwards in their sockets before she passed out. I knew she had cum on my cock. Burying my face in her neck, I could feel the flicker in my eyes, and the sharp teeth sticking out of my mouth. My fangs had elongated!