Pokemon Creepypasta Black Novels & Stories

Taji used his gold dust to speed up, so he could get a better look at what they were seeing. “Shit, we need to hurry up, those are black dragons. If they are here that means they have located the Trifecta. We can't let them take the boys we need to help them.” Taji said calling his sword. “Wait what is a Trifecta, and black dragons have been extinct for thousands of years.” Buttercup said following Taji's lead. She was confused by what she was hearing. First Leprechauns and now the appearance of black dragons both sighting could mean the end for all supernaturals on earth. Buttercup thought as she followed Taj, she knew Taji wasn't telling her everything. She knew him and knew when he was ly

"It was like a waking nightmare, and Coco was here to help me through it." I went on to describe the nightmarish ordeal in detail, from the suffocating paralysis to the grotesque figures and their sinister whispers. Clive listened attentively, his silence an unspoken acknowledgement of the gravity of my experiences. Once I had recounted the vision, I broached the subject of Coco's suggestion regarding black magic. "Clive, Coco mentioned something tonight," I said tentatively. "She suggested that black magic might hold some answers, that others who've faced similar torments have turned to it as a last resort."

It hurt that she didn't think I could handle whatever they seemed to be hiding. "Mia, I'm sure Kara has told you about the creatures of the night." He glanced at Kara, giving her a stern look as if he was telling her 'You should have kept your mouth shut' then looked back at me. "Well, they're not just stories," Mr. Black confessed. "Go on." I urged. Mr. Black scanned the room cautiously as if someone might be eavesdropping, then leaned in to speak in a hushed whisper. "Werewolves."

The memory shattered again, the laughter turning into a horrific, echoing scream that made my ears bleed. I was suddenly dropped into a pitch-black room that smelled heavily of copper and rotting wood. Rose and her three friends were on the floor, weeping and crying out in pure agony. They were frantically turning their hands over, looking at their skin under the dim candlelight. The black magic they had messed with was actively eating them away from the inside out, turning their veins a terrible, sickly black. They were dying, desperate, and completely out of options, frantically whispering to each other as they looked for a solution to save themselves.

The first claw scraped against the stone like someone dragging metal over glass. He had moved fast, pushing Seraphina behind a broken pillar just as a black wolf lunged at them. The thing that followed wasn’t a wolf, not fully. It was wrong. Its bones jutted at odd angles, its eyes pitch black, and its skin moved like liquid shadow. It let out a screech that was disturbing to the ears. “These must have been born out of magic, or someone is just messing with what he doesn't understand,” he said, low and grim.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

A vampire reporter who was in the helicopter also broadcast news about the explosion of the mansion belonging to one of the nobles of the Trinity Kingdom, Marcis Osya, and also shifted his camera to highlight the countless black soldiers who were slaughtering the entire population in the city. "... As we can see, the mansion belonging to the vampire lord, Marcis Osya has just been engulfed in green flames. Also, there are thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands, or even millions of black creatures attacking the entire town ..." Reinhard raised the sound of the radio he was listening to. The news broadcast was not only broadcast on TV but also on radio and various media. "... Those mysterious

The Souths pack was the only group that was, but they were at the party. “Well did you?!” An angry voice bellowed. The black man's face was blown with anger as he barely kept himself under control. I started to shake even more. “Did I what?” “Did you kill the other pack?” I looked back down at the body. Then I looked all around me at the others. There must be at least twenty bodies lying here. Flashes of Claire and the fire ran through my mind and I remembered the cries I heard. Did they sound like Shape Shifters' screams? All of the sudden, the smell around me became too much to bare and I started to feel dizzy.

Philip was surprised by his remark. While chatting, the two arrived at the old man’s room. As soon as he reached the door, Philip noticed black energy hovering in the room. Philip was extremely sensitive to this black energy. Although his level had been reduced to one star, his experience was not affected. More importantly, he had seen this black energy in the medical book in Verge Tower. It was called the Vile Black Cloud, an extremely strong voodoo poison. “Dad, I brought the doctor,” Preston yelled as he opened the door.

A creature with pitch-black fur stood on all fours, its head raised as if it were staring directly at her. Maera's eyes widened, her body freezing in shock. ‘No, this isn’t real,’ she murmured to herself. “Grim, or the Black Shuck—an omen of death.” Maera recalled her best friend's words from the other day. ‘No. That’s just a wild dog, not Grim,’ she whispered to herself and hastily slammed the window shut. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me or Grandma. Everything’s going to be fine. It was just a wild dog, not Grim,” Maera whispered again, trying to convince herself.