Rake Creepypasta Novels & Stories

And still, she stepped closer, daring the storm to claim her. Cheesy? Maybe. But also kind of hot. I could live with that. For hours, I got lost in the rhythm of typing and deleting, of imagining and twisting the tension between two people who were clearly doomed but couldn’t stay away. My words came out smoother now and less self-conscious. Until I opened the wrong folder. Or maybe the right one. I hadn’t touched it since the day I left. The Original Manuscript. It was still titled “Breathless Nights”.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

“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.”

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Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

“So, you believe that there is a possibility that they plotted your father’s death and mother’s disappearance. And there is a great chance that your father’s schemes were discovered, or reported by someone… which eventually lead to his death—ordered to be murdered. And that leaves you to find who did it. Whoever stabbed your father in the back could be someone close to him.” “Correct.” Raverine grabbed a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. “Could be his friends or foes or… his own family.” I nodded and turned my attention to the computer screen. I typed in vampires in the search bar and mythical stories came up on the search browser first. “I wonder who wrote these articles and stories

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

"Interested? Me? No, I am not." Cheng Yan smiled as he watched his little sister deny with a stone face. She kept complaining on how he ignored Fang Sha and tried to harm her instead. "Ok tell me something. Have you ever met him again?" "No. I don't even want to meet him. I detest that guy. Especially the way he is so similar to a ghost. He haunts me every time I try to sleep, his scrunched-up face is the worst. Let's just say everything about him is so unlikable." She complained.

Ghost relentlessly worked my pussy until my body was quivering uncontrollably whilst I screamed his name. My fingers dug into his scalp painfully as my orgasm neared, my hand gathering more strands of his hair, pushing his face further into my pussy. “Oh my God! Yes, Ghost! I’m right there!” I cried out as his tongue flicked at my pussy. Smack! Smack! Smack! “You like this, don’t you?” He groaned against me, his large palms soothing the skin of my ass where he had whacked. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please, don’t stop!” I whimpered, grinding my waist against his face.