Red Nes Godzilla Creepypasta Novels & Stories

- Do you know what this is? - I can’t say for sure, - the owner of the forest spread his hands sympathetically, - some kind of parasite has clung to you. - Parasite? - Only fleas came to my mind, and, apparently, the goblin read something in my astonished look. - Ugh, you! Beast! From the world of Navi, a parasite, not a flea! - From the world of the dead? I nearly dropped my cup of tea from my hands. - But how?!

Finally reaching the castle, the slaves and Natalia were surprised by the abundant amount of Orcs that there was going around, and also of other strange and terrifying monsters, such as the giant rock colossus, the scarecrows, living armors, and the ghosts, who were screaming in surprise, although this was their way of communicating. "T-This… What kind of place is this?" asked Natalia, as her lips trembled in fear, she didn't seem to think that this was that big of an upgrade from the Mindflayer's spaceship… Please make sure to check out my other novels, I am sure that you will like them! My World Traveling System: The Harbinger of Death: A Story about a young man who is suddenly struck by l

“Let’s go.” They began to move, their footsteps echoing eerily in the desolate landscape. The air grew colder with every step, and the growling grew louder, more menacing. “Do you feel that?” Sasha whispered, her voice barely audible. Jaxon nodded grimly. “We’re being watched.” Suddenly, the growling stopped, replaced by a chilling silence. The three of them froze, their eyes darting around the shadows. And then it came. A massive creature emerged from the darkness, its body a twisted amalgamation of muscle and shadow, its glowing red eyes locked onto them. Its maw opened, revealing rows of jagged teeth, and it let out a deafening roar that made Sasha’s blood run cold.

The rule was simple—if you want to live in the jungle, you have to abide by the King of the Jungle, or you die. As I walk down the dark alley, after changing three cars to make sure that I lose the person following me, I finally managed to enter the building. It was dark, damp, reeking with the smell of old machine oils. A torchlight flashed, twice, from the top left corner of the room as I followed its direction. Stalking up the creaky, rusty stairs, I wrenched open the door and entered the room, which was finally well-lit. “You got the time for your old man, finally,” Dante commented sarcastically.

My mind slowly shutting down, and my thoughts drowning in a calming black, where I let it all go. I found myself back in the school hallways. Nathan–Belial–that...CREATURE...stood over me. The skin that once covered the muscles and bones was charcoal or completely gone. The fat that coated the skeleton left a pungent smell that strangled me as I coughed and gagged. I caught something moving in the corner of my eyes, alarmed I swiveled my head to stare at Jackson....Or...who was supposed to be Jackson. Blood dripped down his head from black horns that protruded his skull. Blue flames sparking up around him as he hissed. I looked back at Nathan, and to my horror, saw the rest of Nathan slowly

He was another computer program. The three-pupiled eye came out of the ocean. It broke the glass floor. It was a living creature. It looked like a mix of a whale and a computer. The little girl in Junes arms opened her eyes. They were not red anymore. They were gold. The girl whispered, "Sister, Mother is hungry." She pointed at the monster. The white door, in the sky started to turn black. The light was being sucked out of the universe. June asked Benson "If this is the world then why is it screaming?"

Their lack of devotion over the years—few ever visited his small, often empty church—stemmed from their unwavering faith in the River God, or rather, the arrogant and lecherous lizard they mistakenly revered. This neglect had left the Earth God without a proper dwelling, akin to a wandering spirit. Though he was due for his biannual decline, he now felt an invigorating surge of power. The Earth God carefully placed one end of the long red ribbon in Aria's hand and the other in Landon's. Two empty seats awaited Clyde and Warren. With a gentle nod, the Earth God then prompted them to begin their wedding vows. But as Landon started to speak, a violent surge of energy ripped through the Netherre

Or he could be thinking about something else. “Are you thinking about your mother ravishing you like a Godzilla?” Jai asked calmly to his friend beside him. Darrion looked at him strangely. “What’s a Godzilla?” “A ridiculous giant beast that no one knew how it even grew to that size or how the planet managed to hide that humongous creature within its layers for thousands of years unnoticed,” Jai answered immediately. Darrion blinked profusely, confused. “Is this one of your ramblings or a prophecy?”

The forest below was silent—not the peaceful silence of nature, but the silence of a place holding its breath. Nash swayed beside me. He was clutching the bone crutch so hard his knuckles were white. He looked at the landscape with the eyes of a man seeing a ghost. The colors were too bright for him after the monochrome of the Deadlands; they hurt his eyes. He flinched, looking away, overwhelmed by the sensory input of a world he had been erased from. "It's real," he whispered, his voice cracking. He sounded unconvinced, terrified that this, too, was a hallucination. "The colors... they're too loud."

The copper armor faded away. Maya and Julian were stranded atop a lone white page, floating in endless darkness. No walls, no doors, no hospital. Maya stared at her hand—the iron key glowed red-hot and scorched her skin. “She’s gone,” Julian whispered, scanning the black void. “The Author’s gone. Who’s writing us now?” Maya looked down. New words were appearing on the white page, not blue or gold—but deep, bloody red. > “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.”