Novel & Cerita Nemesis Creepypasta

Zayden shifted Aldric against his chest and put his free arm around me and I went into the warmth of him the way I always did and Selene's eyes stayed on the moon and Aldric's gray eyes stayed on his father and the white Lycan guard along the boundary raised their massive heads and sent one long resonant sound into the northern sky. The forest and the stranger and the forbidden night and the pregnancy and the cart and the fortress that tried to break her. And I understood standing in the moonlight with my family that the story of Nerissa Ashwood did not end with survival. It ended here. With her daughter's eyes reflecting a full moon and her son's gray eyes on the face of his father and the

Dante laughed and laughed like a maniac and only the darkness surrounded him. *** Deep within the hideout, the air hung heavy with malevolence. Claire, trapped in her restraints and confined within a dark cage, could sense the presence of evil all around her. She strained her senses, trying to make sense of her surroundings and find a way to escape. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the chamber. Cassandra, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and malice, emerged from the shadows. Her form seemed to meld with the darkness itself, making her an ominous figure in the dimly lit room.

She hated me, we stopped pretending about that when she humiliated me at a party two years ago, right in front of Alex, my nemesis. The image of the day was still vivid inside my head. The way I trembled under the spotlight, the heavy sound of mockery that almost tore me apart, and my nemesis, staring right at me like that was my end. “You didn't inform me before coming,” Janelle said, getting up to her feet. Her blue gown swept the floor. She looked almost elegant. “Sorry ma'am…” “To hell with your sorry.” She didn't let me speak. She always does that.

Instead, he let out a deep sigh through his nose and asked shortly, “Okay, so what’s this all about?” I was surprised by his change in tone. All his playful antics had vanished at first mention of the prophecy. I was almost glad that I hadn’t been asked to leave. I wanted to know what some illegal human trafficking rings had to do with a prophecy. “As it turns out,” began the Alpha. “They gave the prophecy a name.” “Oh? A name?” said Lucas. “Do tell.” “They call it The Nemesis’s Curse,” the Alpha went on. “They picked out some girls and claimed they’d be the chosen ones. There will be a private party for their guests each month. The next one is coming up in three days.”

Derek closed his ears with his hands and screamed. With the little strength left in Rose, she scrambled out of the room. This man she was looking at wasn’t the Derek she knew; this was a monster who had the potential to end a life without thinking twice. Derek sat on his bed, vibrating; his eyes were still bloodshot red. His legs trembled, and his hands vibrated. As he sat there, his mind ran wild as different thoughts flushed in at once. “No!” He screamed, his hands enclosing his ears. He repeated the scream and stood up from the bed in a flash.

But it settled into me like something that expected to be obeyed. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I sat. "You're sleeping with the enemy, Imani." He looked ahead. "I don't know who the hell you think you are." "That's the problem." He turned his head towards me. "You don't know who anyone is... you're not safe, Imani. Neither is Yara." My heart was loud in my own ears. "Are you threatening me?" Something moved in his expression. Brief. Almost pitying.

I fought to get on top of the strange tumbling of jumbled thoughts in my mind. I pushed hard to clear away the debris and focus on what I knew of my past. Fire burned through my insides, spreading rapidly as something like poison worked its way through my system. Blood ran in rivers and light faded quickly. I heard voices calling, chanting, and felt someone reaching for me to try to hold me to earth. I found myself in a shadowy realm, banshees wailing, shadows flickering and reaching. Skeletons. Dark spiked teeth. Talons. Spiders and cockroaches. Snakes hissing. The skeletons are drawing closer and closer until…

My jaw aches from how tightly I've been clenching it. Even after I stumble away from the roots. Even after the body disappears from sight. Even after the smell begins to fade. My stomach continues to churn. Every shadow between the trees looks wrong. Every movement of leaves makes my pulse jump. And the image refuses to leave my mind. Grotesque. Haunting. Nightmarish. And to my horror, the forest seems to agree because finally it breaks its silence. Shrill screams rips through the darkness. I freeze. Another scream follows. This one louder than the first.

Her words are cold and dripping with sin. I shake my head, pleading, “Please let them go!” Each and every scream tears through me like shards of poisoned glass. I see fear and horror in Nana’s eyes as the flames claim her, I see little Marlene crying for help that never comes and I breathe in the smell of Hayden’s charred skin. No, please no! The woman’s laughter is filled with nothing but hatred. “Alisa….my succubus, come to me.” She turns her head around to face me and I scream.’

"Now, do you mind telling me the truth of how you got the video?" Robert laughed. "It was sent anonymously. I really don't know. It was just easier to pin the blame on you." "You're a piece of shit, Robert." Rhys stood up and stormed out of the mansion.