Monster Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Sarah clutched David and backed away. The creature stepped beside me. “He runs deeper. I will go with you.” Together, we stepped onto the spiral path of bones leading into the pit. Behind us, the chamber collapsed. And below us…Something answered. As we descended into the pit, a whisper rose from the dark a chorus of voices, not human, not spirit.,then I saw it. At the bottom of the pit is a door covered in chains and carved into it, in the spiral language: “The First Monster Sleeps.”the chains cracked,and something woke up.

Putting the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, she turned the shower on. Because of the excitement, she was ready in fifteen minutes. She sat in the living room, going through her F******k news feed. It was boring as usual. Most of her friends lived in the same old small town so she knew things before they were posted. There were lots of people posting about others and other annoying things. Marcus who'd moved to a big city and possibly become stupid had posted photos of him with two semi nude women in his arms. He was always posting photos with the two of them and they were all in some kind of relationships. How silly!

" Where did this monster go? C'mon out I'll pull your creepy eyes out for you, you would be beautiful without them" ..................... To be continued

What lurked out there, that is. What did lurk out there? I felt around my messenger bag, discreetly pulling out The Idiot's Guide to Hell. I flipped to the table of contents, scouring the page: 3~ A Field Guide to Hellekind, page 21. I flipped to it: So you think there's a monster in your closet, eh sweetheart? Don't worry- it's just an incubus watching you change. Or Samael, not that there's much of a difference-

The one thing that has haunted me more than any other part of the whole, lamentable experience. As the Archons fell on McKendrick, a thick black mist sprang up beneath him, and swirled about his legs. It had the appearance of ink dropped into a glass of water, forming itself into viscous tendrils that ended in what appeared to be a cross between an infernal blossom and a tiny gaping mouth. As McKendrick screamed (dear God, let me forget those screams), the tendrils seemed to thicken and swell, as though they were glutting themselves, feasting on his terror and pain.

Feeling invigorated, my pace quickened under the moonlight and I ran blindly until suddenly, something snapped on impact with my feet and I heard a squeaking noise. I didn't bother to turn back to see what it was, it just made me move faster, until suddenly, I was hoisted up in a net. “Who the fuck leaves a net in the middle of the woods?” I couldn't help shouting. I definitely wasn't expecting an answer and neither was the answer directed at me, but an answer definitely came. “Another Omega!” A rough male voice echoed in the forest. Sounded like he was pretty happy that his trap caught something, a werewolf to be rather specific.

Her friend stood in horror of what had happened to her friend, screaming and forgetting to run for her own life like the others had. She watched as he took her too. She watched as he pressed his lips against her neck. She watched herself struggle to breath as she felt no fluids within her. She regretted why she had left home to go clubbing late at night. Perhaps if she has turned her friend down and obeyed her parents, this wouldn't have been her fate. He heard the distant sound of men shouting. Their shouts echoing in the dead of the night. He knew them well enough. They were demon hunters.

The spooky sounds around us are making me more and more scared and the straw that breaks the camel's back of my hysteria is when I feel something crawling up my leg and I look down. It's a spider. I scream with dread moving like crazy trying to get it off me, starting to cry because I can't take this shit anymore. This kind of life is not for me, it’s the complete opposite of everything I like and enjoy. All this nature, the loneliness, the darkness, the insects, the ghosts of the woods. Why is this happening to me, Mother? Do you really hate me that much? I go back to my makeshift bed to continue crying, but I can't stop feeling that there are insects in the blankets or ghosts on my back.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

> “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.” She heard scratching along the paper’s edges. Thousands of tiny, black shadows climbed up—spiders made from broken computer code, hungry and relentless. They were coming for them. “If the Author’s a prisoner and the Board’s lost control… who’s the dark master that’s taken the pen?”