Novel & Cerita Nemesis Creepypasta

I was a mistake and as result of a relationship with a rich man who rejected me ,som had to take care of me. This is not the first time I had been thrown out of the house to please my mum's boyfriend but what made it different was that I was never to be seen close to the house again...mum had had enough of me..she said. I was a waste of resources because I refused to give my body to the city's mayor,old enough to be my father. I hated him for wanting me. Mum, encouraged by her boyfriend sent me out for making her loose a client.. Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for.

As if the world itself was asking: Are you ready to remember? Outside, footsteps fell silent in the mist. Neris, daughter of no dynasty, not a witch nor a queen, but a girl haunted by dreams and guided by a mark on her palm, arrived at the base of the pillar. She had followed no path. She had answered no summons. Each night, her sleep had brought her here, in visions: endless shelves, floating scrolls, the susurrus of secrets yearning to be told. Always, in the dreams, a cloaked figure stood at the archive’s heart, turning away as she reached out.

“The Collapse Weaver. You wove reality, Jessica, but it is flawed. Your hollowness is my triumph. Surrender, and reality ends in peace. Resist, and it burns in chaos.” Kade’s roar was a desperate cry, his claws slashing at Nihil, his love for Jessica a fire that burned through his pain, blood dripping from his wounds. “You’re not taking her! We’ll tear you apart first!” Nihil’s form pulsed, and the loom flared, weaving a vision that broke them: reality dissolved, the nexus ash, their bonds erased, Jessica’s hollowness consuming her, her companions’ screams fading into silence. The vision was a certainty, a future where love, hope, and existence were nothing.

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.

Both circles continued to grow. When a third circle began to emerge, Leesa suddenly knew what was coming. She wanted to turn her head away, but she could not. She continued to watch, transfixed by the horror as the three circles began to resemble a snowman, and then the snowman transformed in to the hideous image of the Necromancer. The terrifying creature opened its pink, empty eyes and beckoned Leesa with his finger. She was powerless to resist. Suddenly, she heard Dominic’s voice.

I chuckle to myself as I open Dario’s texts, my heart halting in my chest. I know that guy. I know that fucking bastard. My eyes are glued to the screen as I go through the pictures that Dario floods my phone with. Nerthus doesn’t look like she is going on a romantic trip at all, as her gaze is constantly lowered, and a baseball cap covers her eyes. I can read her better than I could ever read myself and there she is, being pulled through the halls terrorized. What the fuck?! And how could anyone blame her as I would recognize that fatty, akne-stroken face everywhere.

My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame. “And their research continues.” I slumped back in my seat, feeling defeated, but at the same time, frustration started to uncoil in my gut. I stared at her through flat eyes. “So you dragged me all the way in here to tell me I didn’t commit a crime, and that I’m fully human.” “No.” “But……” “They have determined that your father was not a shifter.” “Right. I’m human.” “No, Neemah. He wasn’t a shifter. Your father was a vampire!”

“I am you. Or part of you, technically. I’m Nyx and I’ve been sleeping inside your head since you were about three months old. I’m your wolf.” Right. I had a wolf now, which made sense given the whole werewolf thing except it really didn’t make sense at all because shifters were supposed to manifest during puberty and I was nineteen and had never shifted or heard voices in my head before today. “Where am I?” I asked, wrapping my translucent arms around myself even though I couldn’t feel anything. “And how do I get out?” “The Spirit Realm,” Nyx said. “It’s the place between worlds where dead things linger and living things aren’t supposed to be able to reach. As for getting out, that’s compli

A surge of disappointment washed over her, leaving her with a lingering sense of unease. Attempting to clear her thoughts, Nemesis rubbed her temples and groaned softly. Her mind kept returning to a peculiar dream that had engulfed her senses prior to waking. It felt so vivid, so tangible, that at times she struggled to distinguish it from reality. In this dream, she encountered an unfamiliar version of herself and discovered a mysterious connection with the vampire lord, David. Yet, she couldn't quite grasp the significance or meaning behind these enigmatic revelations.

“Soon. But first—I want you to sit there and think. Think about what you’ve done. Think about everything you’ve taken.” “How would I think about something I don't even know, I haven't done anything” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I felt helpless, Tears came rushing down again this time more than before “Don’t cry yet, Andrea,” the voice said with a chuckle. “This is just the beginning.” Then—silence. The speaker cut off. I was alone again. I pressed my forehead against my tied wrists, heart racing, breath shallow, every muscle burning with terror. Who was this person? What had I done that could drive someone to this