Novel & Cerita Twilight Sparkle Creepypasta

Sure I had a lot more to ask, like how did he find me, and why was he being a creep, and so much more, but I had to start with one question and that was the first one that popped in my head. "Hi Clara Shawn, I've come to prove it to you," he said calmly. The way he called my name was intriguing, his voice was bold and calm, everything about this guy was so intriguing but I could not deny how creepy he was being. "Prove what to me?" I asked, wondering what exactly he could be referring to. "That I am what I say I am, a vampire," he replied with that same calm voice. Now this was interesting. How on earth was he going to prove that to me?! If he planned on sucking my blood then he was going to

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

was spreading, a cancer of the void that was eating the North from the inside out. They reached the Black-Glass Falls at the hour before dawn. The water wasn't falling; it was suspended in the air in frozen, jagged shards. In the center of the falls, a vortex of pure, liquid darkness was swirling, a gaping maw that led into the heart of the Creator’s realm. "This is it," Silas whispered. Lyra stepped toward the vortex. As she reached the edge, her hand brushed against Silas’s gauntlet. The "Mate Spark" flared again, more intense than before.

A spider crawled lazily out from the fold, disappearing into the night. Her breath hitched. She turned to the second page. And there it was—written in dark, crimson ink, the words bled like veins through the paper: "The Red Moon Child.. Alessia." Her eyes widened in shock. The book slipped from her trembling hands and fell into the pool with a soft splash. But instead of sinking, the water began to glow, first faintly, then blindingly bright. The ripples shimmered, turning from blue to pure white, swirling like a living vortex.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

“You need to mark me, Sparks. You need to…” He doesn’t wait for more instruction. As his canines pierce the tender flesh of my neck, we explode together, his seed filling me, lubricating our passion as we ride through wave after wave of pure, unfiltered bliss. “Mine!” I scream, watching in wonder as the spell forms a solid grid, bright green light blending with my own shining blue. “Mate, mine!” “Mate,” Hawthorne grunts as he fills me again. “Mine.”

But it's the date inscribed at the bottom that makes my blood run cold—1647. "Beautiful, isn't she?" a voice purrs behind me. I spin to find Elara, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. "Your great-great-grandmother. Queen Maeve of the Twilight Court. And the reason you'll never truly belong in either world." As the implications of her words sink in, the ground beneath our feet begins to tremble. The vortex at the center of the room pulses, growing larger by the second. "What have you done?" I demand, panic rising in my throat.

Selene said there were unclean spirits and there were more than two. I only know of Troy and Christabell. If something is here, I would find it and I would end it before it ends me. I stood there for about an hour and waited for all the werewolves to go. When they were all gone, it was my turn to take the blood. I dipped my finger in the swirling blood. It crawled its way up my finger. I have never seen anything like it. It was spreading to my palm like a disease. I quickly took my hand away and sucked on the blood in my hand.

She took my hand gently, found my pinkie, and— prick. A sting. A drop of blood welled up, red and bright. She swirled her finger through the droplet of my blood, and the glow began immediately. It was subtle at first—just a faint shimmer, then a radiant thread of light twisting through the air like silk. Caelora’s eyes flickered white, the delicate runes at the edges of her eyelids sparking to life like ink being drawn into fire. “Creepy much,” Alric muttered behind her.