Wendell Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I looked up and found Welden standing in front of me. His yellow eyes burned with resentment. Behind him, several other Alpha students stood with threatening expressions. “You’ve got some nerve eating here, you jinx,” Welden growled, his voice echoing through the silent hall. “I’m not looking for trouble with you,” I muttered, trying to stay calm. “You brought the trouble to us!” Welden shoved my shoulder roughly. “Because of you, twenty-five students are dead! The forest went insane because someone stirred those parasites from their nest. And we all know who snuck into the eastern zone and dragged those monsters back to camp!”

“I don’t think they’d do that without letting us know.” Eidolon Festivals were tricky, and Cadence was all for getting rid of them altogether. Her friend Drew Peterson had been killed at one, and that’s how she’d gotten dragged into this other world herself. Giving Vampires free reign for one night, so long as no one got hurt against their will, when it was so hard to distinguish what was against a person’s will under the circumstances, seemed like a very bad idea to her. “I’ll see if Cass can find that out, too.” “All right. I think that’s all for now. I have heard a few rumors that we might have an RV park of our own to investigate soon enough, down near Butler, but I need some more inform

Andreas’ POV. - The wail of my next prey instills me with insidious pleasure as I watch life seep out of her agonizing brown orbs to bring in its place a dim curtain of death. Tilting my head back with corrupt mirth, I run my tongue over my teeth and host a triumphant grin. Tonight, like every other night since many centuries ago, another feeble human meets a gruesome end in my unmerciful hands. It’s funny, and I never get tired of it. How easily these pitiful creatures die.

he said, pointing to the book in my hands. “What a peculiar title. Descendants of the Moon.” "There is? Oh, yes. It's a fantasy book,” I told him, not wanting to go into details. The less humans knew about us, the safer our species was. "Fascinating. Is it about witch fairies and evil queens?” he asked, sitting down in front of me. I laughed. “More about wolves,” I said, closing the book. "Interesting. I am a cryptozoologist and parapsychologist. I study the supernatural. The name is Wendell.” He handed me his card.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

I spell it out, and I give him my knuckles, and he writes, it stings, but I'm used to it. Will and Willa get Destiny on their wrists too, and we pay. "Where to?" Willa says "Ghost house" Zayn grins. _______ Pretty dark in here, and creepy, and chill. We all got separated. I hear screams from miles away, and I grin. Game on. I see Will's green body, and I walk quietly to him, and I whisper in a creepy voice "Oleeevandaa" "Daddy!" He screams, and I double over laughing.

He was trying to research about the werewolf print Tyr and Zeev told him last time, but that information is nowhere to be found in the book. As he flipped on the next page, Zane’s phone buzzed, and he checked from whom the message comes from after making sure the professor doesn’t see him using his phone. It was from Zeev. His classmate told him that the next full moon will be a week from now. The omega subtly bit his lower lip and shrunk himself from his seat before typing out his response of ‘copy that’.

I felt like putting up a sign. Welcome to Dweeb Beach. Beware of Unexploded Buffoons. Was this what I looked like, too? I shoved the girl sitting on my stomach off me. “You don’t understand. This isn’t romantic. It’s a cautionary tale. We fucked up and next time we might not be so lucky.” “But we can’t die,” said Flossie. “Yo’ said so.” “You’re not listening. The weretic pulled off Dudley’s head with the spine still attached—” okay, that didn’t happen, but I was trying to paint a picture “—and ate it. He ate his head. You can’t regrow limbs.”

He said, growing in size, howling loudly which made Lucille and Wendy stumble back. “What is this monster…?” Wendy mumbled. “You have taken me by ruse once, this won’t happen again. Get ready to die, Lucille.” He howled, twice in size, coming closer, embedding a fright in Lucille’s heart. “I can’t die. Wendy.” Lucille whispered. “Call Leonel, I need to die by Leonel. I cannot take away his redemption.” She nodded and tried to run away but Ravel hit her with his claw, causing blood to flow from her hand and fall.

she asked. “He’s from Wadim’s den,” I replied with disgust. “Damn, I thought they were all dead.” “Apparently not,” Garth interjected as he walked up on the other side of me. “Who is Wadim?” “Was,” I emphasized. “He was a twisted son-of-a-bitch who dealt in human trafficking and cannibalism. Rumor had it he was the bastard son of Dracula.” Garth nodded. “I see,” he said. He looked at Magdalena and said, “So the rumors are true?”