My Little Pony Creepypasta Novels & Stories

My best friend tells me, her voice trembling with worry. Quickly, I squeeze my eyes shut, tightening my grip on Cora's. I'm slowly losing my mind, unsure of what's going on. There are still students around, so how are we being attacked right now? Cora's back collides with mine, our fingers entwined. "What are those things?" I ask her. Her voice shakes when she speaks, her trembling fingers squeezing mine. "They are fearwraiths," Cora whispers. "Creatures that feeds on fear. The more terrified you are, the stronger it becomes. And when it takes enough fear from you... you fall into a coma. Then eventually..." Her breathing shudders, "...eternal sleep."

My tone is pleading with him to leave peacefully. He seems to sense my desperation because he flashes an evil grin, one that suggests that he's not going anywhere, not without a fight that is. "Why? Don't you want me to say hi to the human?" "James." I warn. "I'm sure he would like me. I know I would, I can smell him and it's been a long day, I think u need to entertain myself." My eyes widen as realisation hits me. Sky is bleeding and I remember Amelia saying something about demons feeding on humans just for the sake of it, oh no!

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

"It's a mighty and dangerous creature that feeds off on other beings. Once it sets eyes on you, it transmits the wavelength of your soul and breaks them down into dissonances. As soon as it sees the resonance of your soul, it will suck it up thereby making it more powerful." Germaine did not understand a word of the nonsense Ennie had just sprouted. Resonances and dissonances. Those were words that made absolutely no meaning to her. She was still reeling from the possibility of there being other creatures in this realm. As the Loa crashed further on, she looked to where Ennie shook like a leaf and asked. "Apart from werewolves and Loas, are there any other creatures in this realm?" Ennie nod

"It was… nice meeting you, the Alpha's new daughter." What was she afraid of? Class? Me? The mention of "psychic vampire" sent a jolt of terror down my spine. These were some of the most feared creatures in the supernatural world They could literally drain your emotions along with your blood. S-she was one. The first person to be nice to me in this school turned out to be a psychic vampire. Great. Luna, sensing my rising panic, whimpered in my head. “Don't be scared, Nimue. Maybe she can help. “

Lily POV Wide awake, my eyes flew open. Everything looked… bigger. Above me stretched the ceiling, far off as clouds. Lying there, the mattress seemed huge, its covers pulling me deep. My hands rose slowly, caught in the quiet light. Little fingers. Round wrists. Hands of a young one. “No,” I whispered, voice high and piping. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening.” Fear hit fast. Together my palms slammed shut. Out burst mana - purple force tearing through air. Glass-like, the false world split open, fractures sprinting along walls, huge chairs and tables dissolving into shimmering powder. Gone then was the small frame of a kid.

She's made me happy, she deserves it. "We can catch up on American horror story?" I offer, giving mom a cheeky grin." I offer, giving mom a cheeky grin. Her expression lifts into a happier one. I smile, turn to the over when it dings and pull the Mac and cheese out. I guess that there is always a plus side to Trevor being gone. He hates American horror story. They're weird sometimes, but they're good. **** I remember when I was young, I was quite an inquisitive kid and there's this particular day I couldn't stop asking mom several questions.

But the pain didn’t exist there, moreover her hands were placed at the center of her chest between her heart and mana core. Her body started to transform, turning into an inhuman monster that was described by rumors as the “Mist Creeper” a being that could not be defeated with just blade and magic. The Mist Creeper was notorious for devouring adventurers and removing their sanity. But it was supposedly only rumors told by adventurers to look better or to give themselves something to boast about, up until they saw the real thing. Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu.

“And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.” Though she wanted to know what a Creeper was, Ru didn’t get the question out before the sound of a thousand fingernails scritching across chalkboards filled her ears and the shadows multiplied, the form of the Creeper suddenly lost in a stampede of similar shaped creatures who filled the spaces alongside it and began to scurry down the walls, their inky black shadow selves causing the darkness to blacken. “Are they… demons?” “Sort of,” Lyric replied. “Can I blast them?”

“What in the name of the Lord?” I shake my head in disbelief. What sorcery is this? Sister Abbie said this belonged to my parents…but just who were my parents? An owl hoots and I jump a little. The leaves around me rustle too as if an animal lurks behind the trees of something. My imagination starts to run wild, what if a tiger or lion attacks? Or even worse, what if creatures from the underworld like werewolves and vampires come? I slap myself on the face. “Get a grip of yourself, Alisa!” I hiss. “You are a child of light! You are…oh wait…you’re not. You’re a succubus.”