Red Angel Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I got closer to the cabin, and just like in a trance, meandered fastly through the cabin, moving through the walls into a well structured facility and into a hallway that had one door to a room. I heard screeching screaming of a woman, as if she was in the pangs of birth, and the door to the room opened, and before me stood the mysterious grey eyed vampire, with an evil glint in his eyes, and his hands covered in blood. I immediately opened my eyes to find Ariel staring at me, still holding my folded palm. " I know who took her, it was Harrell, Dr Harrell, he took her, he's gonna kill her!".......................

They all stopped meowing at once. The place that was filled with hellish crying earlier suddenly became dead silent. The huge contrast was tough to get used to. “Did… Did something come out from the blood pool?” Maya asked with a tone of uncertainty. Alex nodded. “Yes!” “Is there really something? What is it?” Anna asked. “It’s a female ghost! I thought Mr. Hanson was a more humane member of the Blood Cult who only used cat blood but not human blood. It seems like I overestimated him. Quite a number of people had died in this blood pool!” Alex said.

“Mother, about nine miles to the southeast of the tomb, there’s a field of red spider lilies. Pick 99 of them and put them on the ice coffin. 49 days later, come back with the python emblem. “If the red spider lilies are still alive then, you may bring me home, Mother. If the red spider lilies wither, you must remember, Mother, to never bring me home. Otherwise, there’ll be an ominous omen.” Angeline listened and nodded to each of his statements. At this moment, the boy waved his sleeves and Angeline suddenly felt her body fly into the air. She passed through a stone wall. After a flash of white light, she fell into a state of drowsiness. When she woke up, Angeline realized that she was lyin

“While my daughter remembers being seven years old and promising you forever under these same ghosts?” He drove into her slick, cum-filled pussy in one savage thrust, stretching her wide. Elara moaned sharply as he fucked her hard and deep against the pillar, the wet, filthy squelching of his cock stirring the creamy mess inside her echoing in the small space. The ghosts of the Bound Spirits hovered around them, translucent faces watching with luminous hunger.

Astra said as she stuck her head from behind the curtain. “That’s just it; no one was there, but I recognize the voice,” Angelica stated as she began to explain. “I have had the same nightmare for years now. I am running in the woods from someone, and I end up in a clearing with a marble mausoleum. The doors open up, and a man is lying inside it a marble coffin wrapped in chains. The chained disappear and the lid slides off. I reach down to touch him and grabs me. He said my name and that I need to free him. Then I wake up. He had fangs; now that I think about it, he may have been a vampire..” “Hold on,” Astra said as she pulled back the shower curtain, fully dressed. She ran to the sitting

She tried to escape but the lightning caught her, wrapped her, welded her to the air itself. I screamed too, but not in pain. In fury. In love. In a rage so pure it made me see colors that didn’t exist. The lightning bubbled angrily and the color turned to red. “Fucking hellhound blood!” Angelica hissed as she struggled against the hold my powers had on her. “You don’t have the power to destroy me. This is far from over!” She bit her bottom lip, making blood spill out from it. I watched as the blood grew and surrounded her before she vanished.

Then I feel myself being carried, the scent of dirt and grass make me want to weep for joy. "Help," Angelic calls out, stumbling. "Brene needs help." I force my eyes open. It's daylight here in the graveyard and her flesh is sizzling, smoking. I try to push away from her so she can get into shade or something, but my efforts don't do anything. Headmistress Decan rushes forward. "Let me have her. What happened?" "Leyline trap. Wraiths." Angelic hands me over. "Her magic was under a binding spell, some of it spilled out and-"

Helena’s glowed soft green. Healing magic. The freed cult victims showed grays. Still tainted. And Aldric’s tent… “Do you see it?” Erica asked. I did. Oh, I did. Aldric’s aura had layers. On the surface: gold. Loyalty. Family. Purpose. But underneath, faint and hidden, something else pulsed. Dark red. Almost black. Hungry. Exactly like Seraphine’s had been. “Moon Goddess,” I breathed. Erica let go.

I want to be a part of it, and it makes me feel sick, but it also turns me on. Until the slug-like demon slides across the floor towards her, and she starts screaming hysterically as it gets close to her. I feel sick for her as the Fallen Angel moves, so the creepy thing can touch her. I can only stare in horror as it reaches its stubby hand and runs it up her silky thigh. My beautiful mate screams again and then falls unconscious in the arms of my enemy. When he swings her into his arms and carries her into another room, and then the red mist descends.

The white dress dissolved into the crimson flow, becoming liquid, becoming blood, becoming the physical manifestation of the moon that poured through the chapel’s absent roof. The demons rose from their knees, their faces tilting upward, their slitted pupils reflecting the light that now emanated from Elara herself, that poured from her eyes and her mouth and her fingertips in waves that made the air visible, that made reality shiver like water disturbed by a stone.