Smile Dog Story Creepypasta Novels & Stories

- Dessa "don't belittle me I know now how to use the enchantment!"- John Carl "Just let him be"- Bobby as the mutated dog is sleeping slowly we surround it and wait for the perfect moment to attack I told my self that today ill make them see that I'm a veteran zombie killer but when we are near to the mutated dog, I was tripped by the rock! "waaa!"- John Carl *kisshhhi!* and because of this, the Mutated Dog has been waking up!

, the blue doggy shouted again. "Dont...pushh...mee..." "Don't you dare puke at me", the stranger scrunched up his nose. No I will not..but I can't hold it anymore. With that I emptied the content in blue doggy's shoulder turning to its side... Shoulder??? With that my mind fell into deep sleep!! Love ❤️❤️ moniagnes

"Come on spit it out dirty dog." His eyes flashed with amusement, his hair a wet mess curling on his forehead. Why did such a disgusting creature have to be so beautiful? "Spit out what?" He asked, lips curling into a teasing grin. My eyes narrowed as I waved my hand at his face. "Why such faces? They are creeping me out." I huffed. He rolled his eyes and chuckle. "Am I forbidden to smile?" I glared at his smiling face, my fingers curling into a fist at my sides. "Why don't you just drown you blasted dog!" I snarl, irritated beyond imagination. Not only did he intrigue me but his smile left a warm fluttering feeling in my stomach.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he made his way over to his desk. "W-Why was s-she out there?" I asked. Master leaned back against the desk so he was almost sitting on it, placing the leash down in the process. "It's a stupid thing that some vampires do when their pet has misbehaved or they decide that they don't want them anymore." My eyes widened

It is the brutal enforcer I always called Creepier. Without letting my brain think, I yank Lestat's massive arm and pull him straight through the nearest doorway, praying to the Moon Mother that Creepier didn't catch the silver reflection of my hair. "Welcome, travelers! Are you here to seal your marriage certificate before the moon sets?" An older female wolf smiles sweetly at us from behind a heavy stone counter. Her short, bleached fur-hair falls around a soft, round face with bright rosy cheeks. "Did your pack already submit the blood-forms online?"

That seemed to amuse the old woman if not delight her and she let out a bark of laughter, moving back to the seat she had been sat in moments before and gestured to both younger women to sit as well. "Open the window," Dagmar motioned to her niece as she pulled a packet of cigarettes from the pocket of her grey cardigan and fished a cigarette out. "Might as well get comfortable, this might be a long story." "Story is one way to describe it." Ursula grumbled as she reluctantly opened the window to let cool winter air in. "It's a myth that werewolves used to tell their pups at bed time." "But don't all myths come from some kind of truth to begin with?" Chloe asked curiously.

Esmeralda To say that I was flabbergasted wasn't enough to justify my feelings as my sight greeted three pups chatting and arguing with each other. That they didn't smell my presence nor Selene's presence was the height of it. The height of negligence! A smile forced its way through Madam Dora's shocked face, "You see, they are chatting with each other. That is nice," Her face might have forcefully brightened up with a smile, but her thinned lips and scrunched nose didn't fail to show how disgusted she was.

"It's time you understood what that means." . He reached for me. I stepped back. My legs hit the bed, and I realized with a jolt of terror that I had nowhere left to go. Blair smiled. It wasn't a kind smile. It was the smile of a wolf who had finally cornered its prey. He reached for me. I took a step back. My legs hit the bed, and I realized with fear that I had nowhere else to go. Blair smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. The smile was that of a wolf who had successfully trapped its victim. "No more running, little mate," he stated. "No more hiding." He lunged. I yelled. The boom echoed throughout the little hut, swallowed by the uninterested forest outside.

I whispered, I was usually not easily scared but the fact that someone would even take time off their schedule to text me and come to my house was creepy “What happened?” she asked “It started with a text message a few weeks back asking to be my friend and then after that it was messages every night, every night except recently. I thought it was Tom because he is the most obvious creep and I thought it was cute, but he says it wasn’t him. This person asked me never to discuss anything we discuss face to face with him and because I thought it was Tom being shy I complied, he pretended to be Tom and I fell for it. But Friday night and yesterday was different, there was a wolf stalking me right

"Let go of me!” ‎”Where’s the dog?” I demanded . ‎”The courtyard!” she screamed. “It killed three people already. It’s a freaking zombie dog!” ‎She yanked free and kept running. ‎A zombie? That couldn’t be right. The dog wasn’t a zombie when I rescued it. It was weak, starving, but it was alive. Normal. It had eaten from my hand. It had rested its head on my lap and looked at me with those sad, doggy eyes.