Red Nes Godzilla Creepypasta Novels & Stories

When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling again louder. "Help please help!" The woman yelled . I rushed into the basement to see who she was but the basement had no any source of light, it was full of darkness. "Who's here!" I screamed but nobody answered. "Anybody here?!" I screamed again but still nobody replied. The basement was kinda creepy and the absence of light made it creepier. "Alright there is nobody here " i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

The blood monster smiled, sensing the power within its body; it hadn’t expected its god to grant it such immense power. “This is the majesty of my god! You lowly creatures will never understand how great my god is!” the massive monster declared with fervor. Da Hongli looked deep into the blood monster’s body; between its breasts was a blood-red crystal sphere. And that blood-red crystal seemed to contain a small creature within it; though not entirely clear, the color of the creature’s spirit inside the crystal confirmed it was no ordinary being.

I hear a stomach-turning and sickening tear as the wolves yelp. ‘Nate, steady now; I won’t hurt you. You feel this spot here; it’s a weak spot that the Moon Goddess did not foresee. If you hold your hand like so and thrust your hands into this spot, you will break through the skin and into a wolf's throat. If you grip the part that feels like rubber on your entry, pull back with all your might, and you will literally rip the throat and tongue of the wolf out through this spot. It’s a guaranteed death and a guaranteed win’. Jasper’s words from the other night repeat through my mind as I act out his described motion, highlighting the targeted spot-on Nate’s own throat.

Nora I was trembling with terror while staring at his red eyes, he was thrice my size and the way he glared at me made it known that this was my last day on earth. Tendons stood out on my neck as I blinked rapidly, hoping this could turn out to be my imagination. Rumors had it that there was a monster in this pack that had lived for more than a century and although we all thought it was just midnight tales, it turned out to be true.

He then retreated, and Laura turned to him. "Ned, look at this. What is it? It feels like a liquid, but I'm not sure what it is." The scroll depicted the liquid clearly, but they couldn't identify what it was. As Ned looked at the liquid, fragments of memories flashed through his mind, triggering a deep memory that caused his eyes to turn blood-red. It seemed as if some kind of memory deep within him had been suddenly awakened. After a moment, his eyes began to glow with a red light.

A ghost story from the twenty-one days. "What did the boy say?" Zane asked, his voice dropping into the deadly, quiet register of the Long Carrier. "He said there were forty sleeping giants," Elias whispered. "He said their throats were carved with spirals. And he said there were exactly ten thousand black teeth sitting in wooden boxes beside them." I grabbed the porch railing. The wood dug into my palms. Rifled barrels. Ten thousand rounds of ammunition. "How?" I breathed. "Does he have the deep sight? Is he reading my old memories in the grid?"

Several Elves were tying up the sleeping vampire warriors and hauling them out to a dungeon. Suddenly, the ground shook, it felt like an earthquake, and one that made everything fall around it. The air had a putrid smell like barf mixed with feces. I look over at Nicolas, who mind links me, saying, "Oh Crap! Trolls and Goblins”

“You were nothing more than a low-life servant!” “AGH!” Ras cries as he falls to the ground, bleeding. The Gods have taken his powers. He is not going to heal. He is nothing but a human now. “What is going on?” Alexei whispers. Did they just see the Gods killing off Ras? In a slow motion, several hands grab the circle and something emerges from it. A giant, spider-like creature crawls out of the circle. It has hundreds of heads meshed into one body, its limbs like pedipalps, crawling and squirming. The creature is larger than the mountains, the faces of the many Gods looking down at the army below.

The man shouted in my face, “YOU B*TCH! I WILL KILL YOU!” I grimaced as his saliva sprayed onto my face, prompting me to quickly move my head sideways. It was then that I noticed his eyes glowing gold, mirroring the other man who was wiping blood from his mouth. The manifestation of the beast's genes was evident. I gripped the man's hand, feeling the chokehold tighten, contemplating the summoning of my own beast—Nasya, who clawed within my mind, eager to take control. Just as I was about to give in to the primal urge, the familiar scent of sandalwood wafted in. My eyes snapped to the door, which swung open, revealing Nicholas himself. His gaze zeroed in on me, trailing down my body. A moment