Max And Ruby Creepypasta Novels & Stories

They rampaged through stuff in a different room. Max wanted to find the book that showed every supernatural in town. It was easy for him to convince all the followers behind him to follow him because he could have proof of them living in town. Over a matter of days, Max had gained several people in town, all following his orders

"But it's only a dream love. It's not real." "But that wasn't the worst part Dad." Max said sitting up and facing Damon with wide worried eyes. Magnus watched Max, feeling his body tense with a deep feeling of dread. Max wiped his nose with the corner of his blanket as his eyes began to well with tears. "A m-monster came out of the pond...a giant, red beast..." ...with broken wings of dazzling white flames and eyes so dark and merciless, to look upon them would destroy your mind and leave you screaming and writhing in agony... Damon shuddered as Max's monster appeared before his eyes, rising from a pool of pitch and flames.

Aurora, looking personally offended, chewed her toast and said, "I warned you. I told you not to pick a Japanese horror movie at midnight. But who said, ‘oh, Asian horror is so much more aesthetic’?" Kyara lifted a weak finger. "Me. I’m an idiot. I admit it." Max and Mischa exchanged a look before Max whispered loudly, "Grown-ups are weird." "Species anomaly," Mischa muttered under her breath. ::: Max was a ball of chaotic energy, completely unbothered after ruthlessly roasting Kyara and Aurora. He was now running around the living room, dragging Mischa by the hand. Mischa, as usual, moving at half Max’s speed with her trademark deadpan face.

But still it was not enough. The Hollow’s spawn kept coming, tearing through soldiers as though flesh were parchment, ripping through stone as though the Vale had always belonged to them. And above the carnage, Ruby moved like a shadow crowned, her body nothing more than a gate, her face half-swallowed by the abyss she had chosen. Where she walked, the ground cracked and bled ash. Her eyes, once embers of cruel ambition, now glowed with the cold vacancy of something that had never been human. Maxim’s fangs ached in his jaw. His beast clawed against the last chains of restraint. But it was not just the Beast straining—it was something else, heavier, darker.

“There will still be people. There will still be signal. There will still be plumbing. Mommy is not glamping herself into a loss of dignity.” Issa leaned a little closer to Karl. “I’m not sleeping outside if there are bugs.” “We’re not sleeping on the ground,” I said. “Good. Because I’m not tent people.” “No one is forcing you to become a pioneer, sweetie.” Max raised his hand. “I want to sleep by the window so I can see monsters.” “You’re not scared of monsters?” Karl asked. Max looked at him with a tiny, deeply familiar kind of contempt. “No. Monsters are scared of me.”

I close the screen and drop the phone by my side to grab my book, only to take it after a second. ME: What are you doing? I drum my fingers against the edge of the desk as it shows read and finally, he's typing. ALEX: Sorry. ALEX: I got lost in it. Is he apologizing... For a late reply? A new text comes in again, and it makes me swallow. ALEX: Have you ever heard of masturbation? ME: You're doing that? Right now?

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”