Monsters Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Inside of my head. I sigh. "I suppose Finn has earned it." My friends smile like the Cheshire Cat when I lift my arse from the chair, but the entire restaurant goes dark the second I stand. Candlelights flicker before finally blowing out, and when the lamps in the ceiling die, people scream in fright. An ominous atmosphere enters the room, and I swear a shadow creeper passes me. Shadow creepers are monsters my sister and father can control. What are they doing here? The room grows colder, and I panic once I hear Bianca crying from the other side of the table.

he complains as he throw himself at the couch. “Anyway, I had a long day crybaby” I say to him. “I took a visit to the Gaylord’s territory and you would never believe what I saw” I start narrating to him the entire story. “Try me” he says arrogantly. “I think Gaylord is creating an army of monsters, he feeds them with humans and stores them at his basement” I say to him. “Huh, are monsters even real” he says jokingly and I to stop him.

He wasn’t in some far-off country—hell, he hadn’t even left the city. I let out a sharp laugh, hanging up on Alec without another word. They were all the same. By the time I arrived, the house was empty. I knew my way around without hesitation, heading straight for what used to be my room. The door was slightly ajar. I froze just outside, listening to the low, ragged breathing filtered through the gap. One sound after another. Strained and suppressed. Desperate, on the edge of breaking. The room was dark just like that night two years ago.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

I gulped hard as I peddled my way to the creek, greeting some of the townsfolk on the way when I got stopped by Mrs Maisel, another fanatic of the supernatural. “I heard you’ve been hanging around Monsoon Creek Rory,” She said whilst trying to crack a nut with her fingers, the woman was a nutcase, “You better be careful. Werewolves and Vampires are looking to prey on a beautiful soft lass as yourself.” I rolled my eyes in disbelief, “Wolves, Vampires and whatnot don’t exist Mrs Maisel. I’m pretty sure it’s just a cooked up story by some story tellers from your—

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

mind gibbered. 'It can't be real, it can't be—' But it was real. And it was looking at her like she was dinner. The creature's lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Going somewhere, little human?" it hissed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. The sound made her skin crawl. Cathy's heart seized. Behind her, she could hear the angry shouts of the women growing closer. Before her, the pale monstrosity loomed, its red eyes gleaming with hunger. Trapped. She was completely trapped. She was trapped, with nowhere left to run. This was it. This was how she died. Cathy's heart raced as she stood frozen, caught between the approaching mob and the nightmarish creature blockin

his voice trembled, his scent turning completely putrid with fear. Memories from his cub days flooded his mind—a terrifying, faceless entity that used to haunt his old bedroom in the outer manor, stroking his jaw, striking his flanks, and following his scent whenever he woke during the dark moon. He had been so utterly traumatized back then that he had locked himself in the stone bathing quarters, collapsing in his own sweat. That ghost had been the ultimate nightmare of his youth. Had the executioner returned to finish the job after all these years? “Is it your shadow? Have you come back to claim my blood? Go find another wolf to hunt!” Bryce whimpered into the suffocating silence.