Red Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Phil was excited as he wanted to know what the contents of the mysterious pages were. Phil took the stack of bond paper and proceeded to read it while Samantha was beside him waiting to finish reading it. The paper talks about the things Phil needed, more information about the abyss, and the miasma. It talked about how the miasma is supposed to be the blood from a godlike creature imprisoned in the farthest depth of the abyss and how it corrupted its surroundings creating nightmarish creatures. Phil was a little disappointed at first because the information might be interesting it was no use for him right now until he read the third page.

The colleague beside me asked her, “How do you know that?” Yvette smiled faintly and answered bluntly, “I never had the chance to mention it before. I am actually a corpse whisperer. I can sense the spiritual world, hear the whispers of the dead, and know what they went through in life.” In an instant, the world spun around me, and my vision went black. The scene was exactly the same as in my previous life. From that day onward, Yvette’s identity as a corpse whisperer spread like wildfire. She became a sensation.

It was better I start over again as a new being and at a new place. It deserves to be the beginning of newer, better, and greater things. ….....The END……. CATCH MORE OF BELLA AND ADONIS IN THE VAMPIRE'S WALLFLOWER (BOOK 2). Book 2 will soon be uploaded as the next chapters to come. Kindly hold on for two to three days because it is undergoing editing. Author”s email contact: Musaanastasia5@g***l.com I*******m Page: M.asya97 If you want the paperback version of this book, kindly contact me.

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.

Her whole body is very hot while she also could not stop releasing a series of growls and gasps that caused her throat to dry completely. Consecutively, she does swallow afterward. But after that, she once again felt Jason's lips gave a very delicious sucking on her femininity so she moaned again. Just a few moments and suppressed screams are about to escape her mouth. But she knew she had to hold back. So she decided to reach for her extra pillow and then cover her face with it and there she let out the loud and sharp screams that she had been enduring to release. "Oh god! Hmmm ... Shit! Jason, it's so good!" he said removing the pillow from her face then with trembling hands grab the young

It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten. “What are this?!” Node asked just as Peirce looked at his sides in awe. “I know a little knowledge about them. They’re called creepers, strange yet common beings infesting the Nymphs Kingdom as we speak, but this is weird, what are they doing in this part of the region?... Hmmm. Frankenstein with his ambition.” “Now do you still believe her? She’s luring us to a trap, maybe a push-button somewhere will do in opening up

It was a low, masculine groan that vibrated in the very air of the room. It was Caleb. She knew his voice as well as she knew her own name. She had spent years memorizing every inflection, every growl, and every rare laugh. The wall to her left pulsed with a steady, heavy rhythm. There it was again. A sound caught between a growl and a curse. Lena bit her lip so hard she tasted copper. Her thighs clenched instinctively under the guest room sheets, her body reacting to the sound before her mind could even process the reality of it. The air in the small room was suddenly too hot, thick with the leftover scent of her own perfume and the lime from the tequila shots.

-Hello," someone spoke. It was a slow voice, full of whispers. It was more of a whisper. -Who are you? -I went deeper. In the curtains of the bathroom, in the bathtub, there was a black shadow. So I guessed that's where the creepy thing was. When the woman's fingers grabbed the curtain and began to pull it back, my skin crawled all over. Her hand was completely rotten and her nails were broken and long. I stepped back because the truth was already scaring me. -What are you looking for here? -I asked in a whisper. -I want... a soul.

I close my eyes tightly and open them up again in hopes of finding myself back in my room, but hope isn't for someone like me. All too familiarly and startling, my back meets a dead end, colliding with a wall and misery all at once. Dylan's lips curve into a creepy smile, revealing brown crooked teeth and just then, they all jump at me, clawing at whatever skin their decaying hands could reach. The all too familiar smell of my blood fills my nostrils and yet again, my infamous screams, pleading for help that would never come my way, hurts my throat.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.