Romans & histoires Max And Ruby Creepypasta

“The last time I saw him on the battlefield, he said big brother can’t find this place, that we’re truly saved from his demonic claws. He even called big brother all sorts of terrible names and nothing happened to him, no thunder or divine retribution or any signs of punishment. I think it’s high time we stop fooling ourselves, big brother was killed in that great war, that’s why we didn’t hear anything from him… let’s stop this meaningless worship and eat to our fill, modus is currently in the human world enjoying the chaos… it’s time to sprinkle greed into the hearts of the humans again, I can’t wait to start planting greed into those little men “a giant golden-skinned man said. He’s mammo

I said with a smirk as both Alban and I entered his room, Alban turning to close both doors whilst I carried on until I arrived at the foot of Max’s bed. The look of absolute fear on his face was beyond satisfying, the way his face drained of all colours told me my approach had been the correct one. What I could also see as I stood before him, the potion that Russell had created had done its job, Max looked deathly sick, his face had even sunk in to such a degree, I could see every last bone in his body. “What are you doing here?” He asked with a shaky but angry voice as Alban came to a stop right beside me, his face also filled with a sick and twisted smirk as he looked down at my rapist la

“So tell me what creeped you out?” I drew a deep breath before I began, “He’s the creepy boy in a mask. He and his friend Max admitted it to me.” “Shut up.” She widened her eyes at me in both amusement and shock. “Really? Aw. That’s so cute.” “Cute? Well, we’ll see if it’s still cute once I tell you everything.” “Okay, babe.” She focused on me. “I met Max. They both grew up in a foster home before Max escaped.”

His voice hinted naughtiness and immediately a loud growl was heard on the other side. "Who is it?" Alexander's voice was mixed with feelings of both anger and protectiveness. Amara instantly looked around and there was nobody. She immediately knew whose voice it belonged. With each passing day and every second her anxiety increased. She was so emotionally dependent upon Alexander. "I'm into a lot of problem here Alex. I need your help." Amara's tone sounded much anguished and distressed. She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue,

My heart dropped to my stomach, and my knees weakened. Bea rubbed my neck and gave me a big hug. “It’s okay, Max.” “No! It’s not okay!” I fucking had sex with a vampire without realizing it!

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.