روايات وقصص ضمن Paw Patrol Creepypasta

He shuddered at the thought of the vampires, he had refused to believe that vampires still existed until he had seen Dracaryx and the others. The door to the room opened and Dracaryx walked in. Valerie immediately went on his knees. Dracaryx walked up to him and patted his head. "Good boy." he praised him. "Thank you master" he answered. "Stand up" Dracaryx ordered him. Valerie stood up obediently. Dracaryx patted his head fondly. "did you miss me?" he asked. "Yes i did." "I enquired about what you said and it turned to be true."

I asked impatiently as I munched my food. "Seriously? You're having a good time alone and you've subtly sidelined us" Parrish questioned. "C'mon bro, the past few days have just been a busy one", I explained. "Yo nigga, I heard there's a crazy beast killing people in the woods. Is that true?" Deaton asked, hopping on Parrish's back. I looked around to be sure no one was listening in on the conversation, "Yeah, it's really crazy out there. Veronica was attacked by the mysterious creature last night". Parrish and Deaton gasped with a shocking look plastered on their faces.

I grabbed the slightly sticking gum strip, pulled—AND HOLY FUCK. Twenty amps of electric shock blasted through my body. My hair stood up like a cactus. I nearly blacked out. Before I could react, Dre was already filming, cackling like a maniac, snapping pictures, and—yep—posting it in the pack group chat. He. Is. So. Dead. “This is gold!” he laughed, shoving candy into his mouth. “What the hell are you doing here?!” I growled, still twitching. “My wolf was restless. I got bored. So I sprinkled salty water in my eyes, wailed about missing you, and Papa Draven talked to your mom. Boom—I’m here.”

When my son, Cayden Ulrick, returned home without his fur cloak, he was shivering violently from the cold. He curled weakly into my arms, yet he still tried to comfort me with a maturity far beyond his years. "I'm okay, Mommy. Don't worry." My heart ached as I pulled him closer and tried to warm his weak body. Cayden's sensitivity to the cold was one of the symptoms of Bloodline Fading. In my past life, after being neglected by his father, Theron Ulrick, Cayden was officially diagnosed with the condition.

With the hundreds of corpses littering the floor of the Crawfords' council hall, it was truly a sight of gruesome macabre. And yet, the elders remained calm, with Skye still strumming her zither as well. When the apprentices of the Crawford clan almost dozed off completely, Alea's scarlet lips parted as she breathed, "Go, my little babies." In a split second, black goo oozed out from beneath her feet. Even the hotheaded Jax shuddered when he saw the black goo spread and rapidly cover the corpses, devouring everything clean.

Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw, " Aww! It's okay. I got you. Maybe I can give you a little help." Surprisingly, he let me check on his paw calmly. I saw a small bruise on it. When I touched it gently, it yelped in pain. I forgot about the sunset and began to walk out. A group of running footsteps stopped me abruptly in the water. Twelve large werewolves appeared in front of me, their eyes laying on the pup in my hand. The one in front shifted quicker than my blink, muttering with a smirk,

I scream out and drop on the ground , something hold gushed out rolling down my thigh . "oh my god blood " I gasped "stop this madness please "I cried out unable to hold the pain I was feeling right now "hell no that thing in you most ... arhhhhhhh " he scream out and the next sound I heard was that of bone cracking and reshaping . I lifted my head up and behold in front of me stood a gigantic black panther whose abnormal green eyes was on me , no one needed to tell me who it was . "c'mon let's get outta here " Cammy said , yes she can talk even in her animal form . I weakly climbed on her back and she zoomed off ..

“You are even understanding every word I am saying right now, right ? Amazing, truly incredible. You and I should team up. We could make a fortune” Creep faces eyes are like two black holes in his face. Could he be some kind of cultist witch guy like in Ireland ? I have no plans to find out. The Wolf is banging on the inside of my skull trying to get out and rip the weirdo to pieces, but I won’t let him. No matter what this guy is, I have sworn never to take a life again. I turn to run, but the bastard is fast, blocking my path again. “Okay we need to work on your commands”. The idiot whistles. “Come here Fluffy. Sit”.

Matt remained immune to it. A few chunks of pumpkin teeth charged at his face, nipping him, scraping at his nose while he wriggled in pain, his lower body unaffected with the sudden stab. “Stop.” The Ghost of Michigan ordered, and the teeth halted in the air, they swallowed the sound in their mouth as they revolted against the ghost in the air who seemed to be moving at a faster rate than them. A baleful hoot echoed in the devilish lake. Matt eyed the silhouette in fear, his anxiety finally coming to the surface. He began to lose his composure seeing the way the silhouette looked angry, ready to blast him any second. There was no escape route, rather a hell hole of agony that laid in front

the lamp in my hand didn't go off as I expected, only my two white and black pups flew out of my jacket and landed in front of me. I stretch my hands to them, the ground very close to them open. the black pup was already slipping into the empty pit of darkness. I held onto one of its paws, and I felt some movement of claws gripping my legs, I could not look back at the one clawing at my feet but I knew it was the three-eye monster. with the white pup beside me, the black pup was struggling to hold on to me, the monster growled louder and clasp my feet pulling me away from the pit, I did not want to let go of the black pup but he gradually become too heavy for my little tender hands, "I won't