Mlp Creepy Novels & Stories

What the fuck is he talking about? I yank away from him and turn, giving him a shove to put distance between us. “You are so creepy,” I tell him with distaste. “I thought you were a wolf, not a fucking bloodsucker,” I add more to my insults. He still smiles, turning into a chuckle. I have no clue why he thinks it’s amusing to be called a creep. Maybe they didn’t know what creep meant. “Did your ancestors tell you nothing about our kind?” Cree asks curiously.

​I looked up, but before my eyes could find the threat, Malachi reacted. ​He didn't growl. He didn't even break his stride. In one fluid motion, he pulled me behind the wall of his chest, his arm wrapping around my waist with a possessive strength that made my breath hitch. ​A Shadow-Creeper—a spindly, hairless beast with elongated limbs and glowing red eyes—dropped from a white redwood branch, its claws extended toward my throat.

Infact , the deep fissure that was enough to swallow Her and Ron whole was no where enough to even take a single hoove of that monster . " What in the world is that ?" said Chelsea with a deep breath , trying her best to not to freak out " Its horrible and What's this horrible stench coming in our direction " The closer the monster came to them , the closer it brought it stench of rotting meat with it . Soon the stench wafting over to their direction overcame her nostrils and Chelsea silently gagged . Gosh , when was the last time this monster took a bath ? " Its a minotauraus " said Malcolm unlike Ron and Chelsea he haven't covered his nose ; maybe being closer to the minotauraus for so lon

I squeak. Alice doesn't seem to hear. "Let me at least give you a proper tour of the place," she says. "I doubt they even did that yet." We pass down new corridors, each one stranger than the next. The hallways are painted gray concrete and covered in giant, austere paintings. They’re creepy, the sort of thing that would make you wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, ones that fade in and out of dreams. To make things even more dreary, there’s a smell of mildew, like something was left out in the rain and never dried out.

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

masterpiece: a creature that looked like a Nightfang wolf, but with the translucent, glowing skin of a deep-sea jellyfish and the multi-limbed geometry of a virus. "Meet the Apex Pathogen," Malakor smiled. "It doesn't just fight you. It infects the Bond. By the time it’s done, the 'Red Steam' won't belong to the wolves. It will belong to the plague."

No, this couldn't be happening. "Don't you want to get out of this disgusting room?" He asked, crouching. "I'll take you to my room. You can be my slave." He traced lines on her arm as she shook her head. "Don't you want to be untied? Don't you want a long hot bath?" He smiled. He had a beautiful smile. "I'm going to take you to another room but don't try anything or I'll just kill you." Liana nodded desperately. Though she didn't want to be touched by the creepy man, anything was better than death. She couldn't let herself die yet. Also, she was tired of being in the damp, cold room in which there was no hope of escape.

“Hey, I need to see you.” Frowning, she typed out a response. “Huh, who is this?” she asked. The response came almost immediately. “Always so polite. Anyway, this is someone that you met today. I’m in your class, and you can guess.” What the heck? Chloe thought of who the creepy person could be and why he was talking to her like that. She assumed he was a “he” because what female would go to the length of texting another female at dinner time like this?

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

In Silvershade, the pack borders are quiet, too quiet to consider normal. Witches are quietly digging and burying hay dolls around the pack borders. Wanda is quietly chanting a spell to bring those buried dolls to life. Only when the dolls come alive underground will they be able to hold that green wall intact. These are the dolls that would actually trap the souls within the green walls and suck their souls dry. These are the soul creepers whose sole purpose is to drain the vitality of the living. The stronger the living being, the greater their vitality.