Mlp Creepy Novels & Stories

The rest of the seven or eight Elders standing behind him were as stunned as he was, despite the oblivious looks on the faces of the lesser acolytes, and there was only one reason why. Corpse Puppets were abominable monsters fueled by Malicious Grudge. To kill one would require the utter destruction of its soul, like how one would slay a mage of the Nascent Soul Realm. But Xiao Chen was able to kill the Puppets with hardly any trouble and this could only mean one thing: Xiao Chen must have more than ten times more Malicious Grudge than these Corpse Puppets put together! But how could a living person possess a Malicious Grudge of such intensity and fury!?

Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice. She laughed bitterly, exposing rotten teeth.So close was she that Mrs Feeney could smell the scent of death on her.How long had her mortal remains been buried, for it to have the smell of grave rot in her spirit form? “So, old woman, you can see me?Truly an interesting turn of events.Tell me, are you the one protecting her?” “I owe you no explanation,”Mrs Feeney replied more forcefully.“You do not belong in this world!” She took a few steps closer and Mrs Feeney could see her more clearly.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he made his way over to his desk. "W-Why was s-she out there?" I asked. Master leaned back against the desk so he was almost sitting on it, placing the leash down in the process. "It's a stupid thing that some vampires do when their pet has misbehaved or they decide that they don't want them anymore." My eyes widened

" Wake up! Wake up!" I immediately get up when I heard a voice. My heart was beating so fast. Cold sweats pouring down from my forhead. For some unknown reason, my tears suddenly poured because of fear. Another impulsive move from me, I suddenly hug him and cry on his shoulder. I feel that he stiffened but he didn't refused. My dream was still fresh in my mind. The war, the voices who are asking for help, the blood, dead people ,and the two innocent people died in the hands of vampire . I'm so scared watching them fighting and killing each other. I feel like my dream is real.

The two were the ones leading the others in front so they moved forward to check what was happening. Whilst still inside the carriage, they could smell the stench of blood. Cheng Min felt her soul coming out of the body after taking a peek outside. She clenched the red curtains after seeing hundreds of dead bodies in the street. Those of men, the elderly, women and even young children.

Serra's circle was on the corner, near the cabins and beside them was the Captain's along with Maddy who's still crying, looking for her son. A Reaper slithered just in front of Serra, making her heart leaped and her lungs stopped for a moment and pumped back again. The monster looked at her and she could see the sad souls of the people it devoured in its eyes. Up close, the monster smelled like rotten eggs and death. Serra was now shaking, her nerves on breakdown. She tightens her grip on the torch and held it out. The monster backs out, hissing.

He followed Akyl's smell through the wood in a furious space. " But all this's just a pretext. The second son, Madoxe, just doesn't want anything to do with the pack. " Stephen heard Akyl's voice in his mind and opened the mind link to respond. " But, Mezdoxa was born of a fling. If I remember correctly, his mother was Alpha Rodrick's girlfriend that got pregnant just before he met his mate, who after became his mistress., so he cannot be the heir "

Gloss POV The sound that came from the speakers wasn’t human. It was a thousand fragments stitched into one, soft, mechanical, but almost tender. Adrian’s hologram flickered under the stage light, his features half-formed, half-glitch, like he couldn’t decide whether to exist or vanish. The air in the hall had gone heavy. No one moved. Not the guests, not the staff, not even Dream. It was as if the entire building was holding its breath. I could feel the static prickling against my skin, the faint buzz of corrupted data vibrating through the floor. The projection wasn’t local. It wasn’t coming from any of our internal systems. Whatever this was, it was remote, buried somewhere deeper than ev

Harper’s POV My vision begins to blur at the edges, the grand, dimly lit corridor of the Crystal Theatre tilting on its axis as I watch the dark crimson stream of blood trail down Stephon’s pale chin. His shirt is completely soaked, the heavy fabric dripping liquid onto the polished stone floorboards with a soft, rhythmic patter. The thick, unmistakable stench of copper and stomach acid fills my nostrils, suffocating me. My knees go dangerously weak, my balance slipping, and I have to violently throw my hand out against the wall to brace myself.

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.