Silver Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

A skinny little girl could be seen in the middle of the commotion, she was chained by her body hands/ waist/ neck/ by golden huge chains. A confused and invisible Taika was rooted in the air watching the all commotion from the start and couldn't help but feel the familiar strange feeling the place brought to her, like she been here before. The strange dimensions was eeire and was that of a chilly autumn breeze, The most creepy thing about the place was how the golden chains was growing bigger like it's was absolving life for the little girl who was now a full grown woman.

The parasitic body made the girl frown and wise enough to keep her distance from him. While she looked for her mate, the creepers blocked the way from the opposite side. The guy was nowhere to be found. Did he escape? It is quite possible as before, survivors leave a bet behind to escape such conditions. “Motherfucker!!!” she cursed inside her head. The level 2 creeper jumped out of the crowd and stood a few meters away from the little survivor. She wasn’t ready and the poisonous tail swept the floor, throwing her into a random jewelry showroom.

The second session has ended, and as I'm leaving the classroom, Lucas, still seated, is encircled by Toby, Jones, and Max, also swim team members. He's showing them something on his phone. They're engrossed in whatever they're watching, appearing to enjoy it because of the satisfied smile on their faces. Lucas catches me staring. "Nate, come here; you have to see this," he says. I'm curious to know what they're watching, so I go over to them, and I'm stunned to see an explicit video of Lucas receiving oral sex from a girl.

Her body trembled as a wave of panic surged through her. Suddenly, her skin began to crawl, literally. She gasped, clutching at her back, the spot where the mark had been made. It felt like something moved under her skin, like tiny, invisible tendrils were twisting beneath the surface. Cold fingers. Crawling. “Stop…” she whispered, her voice breaking. The whispers grew louder, more insistent. “YOU SHOULD SCREAM” “BURN IT DOWN.” “HE'LL NEVER SAVE YOU.”

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

the same settings and the same dream, looks like I did book it for two nights in a raw , lucky me , exclusively , and now the brown crawlers are holding me tighter, tighter than ever and starting to grab me down , beneath the ocean's dark surface , I can't escape their grip , my head barely above the surface and the small breaking waves hitting my face , my body all being gripped from all my four extremities, I took my last breath, before sinking down , and I sank in it deeper and deeper , leaving a rope of my last breath bubbles, I watched it going up and escaping while I can't escape , I am resisting and struggling but it is no use anymore I am just close to it I can feel it , behind me ,

This was one sick man. My buttons came undone and I was bared to him as grubby fingers sought out my bra-clad breasts. He squeezed, hard. “You are exquisite.” He groaned softly. I began to thrash around helplessly, a fresh wave of desperation washing over me, fueling my zeal for survival. Filling my lungs with air, I let out a blood-curdling scream. “HELP MEEEEE!!! SOMEBODY HELPPPP!!!” Creepy guy chuckled darkly. “Yes, that’s it. Cry out for help. Cry out as much as you want, there’s no one coming to save you.”

“Now you’ll let me in.” And then the threads scream. ⸻ Kael The sound rips through the void like glass eating itself. Threads convulse, jerking toward the thing like worms on hooks. They’re bleeding light now—thick, molten gold that drips into the black and vanishes like it was never real. And from that black, something crawls out.

I can’t just stand and watch this. I step back from the door and grab my phone. My hand trembles as the screen lights up. I type: immortal beings myths, then Elaria supernatural stories. Search results pile up—cheap blog posts, conspiracy forums, old news snippets. It all feels fuzzy, not making sense. But one word keeps popping up: werewolf.