Randy Warren Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The bed slammed once, twice, and then a heavy silence fell over the house. Lena came right then. She shuddered, her body writhing against her own hand as a wave of heat crashed over her. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her cries, her eyes wet and her heart racing at a terrifying speed. When the pulsing finally slowed, the silence that followed felt louder than any music.

Stepping out of my dorm room always seems to lead to a payday. I am in a great mood as I head back up to Room 306. But the second my fingers touch the doorknob, my instincts kick in. Hmm? I push the door open. The living room is completely dark and dead silent. To a normal person, it would seem totally empty. But my new Reaper senses are very sharp, and they are screaming that there is a huge, breathing creature currently standing in my personal space.

Hey again So yes I didn't give you guys a new chapter Cause I want to do that next year 2020 is almost over and am so happy I ready hope next year gets better But am realky grateful to God for a lot of things Okay here are some cool Werewolf poetry I happen to have found Note non of these are mine, I simply got them form the Internet, am not trying to impress anyone Am going to be posting them with the copy rite and all So enjoy. HP Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.Become a member  Words wendy wept werewolf werewolves wert rhiannon Mar 2019 ALISON PARKER AND THE THREE KIND WEREWOLVES Once upon a time there was a brave girl called Alison Parker. She was on the way to see her m

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?

“What are you waiting for? Do you need a bedtime story?” I chew back a smile. Settle against the headrest. “Why? Do you have any?” “Me?” “No— Weres. Us, I guess.” “Sure, but they’re bleak. Humans and Vampyres coming for us if we nip our teachers too hard. The gods of nature toying with their beastly children. Cosmic horror— that kind of shit.” “Wow. Do children like them?” “I didn’t. Had nightmares about them for years.” I nod slowly. “That explains it.”

Today was going to be a good day, I was going to meet Janice my ex-neighbour for sex and because she was a breeder, she would fuck me without asking me why. It had started a month ago when a strange man had approached me explained that Janice was the once in a thousand years wolf called STEALER! A type of werewolf that can actually fuck with any body without mates or not.

“Two days. That’s all that is left, man. Do you want to catch Dracula or not?” Warren says. “Come tomorrow boy scout, we will have our plans ready,” Samuel says. “Now piss off,”. Warren Peace leaves feeling like he has gained something. Tomorrow, he will get to know their plans. The end of these creatures is at hand. “Are you planning to trust him?” Marcel asks. Bryan scoffs, “No way in hell the boss trust that man,”. “I am just wondering who I will kill first, him or you,”.

I mean, I don't believe in the paranormal which is why I hate watching any movie that has to do with Werewolfs or vampires. My younger brother was a fan of them and would refuse to watch any other thing but the sickly things. My name is Kimberly Johnson and I am officially turning 20 by this weekend. My best friend Cassandra threatened she was going to do something nasty on that day to commemorate it which had me scared since she said it, knowing the kind of person she is__very wild and untamed

Carrie POV We woke up early the next morning. We had enjoyed a delicious meal prepared by Randy’s staff. We had proposed going out, but Randy was adamant we stay low key until my father came to us. So, we had to play the waiting game which none of us were good at doing. This morning, we were going over strategies and then Randy was going to help me try to figure out what my other talent may be. I argued maybe I only had one, but Randy was adamant that was not possible. As he seemed to be the most informed about hybrid wolves, I took his word for it.

Hundreds of thousands of years later, Lycanthropes still roamed the earth, disguised as humans and could morph from man to monster at will. To look through the book and see detailed explanations of physical traits such as immense strength, one could be persuaded to believe that what the author was saying was true. If I believed in conspiracy theories, I might would have considered believing it myself. I sighed before closing the book. No matter how much I tried to distract myself with fairytales, I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to Cain. If I was honest with myself, I needed to focus on finding my grandfather for more than just the purpose of finding him. needed the distraction. Which