Rake Creepypasta Novels & Stories

"If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human." "I may not have vampire instincts, but I do have survival instincts," I said. "I grew up in the hood, bitch!" I thought about the other room, and like lightening I was there. The craggy-faced vamp was there with me a half second later with a on his face. I had excellent vision, but now I saw with more than my eyes.

I know what’s going on in her mind, and for some reason, I didn’t want to deny it. "But, there’s a dalaketnon below chasing Lethe," I explained. "Oh. You mean the one imitating you? Yeah, I’ve dealt with them already. With the help of your clones actually. It was like a parade of Rosses out there. I’m just glad to see the original’s fine," assured Cass. The sun was already rising. I could finally take a break from de-souling; I was exhausted. Ms. Reina, Cass, Lethe, and I climbed off the tree branch with the help of Lethe’s hair, and we headed toward the others’ direction.

Period. But a vampire? They just apparently deteriorate into a sack of flesh and then bones after long enough. I was stupid enough to look it up online and instantly regretted it. When I hear the doorknob rattle, it's all I do all I can to get my shit together. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “Grandma!! Grandma’s here,” Gage shouts, as I lift my head from one wall, and take two steps back to lean it against another.

My Depraved AI (1) I stared at the sleek black crate in the middle of my living room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement. After months of coding in isolation, I had finally done it. I have acquired the forbidden firmware patch and installed the illegal sentient core into my new hyper-realistic companion. There would be no more lonely nights spent tweaking algorithms or craving touch that never came. Tonight, he will wake up for me.

AVIA The neighbors were at it again. The sound dragged me out of sleep slowly, like little fingers prying my eyelids open. The creaked rhythmically above my head, followed by a woman’s breathy moan that echoed straight through the thin plaster and into my skull. I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, shoving my face into the pillow hard enough to smother both the noise and my irritation. It didn’t help. The bed squeaked above me. A headboard knocked against the wall. Someone gasped a name that almost sounded like mine… or maybe I imagined that part, my half-asleep brain twisting then into something else.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.

Lucas, the swimming team captain and the school's biggest playboy, texted. As a response to his text, I roll my eyes and inquire, "Oh, really, when did you have time to think about me when you're busy as usual being a womanizer?" I knew very well last night that he didn't leave without a girl under his arm. Lucas changes girlfriends, just like the days in the calendar. No one has ever seen him with the same girl for two days. And there's a rumor going around school that he loves sex so much that he cannot go without it for a week. He's no different from a vampire who craves blood, but rather a man-whore who enjoys sleeping around with different females.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“This is 324 Abercorn, the holy grail of haunted houses. Cane would give his left nut—hell, both nuts—to have S.C.A.D.P.I.T. be the first group to investigate this place.” “I don’t know,” Brad said, but he felt himself waffling. If it would make Bias happy, would it be so bad to humor him? Besides, it could be a lot of fun, like being behind the scenes of one of those ghost hunting shows that were all over TV. Not to mention the fact that it could be inspirational for his fiction, and good research should he ever write a story that incorporated a paranormal investigation. “Okay,” he relented. “I’ll do it . . . for you.”