Randy Warren Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

I stopped myself, trying to put together the right words," Serious about the blood moon thing?" The blood moon was one of the only nights that I feared for my life even as a child. It was the night at the end of every season where a full moon would rise into the sky, red as blood. Something about it made Vampires become more monsters than anything. They would almost go savage, hunting down anything with a pulse, animals, people in the city, even their own kind, until they got enough blood to ease their hunger. I've witnessed plenty of pets die from the Pet Master back when I was in the shop, despite the rule against it.

But surprisingly, Landon and Aria didn't react to the warning at all. Instead, Randall's face went white as he urgently whispered to them. "Mr. York, you've just recovered this year. Evil spirits and Phantom Patrols are way too dangerous for you. Let's come back after these priests clean everything up. We can meet Kelsier another day." Randall was scared out of his mind. These weren't your run-of-the-mill ghosts—they were talking about evil spirits and Phantom Patrols. And truth to be told, even the friendly kind gave him the creeps. The second those words left their mouths, he was ready to yank Landon and Aria straight out the door.

Julie giggled. Ari laughed, her eyes gleaming with malice. She leaned against Tyler, who mirrored Amber’s disgust. “Seriously, what does Gruggs even see in you besides your appetite?” Ari mocked. “And her breasts,” Randall chimed in, leering at me. Instinctively, I covered my chest with the books in my arms. “Cool it, Randy,” Tyler warned. “What?” Randy continued. “They’re huge and–” He stopped as soon as he saw Tyler’s glare. “And I’ll stop.”

"Hah! Yeah, right. Come on, everyone is afraid of something." "Not me." "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'll even tell you my biggest fear." Harley laughed quietly through her nose. "You're a five hundred year old vampire, I highly doubt there is much on this mortal plane that can scare you." "It may seem like that, but I can assure you it's not the case." "Alright then, I guess I could tell you mine if you tell me yours." "Deal… but you first." "Okay, the truth is that I'm afraid-"

No one would come looking for me. The journey took most of the day. By late afternoon, I reached the edge of Redscar territory. The moment I crossed the invisible boundary, the air changed. It grew thick, humid, and heavy with the raw stench of sex, sweat, cum, and blood. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself forward. Then I saw it. The Redscar pack grounds sprawled before me like a living nightmare of lust and savagery. Everywhere I looked, wolves were fucking openly, shamelessly, like animals in heat.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

Raven shrugged and muttered, "It was donated. They looked very old." "And that's not all," Raven continued. "There were a lot of books on vampires, witches, and paranormal stuff. Who believes in all this shit, by the way?" The mention of vampires seemed to strike a chord with her grandmother, who looked fearful at the mere mention of them. Raven couldn't help but notice the fear in her grandmother's eyes and wondered why she reacted that way. "Yes...vampi-" Raven started to say, but was interrupted as her grandmother suddenly stood up and began unbuttoning her shirt, muttering about a necklace.

he rumbled a laugh. “Do you even know how to be serious?” I rolled my eyes. “How do we fix us? How did this happen?” He paused his chewing. “Honestly, Prissy Pants, I don’t know. I’ve never heard of this happening before in werewolf history.” I began to panic. “I don’t think I can live another day in this sex craved body,” I yelped. “There are so many naked photos of women on your bedroom wall that every time I look at them, the thing in your pants gets out of hand.”

I rolled my sleeves up, gazing over the recently closed cases, and filing them into the proper categories. Vampire Shifter. Ghost. Demon. Boogeyman. Etc. I'd make a new file if we came across a new type of monster. The scent of strawberries filled my nose as Lucy plopped onto my lap, setting her laptop down to scroll the schedule. I brushed her longer blonde hair over her shoulder, peppering kisses against her throat. When we were human, her pulse would jump, but her reactions were still the same. She'd lean against my mouth, humming in contentment. "We have a Silas Devant at 10."