Red Nes Godzilla Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Xu Gu and Yu Yifeng held up the rear to stop the never-ending flow of Nether Spirits charging in. The high-pitched hissing and screeching instantly filled the entire tunnel, causing everyone's scalp to feel numb. The tens of thousands of Nether Spirits appeared to fear nothing. The moment one wave was eradicated, another wave would surge up in an endless fashion. Perhaps even a Nirvana Realm expert would find this endless supply of vicious spirits difficult to deal with.

“Tell her we’re safe and not to come out no matter what.” Maya texted quickly: "We’re okay. Don’t leave your dorm. We’re in Graham’s lab." A second later, Lena replied: "YOU’RE WHAT?! Are you crazy?? Be careful. Everyone says the security team saw red eyes." Maya’s mouth went dry. “Red eyes.” Graham looked up from the drone, concern flickering in his expression. “That’s not normal. Not even for a wolf that lost control. Red means…” “…possessed,” Lucas finished grimly.

He raised his hand to the knob, but immediately he touched the glass, he got electrocuted, and he fell on the stairs, rolling back to the ground. He stayed unconscious for three minutes, and when he finally opened his eyes, he couldn't stand... "Why act like you don't know the rules here? No one gets inside!, and if you have a request, meet in the neon room or special room!" Godzilla's voice came from an unknown source. "I'm...I'm.. sorry... boss" Shark muttered weakly. "Get to the neon room in ten minutes" Godzilla said. •••

But the men who holding her did not spare her freedom to get closer to her sister who was still on the ground. "I'm Treznor Morgue! The night terror of the passed decades. And I'm here to spread nightmare to all of you. Fifteen second from now and the new beast will be created! Hahahah!" Treznor shouted and the people who could heard that terrifying news were looked at each other and they did not know how to react when the young girl from recently suddenly twitched again hardly on the ground. The blood veins were puffing out that seemed like it going to burst anytime soon. It turned greenish and there was a possibilities that even her blood would turn as green as well.

At first, it was a peaceful sleep… a dreamless one in fact, but Natalie soon became restless, tossing and turning, still stuck in the clutches of deep sleep, only… It wasn’t peaceful anymore. Someone was standing over her bed, watching her as she slept. Natalie could see him, and he stared right back into her sea-blue depths. No, it wasn’t a person? It was a monster! The creature that stood before Natalie seemed human but looked nothing like it. It had hideous, fiery red eyes and a faceless face… its body flowed seamlessly, like it was made from black gases. Natalie tried to scream, she tried to thrash or fight at the very least, but it seemed she had been frozen –whether from fear or by a s

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

​Nora stood in her dressing room, staring at a gown made of spun gold and crushed ink. ​Suddenly, the mirror in front of her didn't reflect her own face. It reflected the Obsidian Stylus, sitting on her vanity. But the stylus wasn't black anymore. It was Glowing Red. ​A message appeared on the glass, written in Kael Davis’s messy, "God of War" scrawl: ​[LIQUIDATE THE ESTATE. THE CO-WRITER ISN'T THE BOSS. THE READERS ARE THE DEBT. BURN THE SCRIPT OR LOSE THE SON.]

Legend has it that they were the first wolves to travel the Earth, and that they had incredible powers conferred on them by the Goddess of the Moon herself. Walking to the large dark brown doors, I noticed all the sculptures they contained. It looked like a group of wolves screaming at the moon. The doors opened squeaking and we all entered. The room was large, the ceilings were high and there was a large podium in the middle where they were all sitting. They were all dressed in elegant dresses, but none of them seemed to be more than thirty years old. Fortunately, they all smiled brightly, which helped to calm my nerves slightly. They started conversing with my brothers while I stood on my

VIOLET-PROTOCOL ACTIVE. The ship’s speakers didn't play an alarm; they played a heartbeat. A slow, heavy, violet heartbeat that resonated with the "Grit" in my blood. On the screens that hadn't shattered, I saw the first casualties. In the "Scrapper Slums," the neon signs didn't just go out—they turned purple. The people standing in the streets didn't fall; they stood perfectly still, their eyes glowing with that same, terrifying violet light. "He's not killing them," I whispered, horror rising in my throat. "He's linking them. He’s turning the entire population of Lagos into a multi-processor for the Violet God. He’s building a hive-mind."

It feels like just by talking or thinking about it I feel that chills in my body. “Riri, tell me what is going on. You are not like this before and it is making me nervous.” Lana said. “Lana, do you have any news if the gods caught the black goddess and if she is already being punished? I feel so weird and ominous. I keep on dreaming… no. I am having this nightmare about the black goddess. When I was in the normal world, I keep on dreaming of the black goddess controlling me again and I see blood all over me and around me. I killed everyone and I enjoyed doing it.”