The Creeper Man Dawn Kurtagich Novels & Stories

He didn't know what the man bugging him deal was, and he could have shoved him if he was someone his size. Trevor contemplated what would happen if he told him off. Perhaps, he would receive a heavy blow on his cheeks, and then maybe he'd strangle him for talking back. "Yay or nay?" Trevor bit his tongue to stop himself from yelling, 'Bug off.' Because he was sure what he had thought of would happen to him. Luckily, another man, twice the size of the one in front of him, walked up to them. He had tattoos all over his body, and his face was set in a permanent grimace. His lips were twisted down like he had taken something bitter before coming to the bar and his eyes narrowed.

She stopped breathing. The left side of the woman’s face was no longer human. The eye socket was a hollow, pitch-black void. From that darkness, a thick, pale worm slowly wriggled out, its glistening body twisting as it emerged. Another followed. Then another. Soon, a grotesque procession of worms poured from the empty socket, crawling over her cheek and down her neck.

Taylor would be forever known by his enemies as The Hostile Tsunami Man. *** Three months passed. A group of Echidna scientists conducted a new experiment in a dark underground bunker. The scenery was filled with large containers that each housed a lifeless corpse suspended in pink chemicals. The scientists approached a malnourished man sitting helplessly against his will. “When can I see my daughter?” Curtis sobbed as he sat across a container labeled Sphyrna that was laid horizontally from him with his wheelchair chained to the ground. “Patience, Mr. Gates,” one of the scientists said and placed his hands on Curtis’s shoulders, much to the paraplegic’s dismay.

Moreover… In front of the four Rank 7 zombies, stood an unfathomable human being—No! This was no human, it was an unfathomable Dark Race creature. Only the Dark Race could control zombies. Moreover, these were four Rank 7 zombies. They had no idea just how strong this Dark Race was. While the Kutcher Squad was getting ready to flee for their lives, Lucas York activated his Hundred Heavenly Steps and instantly vanished on the spot. When he reappeared, he appeared before the ten people of the Kutcher Squad. “Ah!” When the members of the Kutcher Squad saw him, they screamed in horror. Then, as if they had been possessed by demons, they all collapsed to the ground.

“You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.” In a flash, the Reaper closed the distance. One cold hand touched Clark’s chest. Clark gasped. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. His body jerked once—twice—and then fell to the floor, lifeless. Silence. The Reaper turned to me. Blood rushed in my ears, too loud to hear whatever he said—if he said anything at all. My body gave in to the darkness. And I collapsed. Cullen’s POV The man’s body dropped like a stone. Soul ripped. Breath silenced.

Kyle said to the man. "You are welcome. Zack Zanders of the Red moon pack. I am Kronoks Moon, alpha of the Hidden crest pack." The man said. He was just as tall as I am. He looked Caucasian and had a mass of thick, rich, black hair. He had this ancient Greece beauty. "Thank you, Kronoks Moon. It is my pleasure to meet you for the first time." I replied. "Please, this way so you can be comfortable as we discuss things." He said as he gestured towards a room. One of my men followed me.

him. *** " I am not interested in being a charmer in their eyes. I don't live to impress the background when I am itself the light. I am cruel, I am callous. I am the very man who makes even the devil shiver in fright. I am Zander King. The very administrator or wrong and right. " I yelped out of the cold waters to look at the man in front of me in horror. My breathing is rugged and eyes teary. Clinging onto his toned body for support, I didn't care if I was spitting into the water. I just wanted to breathe.

How pathetic. Soon footsteps echoed as a man with a huge body build descended the stairs. A dark aura rolled off him. I couldn’t resist the urge to look up and that was the biggest fucking mistake I had ever made. My body froze and started shaking violently. The loud banging of my heart echoed around the basement. Dun…... Duncan? The man approaching me in a pair of black shorts and no shirt had a devilishly handsome face but three long claw marks on the left side of his face gave him a dangerous creepy look.

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

Creed summoned one of his Soul-Radix Clones and decided to back off and let his clone take over for a while. Creed made his clone run 100 meters away from the current location and swapped positions with him. 100 meters was enough of a distance to keep an eye on the fight as well as maintain a safe distance. Just as planned, Creed's single clone was able to buy time while playing a game of tag with the headless man. Creed healed himself, gradually healed himself. He also caught and ate some edible fishes near the shore of the rivers to reduce his torturing hunger.