Pokemon Creepypasta Black Novels & Stories

“I’m still here in the office. Please, help me—Ah!!!” My voice shattered into a scream as the knocking intensified, a frenzied barrage that made the walls tremble. I dropped the phone, my heart racing, each beat like a drum echoing in the void of my terror. Desperation drove me to the peephole. I peered through, my breath catching in my throat. The figure outside was a ghastly silhouette, a skeletal shape creature that I’ve never seen before. It was neither human nor wolf, but something far worse—a creature from the myths stories that I only heard. It was just a rumor about this… black creature. It’s impossible to see one living species like now!

Looking towards the source of the sound, in the east of the capital city of Gusomds, there stood a giant black figure rising. It stood up. From Arista’s perspective, this giant black figure was about fifteen feet tall, raising its head to the sky and letting out a long howl, shaking the Abyss. Arista looked at it in shock: “What is that?” Alpha Maeva’s voice echoed in her head: “It’s a creature created by the Dead Land pack using dark magic. After days of silence, it turns out they’ve been planning this.” “Is it dangerous?” “A creature formed by dark magic won’t die as long as the magic remains intact. They must have laid out a formation somewhere. As long as Levi doesn’t find the formation,

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 Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.” She heard scratching along the paper’s edges. Thousands of tiny, black shadows climbed up—spiders made from broken computer code, hungry and relentless. They were coming for them. “If the Author’s a prisoner and the Board’s lost control… who’s the dark master that’s taken the pen?”

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.