Nemesis Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

" Me: My mother is already trying to contact yours. His reply came almost instantly. Sebastian: She already did. I stopped walking. Me: What? Sebastian: My mother just congratulated me. I covered my face with one hand. Me: This is a nightmare. Three dots appeared. Sebastian: You said yes. Me: So did you. Sebastian: Unfortunately. I smiled. Me: We can still run. His response came almost immediately. Sebastian: Together? I stared at the message longer than I should have. Then I typed: Me: Don't make this weird. His reply: Sebastian: You're the one proposing an elopement with your nemesis. I laughed. I hated that he could still make me laugh. And somehow, that felt far more dangerous than the w

CARLOTTA’S POV~ I was surprised at my husband’s response, but since it kept Nessa quiet, I accepted it, and then I added, “Your dad’s right. You need to love yourself and don’t ask such questions again,” Wearing a melancholic look on her face, Nessa said, “Right, I’m sorry for asking ‘such’ questions,” Then she went to her room. We were both worried as we watched her go up to her bedroom, but I was the most worried. “Why do you think she asked us about her scars?” I asked Bennett. “I have no idea, and I don’t want to think whatever it is you’re thinking,” Bennett responded. “What if they found her, what if they’re here for-“ I was cut short by Bennett.

"She laughed. She told me the pack is coming. That they're worse than her. That they want everything—the company, you, Nora. She gave me a website. Apparently, it would show me what real wolves look like." My blood boils. "Then let's see it," I say fiercely. "Right now. I'm not letting her play mind games with you anymore. We face this together." Hayden studies me for a second, then he nods, taking out his phone. His thumb moves across the screen as he types in the address Rachel gave him. The site loads. At first, it looks just like any other dark, sleazy p**n site. A black background, red accents, and thumbnails arranged in a grid. But as the images sharpen, horror crawls up my spine.

David said with calmness that he did not feel. “But if what you’re saying is true and the Brethren have kidnapped Alice too then he would want to know.” David shook his head. “You don’t get it. It’s not the Brethren. It’s something else.” This angered Belinda no end. “Is it Orson Industries?” “You don’t know the people who have done this.” “Who did it?” “They’re called Nemesis…” “Nemesis?” Robert asked. “Yes and it’s a difficult situation for me because most of them used to be friends of mine.”

Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke Not souls, but bodies they latched, Gurgling sound and distorted face They filled the space, To master Pepper Rei Who was very new to this illusion She wanted to flee the site of nightmares So she screamed some more to wake Her up from this nasty dream But her screams followed More horrid scenes With dripping blood and popping eyes She now felt little Missy Huddled closely with her left leg Till footsteps hurried and soothed The ruffled girl With love and pecks but ignored Pepper Rei

He crossed the threshold and stopped in the narrow hallway of my mother's house, with its photographs on the wall and the smell of scrambled eggs still in the air and the particular quality of a home that has been filled with love for a long time, and looked at Zane. Zane looked at him. They regarded each other in the hallway for a moment, the man and the boy with the same dark eyes and the same quality of stillness when something mattered, and I stood at the bottom of the stairs and my mother stood by the kitchen door and neither of us breathed. Then Zane said, "You came at ten. You said you would and you did." "Yes," Marcus said. "Good," Zane said, with the air of someone whose primary hyp

He pulls me with him until we're standing face to face with Knight and his blond ice queen. It pricks me that the sight of Camille Graves still sends a dagger through my heart. I’m married to a better man, why should I care about her perched on my stepbrother's arm? Her eyes wide in recognition. “What is your human stepsister doing here?” she demands in a whisper loud enough to reach my ears. Human stepsister. The words send a chill down my spine, bringing with them a reminder of my current reality. The fact that I stand in the midst of werewolves, creatures I once thought fictional. Creatures who could rip me apart.

John explained. " You can't stop the war from happening" Emily's words caught everyone off guard. " What do you mean?" Blink couldn't help but ask. " The war can't be averted" Emily answered. " Hudson and Alvara are like Nemesis Reborn. Them possessing the Fenris Force...this war must happen" " We don't understand what you're saying Emily" John said in confusion. " After Alvara told me about her and Hudson, I had to do a lot of research about the Fenris Force and I found out something very important;

A life far away from scandals, power games and men like Marcus. My company in Valmont continued thriving. I kept taking contracts Marcus expected to win and every loss got under his skin. But stealing contracts from him wasn’t enough. It irritated him. It bruised his ego. I didn’t come back to irritate Marcus. I came back to become his nemesis. I was able to keep myself hidden using the name Veronica Thompson. The realization settled like something heavy in my chest. I had been moving carefully, trying to avoid noise, mistakes and doing everything possible to stay hidden.