Pirate Cove Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“Ahhh, fine! Fine! Whatever. If you don’t want to tell me who he is, just say so~” Nexus laughed, softer now, like wind chimes in the desert dusk. But then, he leaned in again, as though sharing the punchline of the universe. “He’s a powerful wolf spirit who will call himself Theo a few years from now.” All of a sudden, the world around her trembled—like an old filmstrip glitching between frames. Nexus’s warm, serene smile began to fade, like sunlight sinking into water. The shrine, the sky, the sand beneath her—all of it peeled away, pixel by pixel, memory by memory.

Shier hollered and hit her with the whip one more time. “Argh—Da—” Becca flinched when another lash hit her. “The vampire potion, isn’t that what the vampire wants? That potion was created by your godmother, who was a four-hundred and eighty-year-old vampire, and she was your mother’s best friend. She injected the potion into your mother when she was pregnant with you. That woman put my wife in danger!” Shier yelled and continued hitting her, as Becca had tears leaching out of her eyes.

******* By the time that the pirate ships that fled the due to the Garuda player and his associates' intervention had arrived, the chaos in the camp of human traffickers had already died down. After that first group that Kirou and his pets dealt with in the cave that previously housed the children, Kirou rushed outside to join his other two clones in killing the other members of the camp. During the fight, he eventually summoned out his pet spider and had it in charge of restraining all the camp members that Kirou deemed to live a bit longer. There weren't many that made it in this group, but those that did deeply regretted the fact Kirou didn't kill them in the initial cha

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

They slowly squat on the floor around Grandma and Miss Mata who are talking to each other for a moment, then Miss Mata too squat herself on the floor. “Everyone, we should not be afraid of what just happened. Alright?” and everybody nodded although they were still dizzy and Miss Mata shook her head in disappointment that even she doesn’t who did this to us—to our ship. “The creatures who did this are a friend of Martes and I. So, let me introduce to you. . The Arazique of the ocean!” Grandma made her voice loud and the floating rocks in the ocean floated in the air and molded themselves into a human form but small and so chubby like a body of a chibi, so cute. Kawaii!!!

Lelandi, you’re too wet and hot for me, I notice. He always had a lewd expression in his eyes when he looked at her. He placed her on the wooden floor by slipping his arms under her. The 19th of September is Speak Like a Pirate Day, so consider that. You’ll be my sea squirt, and I’ll steal your riches. She prepared for her by slipping her hand down to the bulge in his pants and vigorously rubbing it. I won’t be the treasure, sir; I’ll be the pirate captain. He chuckled.

Eli moved to sit beside him, their legs touching. “Let me see what’s on it,” Cove said. He reached for his laptop on the bedside table and plugged the drive in. Eli watched his face as the screen lit up. “Be careful. He said it was dangerous.” Cove typed quickly, eyes narrowing as lines of code appeared. “It’s a trojan horse. Sophisticated. Designed to spread fast.” Eli leaned closer. “What does it do?” Cove was quiet for a long moment, reading through the code. His face grew darker with every second. “It’s not just for my systems. It’s bigger. Much bigger.”

Balkin excitedly told the tale of Rayburn ‘Plankton’ Vossler who was known for eating a lot of seaweed. Wyatt got to read the last story. He was grinning like crazy. “Okay. The quietest pirate was known as Burt ‘The Slug’ Creep. He spent most of his time lying down and asleep. He didn’t like talking to the rest of the crew, for they were loud and obnoxious and had weird tattoos. He didn’t like their cruelty and their need to kill. He didn't understand it and it didn’t give him a thrill. He liked to be by himself and spend time on his own and when his death came he was all alone. He took his own life because had no reason to live, he didn’t know he had more to this ship to give. He walks slow

The creeper took a step to them, snarling with drool slipping from its mouth down to the sand. “I have no choice but to step in.” The pregnant woman said about moving. The creeper halted, something was wrong and it felt it soon after It’s eyes widened as it’s body slowly deteriorated from his sides leaving only it’s two legs. “What the?!” the pregnant woman was surprised. “… how did he do that?!” “We survived!” Peirce and Node rejoiced as their knees where almost failing them. “It was more scary than the Torzillas.” Peirce exhaled, fell on his knees on their accomplishment, Node held his shaking hand as he forced a smile on his face.