Pokemon Creepypasta Black นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

A whisper went round that even sorceress’s moray eels wouldn’t crave for their bony corpses. Reasonable residents stayed away from caves and grottoes, fearing not a cold death but meeting with the sorceress. Some imagined her as a fanged woman with a fishtale. Some – with numerous octopus’s tentacles. And rest considered her to be the fog that enveloped both the Black Cliff and the obscure castle on it all year round. Whitish smog seeped like snakes into the narrowest cracks, bringing nightmares and pulmonary sickness to homes.

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

It gave a wide grin, showing off its long teeth, saying, "That's none of your business. But I do know something that you will soon be aware of." "What is that? " I asked, drawing further away. It crawled away from the light and into the dark, with it's eyes shimmering at me. And this left me trembling, because once it's in the dark, I may not see it coming. "It's simple, Estelle. Your... DEATH!" It roared, advancing fully into the dark, coming for me. When I saw this, I ran away with speed, racing back through the paths I came from. The smell of this black beast was getting stronger and stronger, notifying me of how close it was gaining on me.

He looked at his brother in disbelief, exclaiming, "Pavana! Why would you do this?!" "This is my backup plan. I decided to resort to this option if I couldn’t defeat you." Pavana laughed menacingly. Although he appeared battered, he was not defeated yet. The mysterious power contained in the black liquid infiltrated his body, causing peculiar changes. "Prepare to witness my true strength!" Pavana roared. A pungent odor permeated the air. Onlookers were taken aback by the terrifying scene unfolding before them. Adrian, too, took several steps back, realizing that the black liquid carried an eerie, corrupting power. He then heard others around him let out strange cries too.

He couldn't even maintain his shift and was forced back into human form. He lay at the bottom of the crater like a dead mutt, twitching all over. I planted my foot on his chest. In full view of the werewolves, I said, "Everyone, take a good look." I pointed at the wound I'd torn open earlier. It was covered in black, corpse-like blotches. Even more bizarre—there was no blood spilling from where the flesh was torn. Instead, a foul-smelling black fluid oozed outward. "Those patches aren't ordinary wounds. They're a drug backlash."

“When did they come back?” “Last night, I guess. Be careful with people around. They are too crazy to be cautioned.” Lycus hissed. The Black are a gang that deal with missing people but are also dangerous because they kidnap for fun as well, and they are always attracted to women. They are always involved in activity like rape. I hate hearing about them because of their disgusting hobbies. They always fantasized about rape. Which I hated more. My gang only deals with hotels and gambling and weapons with other supplies, but we don't hurt women and kids unlike them.

“You’re all wasting time.” Everyone turned to her. She was deathly pale, and her hands trembled slightly. “Rhea, are you okay?” Anna asked, concerned. “Tell the doctors and nurses to leave. All of them,” Rhea said firmly. “What are you talking about?” Kael asked. “You don’t even know what this is.” “I do,” Rhea said, her voice cracking but determined. “I saw this. In a dream. It’s not natural. It’s black magic—dark and twisted. That’s why they’re whispering.”

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.