Mlp Creepy Novels & Stories

He hesitates, his voice trailing off. “But what?” I bark, my patience snapping. “There is… a complication,” he murmurs. “The creature is rumored to have a mate. A vampire.” The word strikes me like a whip. My lip curls in disgust. “A vampire?” I repeat, the word venomous in my mouth. “Who?” “I… I don’t know his name,” Malachai stammers, his fear palpable. “But he is said to be ancient and powerful. It is likely he is the reason the Ailuranthrope remains hidden. Vampires are… not easily dealt with.”

“When I crawled back down, I was firstly hit by a rotten smell below, crawling further down I spotted the Inhumanes about leaving the tunnel. To my big surprise never to be overlooked unfamiliar beings behind two large bars opposite each other, at first I thought they were prisoners however looking closely they appeared not like us, nor the Inhumanes or the Beast beings—They snarls and they don’t look and move in normal senses.” “You mean the creepers.” The glowing Inhumane said behind, everyone looked at him, “right, who else will you see but the creepers, what you saw were the once Grotto Nymphs’ moving corpses. Brought back to life by Frankenstein.” “You got to be kidding, moving corpses?

A red lollipop unwraps from its sheath and waves from Davie to me. My heart almost stops when it pauses on Davie, and I'm thankful it isn't me. Regrettably, I wanted Davie to accept the dare to avoid being asked to do it. I'm terror-struck when Davie walks away, too afraid to take on the dare. As the door closes behind her. I exchange an awkward look with Amber. I'm desperate to be a part of the cheerleading team; however, degrading myself for it, I will never do that.

The cool balm makes him exhale through his teeth, but his searing gaze doesn't leave my face. To distract myself, I mumble, "So... Lakewood Group, huh? You're, what, a supernatural CEO?" "Something like that," he says. "The company's just a cover. The family uses it to hide old deals." "Old deals," I repeat, forcing out a nervous laugh. "You mean like contracts?" "Contracts sealed in blood." He grins faintly when I stiffen. "Relax. Not human blood." "That doesn't make me feel better."

I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation. I flew in and made myself visible for him to see. "Father lord save your son" he said breathlessly and I laughed hysterically. "Your life belongs to me and I am here to take what's mine which is your life" I said and he convulsed in fear. Ohh!!, he's such a scary cat. "Mr Jackson the greatest playboy of my regime in the human world," I said with the most terrifying voice he has ever heard. "Please I'm not a playboy I'm impotent" he

Hundreds of thousands of years later, Lycanthropes still roamed the earth, disguised as humans and could morph from man to monster at will. To look through the book and see detailed explanations of physical traits such as immense strength, one could be persuaded to believe that what the author was saying was true. If I believed in conspiracy theories, I might would have considered believing it myself. I sighed before closing the book. No matter how much I tried to distract myself with fairytales, I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to Cain. If I was honest with myself, I needed to focus on finding my grandfather for more than just the purpose of finding him. needed the distraction. Which

At him. I see fear in their eyes. Suspicion. Disgust. And I see something worse. I see the moment they stop seeing a frightened four-year-old boy and start seeing a threat. "What is that thing?" A woman demands, pointing a shaking finger at Kael. "He's not a thing," I snap. "He's a child." "That's not natural," an older man says, his voice hard. "No pup should be able to do what we just saw." "He's clearly been cursed," another voice adds. "Or worse, he's cursed."

She's going to get it-uncensored, unabridged, undiluted. "Scream for me, baby. Let the whole fucking house know who owns this cunt. Let the fucking neighbors know how fucking horny you get for my fat fucking dick." Malia whimpers and moans into the panties stuffed in her mouth, her eyes rolling back unfocused and wild, her face red as she screams into the lace. Drool drips down her cheek from the corners of her mouth as her throat hums raggedly.

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.

After the holiday, the student council president assigns me the task of mentoring a freshman named Mona Leach. I text her to discuss the task at hand, but she ignores my messages. When she finally replies to me, her words are scathing. "I'm a freshman, but that doesn't mean you can harass me just because you're my senior. I have a boyfriend." Just as I'm wondering how she even got the idea that I'm interested in her, I see her complaining in the student council group chat. She writes, "Just because he's a senior doesn't mean he can harass a freshman. I already told him I have a boyfriend, but he keeps bothering me. I barely started my freshman year, and I have to deal with such disgusting