Pokemon Creepypasta Black Novels & Stories

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.

the elder chuckled, walking out of the shadows and standing in front of Ogre. A man with a frame that was even large than Ogre’s stood before the kneeling Ogre. His red eyes pierced through the latter like lasers, revealing his identity as an Undead. He wore a mask that hid his features, but his identity was known just by the size of his body alone. This man was one of the two scientists that served directly under the Undead Lord. This man was Elder Black! And it was he who was in charge of Ogre’s Nest. You see, Ogre’s Nest was merely one of Elder Black’s many enterprises. It was like a limb that he could cut off at any time. At least, that was how things had started out; however, Ogre’s Ner

Black as midnight. A phantom.

A horrible growling sound echoed around the forest. Rogues.