Rake Creepypasta Novels & Stories

｡༶・° D I S C L A I M E R °・༶ ｡. Creature is rated mature and the plot is not intended for a young audience. It contains mature themes, swearing, sexual content and drug abuse. Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution.

I guess she's still our friend after all. "I have something to tell you." I'm shocked. Rhea said more than three words to me. I'm getting kinda scared, is this about Sarah? "Sure, come in and have a seat." She closed the door behind her and came in. I put down the books in my hand and sat in front of her. I stared at her as if trying to collect information from a book, I was trying to guess what she wanted to say. She rubbed her palms together and looked me straight in the eye. Her seriousness is scaring the shit out of me but I'm trying to keep my cool, the future king of a vampire kingdom can not afford to be scared of a serious conversation.

Instead, I just gave a dumb nod. When he was sure that I was ready to hear what he had to say, he continued. “Just as there are various human races, there are various vampire races. This is a little-known fact; but a fact, no less. At one time, the night-walkers were a peaceful race. Then, something happened that caused them to split. Many went rogue. This is similar to what happened with the angels, I believe. Bram Stoker’s famous Count Dracula was fashioned after these rogue night-walkers. Night-walkers got their name because they cannot tolerate the rays of the sun for an extended length of time and need to find places, such as the caves of Rapa Nui, to protect them from the burning rays

Underneath, a note: :: COHERENCE MODEL – V1 :: ORIGIN UNKNOWN :: BUT THE SYSTEM CALLS IT ‘VALE-RHYTHM’ A student raises a hand: “Was Vale a command protocol?” The tutor hesitates. Then smiles. “No. She was a person.” “But she stayed still so well, the world started listening.” In a nearby archive room, Cassian opens a drawer. No files. Just a folded piece of paper. Unlabeled. Unclaimed. He opens it. A single printed phrase: “If they move like you,

Her mind clouded with need. She shivered. Was it just some kink? A twisted game? Or was it something more? She couldn’t shake it. Couldn’t rest. And the more she tried to make sense of it, the deeper the unease grew in her gut. She opened a private browser window and hesitated only briefly before typing in the words: “Signs you’ve been bitten by a vampire.” Nothing helpful. A few odd Reddit threads, a YouTube video about tantric healing, and a pop article about succubi.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

"No. You see, the world is not as it appears. There is more to it than meets the eye, things that most humans do not understand…" "Dad, can you please speak English?" "Right. Beyond what most can see, lies a world of evil. Creatures roam the earth, claiming victims and draining their blood…" "You mean vampires?" "Yes. Vampires." "Hmm… are you feeling alright?" "What? Yes! Now, listen… Many centuries ago; long before my time, or even my father's time there were two brothers. Clayton and Dominic Lawrence. They were human, living their lives just like everyone else during that era…"

DAISY’S POV I found out from Maya. She was a friend from college, someone I had stayed loosely connected to over the years, the kind of friendship that lived mostly online now, occasional likes and comments, the periodic catching up over coffee when our schedules aligned. She texted me at eleven fifteen on Tuesday morning with a screenshot and a single character. ? I opened it without context. The screenshot was from a gossip site I did not regularly read, a blind item, four short paragraphs, the particular style of writing that I recognised even though I rarely engaged with this kind of content. I read it once quickly. Then I read it again slowly.

For the first time, she experienced how wonderful it feels to have someone called the apple of the eye. She was in the library then, researching for her report. Coincidentally, the book she needed was on the higher part of the shelf and she could not reach it. But because of her shy nature, she still tried to reach the book by squatting. She was surprised when suddenly a tall, dark-skinned man approached her and handed her the book.

Since the window is locked, the little bat just pulls back its wings and holds up the piece of old paper, pressing it flat against the glass so the Angel can read it. The handwriting is very fancy: [Raphael. The runaway werewolf has been caught. She demands school credits before she will give him back. Sorry to wake you, but please send her the money. — Ilius.] The Angel reads the note. A moment later, back in my dorm room, my phone suddenly buzzes. [System: You have a new friend request from Level 6 Student — Raphael.] Two seconds later...Ding! I laugh out loud, totally thrilled. "Money received! Come here, boy. Put this on."