Rainbow Dash Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I brought up my finger and it perched. A gasp escaped my lips as I stared at the little rainbow on my hand, coming out here wasn’t a bad idea after all, look who just made a new friend. I chuckled and just while I was wondering what to name it, something cawed above my head, a crow with eyes as red as magma. It nabbed the butterfly off my hands and that was not all, it circled up in the sky. And then swooshed down towards me. Panic set in. My eyes widened and just as I turned to flee, my feet slipped. A devastating cry escaped my lips as I plummeted into the water and the cold deep enveloped me.

“I didn't know…” “You forgot us,” another moans, crawling towards me on shattered limbs. “You let him slaughter us!” My heart punches against my ribs. “Who?” Thunder shakes the ground, something wet dropping on my cheek. A single drop at first. Then another. Then a slow rain of it. I wipe at my face with trembling hands and stare down at my hands… crimson coats my skin like war paint. A harsh scream rips through my throat as I stumble back, tripping on a bony hand. Losing my balance, I shut my eyes, bracing myself to crash on the bony-covered ground.

Caitlyn awoke with a start, her heart racing and her breath sharp in her chest. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a fog she couldn’t shake. In the darkness of her mind, flashes of an ancient, buried temple had danced before her eyes. She saw a chained wolf, its eyes glowing with a deep, unnerving hunger, surrounded by an endless blackness. And then, her own reflection—a version of herself that wasn’t quite right—whispering, “It’s not over.”

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

Fear shakes through my body and creeps up my spine. Vampire clown. They’re the worst kind. I start to cry. He stares. Then backs away. “I’m sorry …” His voice glitches. Warps. Echoes, like dolphin sounds underwater. Then he’s gone. Just gone. I try to move. I can’t. The worms are everywhere now. Crawling over my stomach. Up my arms. Between my fingers. I close my eyes and open my mouth — and scream. “Mel! MEL! Look at me!” A voice slices through the fog.

POV: Alika The crimson drop landed directly on my forehead—hot, searing, like molten iron. I staggered, but my body froze instantly as the pain shifted into something else. It wasn’t just a burn—this felt like an engraving. A symbol slowly formed, glowing faintly like embers. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. As if something was being embedded in my skin and piercing straight through to the bone. The sky above the manor darkened further. The blood rain no longer fell randomly—it danced in a vortex, forming patterns that made no sense. Every creature in the garden fell silent. No birdsong. No rustling leaves. Even the wind held its breath.

“You bitch! Who are you? Do you know who I am or who I work with?” “No! I really don’t care. If you see one monstrous, blood sucking Vampire you seen them all. I am nobody.” “Your dead that is what you are!” He again lunges for her but fakes her out and grabs her by her beautiful, long, curly red hair. Then throughs her across the small lot toward the other wall and trash bins. He chuckles as he did it and wipes his mouth. Damn she made me bleed. No one makes me bleed. He then takes off running to finish the red hair thorn in his back.

“As for who I am, you’ll soon find out. I’m coming soon, for you, sweetness.” Thunder booms loudly and I jump at the sound. Rain begins to pour and I try to run, looking for a place to hide from the rain but something holds me down. I look down to see hands, pulling my legs. A million hands climb my body up to my neck. I scream in fear, louder than I ever have before and the laugh sounds closer this time. Red eyes slowly approach me and I open my mouth to scream once more as it moves towards me.

Scarlett: I could feel the breeze, the dancing trees, the footsteps, the man and everything all began to slowly fade from my sight and be replaced with pouring liquid from above. I didn't think it was the rain nor do I know what the liquid was, but then I could feel my stomach gushing out with a thick substance which I knew was my blood. I groaned in pain, the pain I felt was actually real. I didn’t think this was some dream...this was real, the man in the cloak, the woman and the stab on my stomach, they're all real.

They part from each other, eyes matching. Something is not right here. RAINE POV She’s a roach. I was hoping to have a relaxing night. I’d wow the crowds, have a few drinks, and head home. With Karen here, I could not do that. The fact that she’d show up, after saying she no longer was planning to attend, rubs me the wrong way. Her entrance into Mr.Davis’s circle was obviously strategic, I just couldn’t figure out why.