Max And Ruby Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, I rushed out of our quarters, cradling Sarah in my arms, my senses on high alert. The scene that greeted me was a nightmare come to life. Two lifeless bodies lay before the pack house, their heads severed from their torsos, their fingers and toes arranged in a gruesome display. A message had been left for me, written in their blood: "I'm coming for you Max." Horror coursed through me, and I clutched Sarah even tighter, shielding her innocent eyes from the gruesome sight. My mind raced to comprehend the message and its implications. Marcus had made his move, and he was taunting me in the most chilling way possible.

He stroked my hair. Max got up smiling at me, his hands were soft and everything seemed unreal to me, he walked through the door of my room, I frowned and I was surprised to see that, because it was not normal for someone to walk through doors, but I had to get used to it, it wasn't for less because I was talking to a dead man.

Izzy looked at Lindsay with her head tipped to the side and said, “As I have been listening to you describe Max, he sounds very different from the times I have worked with him.” “Well, you know that Max is the one who found the original files involving my late husband mixed in among the creature case files,” Lindsay said. “He found them completely by accident. Max had been looking through the boxes in my office to locate information on something the two of us had seen because Yuri threatened to tie him up and lock him in a closet if he was shot with another rubber band. Max had started with the rubber bands because he was bored. When he gets bored, he gets in trouble.”

"I am going to do to you what you did to me. I am going to make her my bride and keep her far from you. Once she has forgotten you and her belly is round with my child, I will take her to see you. But by then, you won't even matter." Maxim walked over to Seraph and stomped on his outstretched hand, crushing it to pieces. He laughed psychotically as he did the same to Seraph's left leg. The crippled vampire cried out from the excruciating pain, eventually blacking out from it. Maxim looked down in triumph before walking into the forest and disappearing, leaving Seraph to face the elements.

Their skin was pale, though not as pale as Amanda's, but their hair looked messy and almost covered their entire face. The little girl was about to open Amanda's room door when Max immediately screamed loudly. "Ghost! Leave my mother's room!" he shouted, trembling. 'Even though this is the first time I face a ghost that might be able to kill me, I have to protect Mom!' Max resolved in his heart. On the other hand, the little girl screamed in response to Max's scream, covering her ears with her tangled pink hair. The sound of the shriek was so piercing that it nearly woke up the entire mansion.

“No, Boss. This hallucination we had; it bothers me. I thought I saw men turn into monsters, wolves. And Petrov. He was the worst of all. How can gas do that and in the open air?” I laughed and it sounded hollow in my own ears. “I don’t know how it happened, Max. Honestly, do you think I’m a werewolf? I saw you turn into a rabbit with a pig’s head.” “Really?” Max smiled broadly but then he frowned again. “It seemed so real. The others were also wolves, but you… A big red wolf.”

I am riding on the edge of ecstasy with Max and I love it. I can feel the car slowing down. Perhaps we are close to the house and I pick up the jacket and put it on myself. “I am going to carry you through the threshold like you are my bride, baby girl. Are you ready?” he asks. I nod my head “I am ready Max. I would go anywhere you wish and do anything you want” He picks up a robe that is neatly folded from under the seat beside us and throws it around him. I try to get down but he doesn’t let me get down. I am still in his lap with his member inside me keeping his hot liquid sealed inside me.

Twenty-six, with a curvy body she usually hid under oversized sweaters, soft pale skin, and long auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, she lived alone in her grandmother’s old Victorian house on the outskirts of town. Tonight, bored and a little tipsy from red wine, she’d found the old leather-bound book. Ars Goetia scrawled on the cover in faded gold. Flipping through it for fun, she’d traced a strange sigil with her finger while muttering the Latin words under her breath, thinking it was all ridiculous nonsense. The candles flickered violently. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of smoke and something darker, sulfur and sweet musk. A low chuckle echoed through the room.

The air in the small room was suddenly too hot, thick with the leftover scent of her own perfume and the lime from the tequila shots. A deeper thrust followed, and then Lena heard it. A breathless, high-pitched female whimper. He wasn't alone. The realization hit her like a physical blow to the stomach. She knew he had women. He was Caleb Maddox. He could have anyone he wanted with a single look. But hearing it was different. Hearing the way he sounded when he was inside someone else made Lena’s vision blur. Her hand drifted under the sheet, resting on her stomach as she stared at the dark ceiling.

Melinda smiled anyway, but her eyes scanned the room like a hawk. Then her eyes locked on mine. My stomach twisted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Melinda kept going on and on about ancient supernatural history like she was trying to bore us all into the grave. Her voice didn’t rise or fall—it just dragged, flipping through pages of an old book that probably smelled like dead trees and forgotten years. I tried. God, I really tried to focus. But her voice was like a soft lullaby mixed with warm air. My eyelids kept dipping. My neck snapped forward once, twice. Just as I was about to completely knock out, a cold finger tapped my forehead.