Romans & histoires The Puppeteer Creepypasta

The Vampire's soul dissipated slowly from him and vanished into thin air. The second man was about to faint on the spot as he has never witnessed something like this before. He saw his colleague's soul come out of his body and vanished into thin air. The leader of the group who was injured and scared out of his witts and crawled towards the second man. Kyle chuckled and stepped on the right foot of the leader that was crawling. The second Vamp heard the bones of the leader's feet and ankle crush. The man released a loud groan and started begging for mercy. "Sir, we are very sorry. Please...ohh..please let us go" The leader wailed. "Oh you can talk now. Well, it's too late!" Kyle said as he

I hear someone crying beside me. I want to open my eyes but I can not. Everything went completely black. "Where am I? Why am I in this total darkness? What will I do now?" I want to cry. I want to scream. Why am I in a total abyss? There have been some flashbacks in my life recently. I saw my siblings crying. I saw Maya and Matt shapeshifting and lastly, there was Rosh transforming and ready to attack me!

His breathing was rigid and heavy and although I couldn't get a good look at his face, I was pretty sure that his pupils had turned to slits. I was too afraid to make any kind of noise. I knew that their mindsets changed as they did during this night and pretty much only focused on their bloodlust and the pain that they felt because of it. I noticed how Nico's hands were shaking even after he had balled them into fists. This morning's conversation kept creeping back to me as my worries grew and grew. Something happened to his last pet during the last blood moon. I could give a pretty good guess as to what happened, but Nico was very upset once Xander brought it up.

TRIGGER: graphic images and fighting None of the bones had purple flowers in or under them and I hated touching them. It was creepy. It didn’t take long before I saw I was alone and that I could no longer see Saple. My worry choked me. I walked in a circle, trying to find my cub mate or the monster prince but I didn’t see them anywhere. Finally, I collapsed into a sitting position. I kicked the scattered skull that was closest to my foot and gasped as a bright color caught my attention. I crawled over to it. The purple flower that we were looking for grew out of a hole in the ground.

It looked like a werewolf, but its proportions were all wrong—too long, too lean, its claws like obsidian daggers. It was a Creeper—a rogue wolf that had spent so long away from human form that it had devolved into something monstrous. They were the boogeymen of the pack, the things mothers warned their pups about. The creature prowled toward her, its breath a foul-smelling mist in the cold air. It stood over her, its shadow swallowing her whole. "You smell of the Silver Poison," the creature rumbled, leaning down until its wet snout was inches from her face. "And the stench of a Broken Bond. You are a carcass already, little bird. Why do you still breathe?"

Every night they returned, haunting the periphery of my vision and tormenting my soul. Since the last time one had brushed against my skin—an encounter of pure, unadulterated agony—they had grown bolder. They mocked me, their raucous laughter echoing inside my skull. I had cheated death, yet I was not free from its realm; I had merely become its plaything. "Can we possess her?" "Make her our puppet," their thoughts hissed. Their lips never moved, yet their intentions arrived like a distinct roar lost in the middle of rushing waters.

In front of both of them, I dialed a number. "There's trash here. Send someone to clean it up." I had just sent one set of trash away. Then the doorbell rang again. When I opened it, Joe stood there with a smile. He set a parcel on the table—supplements good for a succubus, meant to ease the agony of my heat. They were rare and precious; he'd thought to bring them. "Have you decided?" he asked gently. "Want to consider a new master? I'll take responsibility."

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,

She replied. My eyes caught a glimpse of something that took me back to when I was a child. I had no idea why it caught my attention or even why it bothered me so much. I just knew that there was something about that object that scared me. Ava must have noticed me staring at the object before she spoke. "Oh, I got that from an unknown admirer, he calls himself the Puppeteer, very scary person," Ava said quietly as she studied the puppet that looked like her in an eerie sort of way.

Compared to those around her, she was still too weak, too insignificant. A frown formed on his face, and worry laced his tone while he questioned, “Who was that person you met? Did you get hurt?” “No, I am fine. I am sure that person wanted to give a scare, rather than hurting me. Heck! I don’t even know if he could be classified as a person. Whom I met today is the puppeteer. The mastermind behind all of it. That person and I— we must have a long history. One that I can’t remember. It was through the body of Daniel Chizer,” Seraphine uttered.