The Creeper Man Dawn Kurtagich Novels & Stories

Clutching onto my chest, I fell on the ground again. I could barely breathe. The pain in my chest was unbearable. Yet, no one had mercy on me. The man who walked up to me, sat on a chair right in front of me and leaned closer. "I am Alpha Oliver Cougar. And this is the Dark Crescent Moon pack. Now that you know where you are, do you submit to me or not?" Alpha Cougar's question left me surprised for a moment.

When the breeze caressed my skin and the sun warmed my nose, I actually felt a small sense of joy. The helicopter landed in the field at midday, the propellers spinning until they finally came to a standstill. I eyed the black chopper and wondered if I could figure out how to operate it. If I had access to the internet, I could teach myself in a few months, but Crewe made sure I couldn’t access anything. That bastard. One of his henchman, Dunbar, approached me at the cliff, wearing black jeans with a gun on his hip. I didn’t trust him. He was unpredictable and impossible to read. I could get a reading on Crewe’s emotions, but this guy wore a mask.

But the pain didn’t exist there, moreover her hands were placed at the center of her chest between her heart and mana core. Her body started to transform, turning into an inhuman monster that was described by rumors as the “Mist Creeper” a being that could not be defeated with just blade and magic. The Mist Creeper was notorious for devouring adventurers and removing their sanity. But it was supposedly only rumors told by adventurers to look better or to give themselves something to boast about, up until they saw the real thing. Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu.

Not only were the creatures beginning to reach the surface, up on the mountain, the Vampire waited. Daunator was standing directly in a moonbeam, his black cloak almost shimmering through the darkness, his pale face translucent. He’d grown himself so that he was at least eight feet tall, and his arms were spread out like wings. Even from this distance, I could see the evil smile he wore. Aaron was trying to get Cadence to fall to the back, though I was sure he knew that we couldn’t avoid the battle now. He was trying to protect her. “I’ll go get Christian, but you need to get out of here,” he was saying to her.

No, not now! ‘Sha…za…sha…’ the deep menacing sound that never makes sense begins to get louder and suddenly I’m in that dreaded crypt once again. The tall shadowed being in the corner writes something on the wall with his long knife-like claw. A crawler, but not just any crawler… there’s something far more terrifying about him than any other crawler… There’s not as much smoke around him, he’s taller… stronger… This is their leader, and he’s the one who’s coming for me.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

What was important was the pleasure that drowned them. Xurden knew how transactions worked there. That’s why they looked for the man who works under the magician while standing on the side. He found the man easily because of his purple hair, even though the lights were turning on and off. That man was pushing his ass to the crotch of a muscular man. With a wave of his hand, Xurden directed his assistant. He hated that kind of place because it reeked of human desire. But he didn’t have a choice. Marco listened to him without a word and went to the dance floor. His assistant slipped through the people dancing and reached the curator.

They scrambled by to try and barge through the already crowded staircases, only adding to the human wall the Creations eyed off. “You right down there?” someone called from the stampede and lowered a hand towards me “they can still find you, you know.” “I wasn’t trying to hide from them” I grumbled back but accepted the help, peering up at my savour. The man was young, with a clean-shaven head and pale skin carved with scars. His white shorts and black and white buckled boots were the only items of clothing he wore. The twisted, gouged mess of his body was on show, but the man didn’t seem to mind. His bronze eyes were locked onto the blocked exits while he held his chin in thought. His blink

While I was still on the ground struggling with my inner dilemma, The Creepy Thin Man walked over to a table and poured two drinks. “Maybe a drink will ease your mind?” He held out a glass to me and took a sip from the second. I slowly got to my feet and approached him drawing out my movements as much as possible. I took the glass and couldn’t help but notice I was trembling. The liquid was bitter and brown, but I down the whole thing like a shot. I was definitely going to need some liquid courage if I was going to make it through the rest of my night. “Another glass of that and you might even enjoy tonight. I am Sir Alekzander Duggar, but in our private company, I would like you to call me

He didn’t need help and he didn’t interfere with people’s troubles. Tyler confronted them face to face outside the library. Kyra, who had just arrived, was also there. They were looking at the man next to him in a black suit that looked like a bodyguard watching TV. The man looked at them and so did they. Dark turned to Tyler. “Do they see me?” Dark asked, confused. “Yeah, they see you,” said Tyler. Tyler looked at the hunters. “Guys, he’s Dark, he’s a reaper.”