Pokemon Creepypasta Black Novels & Stories

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak when I felt a strange stinging sensation in my left shoulder. "Wait.. what was that? What have you done to me?" I was scared and unable to move from the spot. My legs instantly collapsed causing me to end up in a heap on the forest ground. "No!" I heard someone scream but then everything around me went dark.

“Stop. Don’t go out there!” “I can’t,” I cry. “I don’t know what’s happening!” Then something moves. Fast. A black blur swooshes past us like smoke with claws. It knocks into me, hard, and I hit the ground so fast the breath is punched from my lungs. “What the hell was that?!” I scream, scrambling up, sword in hand. Zev’s already moving. “A shuck.” “A what?!” “A shuck,” he says, his voice urgent. “Undead werewolf. Black as night. Strong. Fast. And impossible to kill.”

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

Presently, While Daphne and Liam prepared to confront inspector Hayes, another meeting was going on. Deep within the heart of an ancient, desolate forest, a gathering of the malevolent Black Wolves took place under the shadowy canopy of night. The air was thick with a sinister energy as a hundred of these dark entities, cloaked in human guise, assembled in a large, moonlit clearing. Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation.

Especially because the next part of my dream was always horrifying and I couldn’t allow myself to believe it might actually come to pass. All too soon, the scene I dreaded most would appear. The petrifying creature with the black skin with the opalescent sheen and glowing green eyes played a starring role in my dreams every night. It would fix me in an unblinking stare while its black lips curled into a sinister sneer.

That's when she saw its eyes. My blood went cold. Those eyes weren't wolf eyes. They weren't human eyes either. They were black. All black. Like staring into hell itself. "Its eyes," I said. My voice shook. "They were black. Not normal black. Empty black." Kieran squeezed my shoulder. "It's okay. You're safe now." But I wasn't safe. None of us were safe. This creature wasn't one of my kind. It wasn't a werewolf. It was something else. Something worse. Something that shouldn't exist.

Lifted the baby. Held her toward a swirling darkness floating in the center of the room. A black hole. A wound in reality itself. The darkness pulsed. Hungry. Waiting. The creature spoke. Its voice sounded like a thousand screams. “Soon.” The baby cried. The creature smiled. And threw her into the void. “No!” Rick woke with a violent gasp. Sweat covered his body. His heart hammered against his ribs. For several seconds he struggled to breathe. The nightmare felt real. Too real. He looked around the room. Darkness. Stone walls. Silence. Only a dream. Nothing more. Yet unease lingered. Then he noticed his hands. Rick froze. Black tendrils twisted beneath his skin. Thin strands of darkness craw

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.