Pokemon Creepypasta Black Novels & Stories

He roared a question, every part of his transformed body was dark as if tar had been splashed all over his skin. The pupils of his eyes were covered in nothing but blackness— as if lifeless, they glared at Renesmee who was now blinking blankly, with confusion. The ground began shaking while the sky roared— it was late for Renesmee to react when Liam rushed in her direction. "You shall pay!" Liam hissed in an omnipresent voice. — Blackness was the night, of the Cold Night cursed by the whispers of Malbonte. •••

"You... think this is over?" ALPHA LUCIAN “This is it.” Adrian’s voice is low, but final—like the calm before a damn apocalypse. We’re surrounded. About twenty of them—faceless, formless, black silhouettes shifting like liquid shadows, creeping through the snow-drenched ground like oil searching for flame. No eyes. No voices. Just oozing menace. I’ve fought beasts, freaks, even cursed hunters... but this? This was new-level fucked. "Okay, you black-blooded bastards!"

Many crimson red eyes appear on its head; each eye looks hungrily at the exposed limbs of that man in black. Blacky body starts to get bigger and bigger on each step as it’s walking toward that man in black. Each step more terrifying organs appeared on its body, each step more mouth, fang, and claw appeared until its stinking breath reeked of blood touching the nose of that man in black.

Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of Lycanthropy and Dark Arts." With utmost care, Rey and Lucius carried the book to a nearby table, their eyes filled with anticipation as they opened its pages. The text revealed the history and nature of Lycans, detailing their origins, abilities, and the curse that afflicted them. As they read, their knowledge expanded, shedding light on the connection between Lycans and the corruption plaguing their realm. They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts.

Liora gestures to a seat at her small, round kitchen table, and I settle into it as she sits across from me. “I know this sounds out of the blue,” I begin carefully, “but I’ve been seeing things. Visions. I’ve seen a woman, tall, black hair like ink, eyes the color of fresh blood. And recently, I saw her again, on the edge of my campus, in the real world. I think… I know she’s connected to something dark. Something old. And there was this drawing of a creature in a cave outside of town, where a coven used to practice magic. I think the creature is called a Lycan.”

I think they’re humans, stalk up the stairs. I backtrack and re-enter the building with small shuffling backward steps. “We have a problem.” I whisper as I bump against the tomb once again. I crawl up on top of it just as the three strangers come inside. The crypt seems to get ten times smaller from so many bodies in it. “I think this is the most visitors the old man ever got.” One of them hisses, a girl in all black. From head to toe. From her hair to her fishnets. Black. I get it. Point proven. You’re gothic and like the company of demons.

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."

Doing all kinds of things I don’t want to think about. Lucy forces me to stare back at the person who slapped us, and I find a male with a smug grin on his face. His clone stands across from Brenna, who looks just as stunned as I do. They’re both basically in a loincloth, with no shirt. Where the hell are we? Ancient Greece?? *I’ll tear him apart,* Lucy spits, as I close my eyes and think of Javed. Send my distress vibes to him, if he hasn’t already figured it out. How long was I blacked out?

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."