Silver Creepypasta Novels & Stories

To my horror, his footsteps near and I quickly close my eyes not wanting to see anything else, but to my dismay, he grabs my arm dragging me out from under the table, his cheek is still a little red from my slap but his eyes are molten gold, fuelled by rage. “What the hell was that?” he snarls, “They’re Crawlers, creatures who are deadlier than you think, and you should get checked because it’s only going to get worse,” I say quietly, daring not to look down and hope neither does he. “I mean, what the hell did you fucking pull?!” he growls, yanking me closer and I shriek, feeling my breasts hit his chest and I think my tummy touched something. My heart pounds as an odd feeling rushes through

As soon as I step back out, I mark the entrance with an X and move on. Heading back in the direction we came from, I gasp when I hear the sound of scurrying feet. I’m not the kind of person who is usually scared of bugs or creepy crawlies, but the sound is so loud that I freak out and flatten my back against the wall. When Sahara and Marael kidnapped us last year, they took us to a mountain range in hell, where we saw many horrifying creatures. There were a few that, up to now, I hope I never have to see again. One of the ones that creeped me out the most were these little demonic-looking insects that looked like large centipedes. The sounds emitting around me sound like those creatures. Try

Maggots called on the puddles, and it was such a terrible sight that Sylvie almost threw up on the spot. If a veteran tomb explorer would feel sick about that, one could imagine how creepy the monster was. However, creepiness aside, it stood no chance against Frank—all he had to do was point at it, and it blew up. A scroll within flew out, and Frank pulled it toward himself with telekinesis and opened it.

she then cackles. The earth begins to tremble and crack, a dark slime rises from below, oozing out and the scent is horrific, a gust of snow comes through and the Wards step out into the chaos as our kind scrambles trying to get away from the slime. “NO! This can not be happening!” “hahahaha! The soul tar pit is open! Come to claim the souls of the living! Ahhhhhh!” she screams “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Piper has stuck a claw into her chest and is slowly pulling what look likes a black thread from within her, she thrashes around trying to get away and the Wards move closer and make ready one the boxes given to them by Tabitha.

He gritted his teeth, realizing too late that it was some kind of magic ritual she’d been performing. Tiny crabs scuttled out from between her legs, reminding him of the ones he’d seen with the second victim. Her victim. Gildeon recoiled slightly. It had been a while since he’d seen something this unsettling. The crabs piled on top of one another like a swarm. There was a metallic snap and scrape of their shells. He watched as they moved with eerie intent, about to form something terrible.

Al said. "And what are they?" Serena asked. "Arachnes are supernatural creatures who have abilities similar to those of spiders." Al answer. "Correct Al, who else." Another male student raised up his hand. "Yes James." "We have the Crocotta creatures." "And what are they?" Serena asked. "Crocottas can mimic any person's voice to lure their victims out so they can feed. They feed on souls." James answered correctly. "Very good James, who else again?" This time around, a girl raised up her hand.

The spooky sounds around us are making me more and more scared and the straw that breaks the camel's back of my hysteria is when I feel something crawling up my leg and I look down. It's a spider. I scream with dread moving like crazy trying to get it off me, starting to cry because I can't take this shit anymore. This kind of life is not for me, it’s the complete opposite of everything I like and enjoy. All this nature, the loneliness, the darkness, the insects, the ghosts of the woods. Why is this happening to me, Mother? Do you really hate me that much? I go back to my makeshift bed to continue crying, but I can't stop feeling that there are insects in the blankets or ghosts on my back.

The creepiest part was that there was a faint red glow in its dark eye sockets, making it seem extremely creepy. Luna could not help but grab Alex’s hand. Her palm was slightly sweating as she said, “Don’t be afraid, isn’t this just a dead skeletal ghost? My sister is an expert ghost hunter, and I’ve seen this kind of thing many times.” Alex could feel the sweat in her palm. He said, “Don’t shake your hand when you speak. Otherwise, it will betray your inner fear.” “My fear? You really know how to spew nonsense!” Luna took out the Sky-Devil Zither from her mind palace and was ready to attack.

The chapel floor was now a slick, glistening mess. Rivers of Selene Ravencrest’s girl-cum had flooded the entire pentagram, turning the crimson salt lines dark and shiny. The air hung heavy with the thick, sweet scent of female arousal mixed with brimstone and sex. Selene lay collapsed on her hands and knees in the center, coughing and gasping, her face a ruined masterpiece of tears, drool, and glowing violet precum. Her pussy continued to twitch and leak weak squirts into the growing puddle beneath her.

Mutated creatures — no longer recognizable as students or staff — began crawling from the walls and ceiling, drawn by the scent of living supernaturals. Worse, Serena’s eyes glowed with another vision: “They’re adapting… and they’re hunting us specifically now.”