Zelda Creepypastas Novels & Stories

Zelda I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was no use. I could feel my pulse quickening, my heart racing with anxiety. The darkness of the room seemed to press in on me, and I felt a sense of claustrophobia, like the walls were closing in. I crept out of my room, barefoot and shivering, the cold floor making me wish I had grabbed a robe. I padded down the hallway, the old wood creaking under my feet. I paused outside Drake's room, unsure if I should knock.

Queen Zelda had a chain wrapped around her arm and connected to the chain was a large beast that I had never ever seen before. It had a large snout with rows of teeth arranged in its mouth, curving out of it and displayed on the outside. It roared so loud that I could feel the ground underneath me shake and vibrate. As if his roar was a command, the ground vibrated and I could see a crack beginning to form. It ran from the beast straight between my legs and straight to the infirmary. The ground then began opening up and I had to shift so that I wouldn't fall into the large hole that was beginning to open up.

If I ever see one for real, I'd die of fright. Zeke was in a manananggal's lair. The things he saw were somewhat the same as he remembered from Lola Missing's drawings. However, it was sparsely furnished but efficiently kept as well, like the witch had been austerely surviving for a time. There were vials, bottles, and containers with different colored liquids placed on a wall shelf, earthenware jars of unknown volume on the bamboo flooring, a large steaming kettle on an open flame in the middle of the room, and a thin ray of light from an unseen wall source that illuminated the shadowy room. They were still sitting on a bed, which was now old and ragged-looking. Zeke looked at the hand he h

In fact, Master Eva Green would obtain the Corpse Elixir without Caspian's instructions. Corpse Elixir could only be condensed in the bodies of zombies for at least a hundred years. The longer time and the higher the realm was, the bigger the Corpse Elixir in one's body would be. The Corpse Elixir inside a hundred-year-old zombie was only the size of a grain of rice. The Corpse Elixir inside the corpse was so huge that it was far beyond its current realm.

- Art and in a matter of second the drum water become acidic and the 2 Big Rats are struggling to go out but we are at the lid and not letting them getaway *SSQQQQUEEEKK!!!* during the struggle of the Rats, Jimboy immediately rush to the zombie earlier due to it was moving already! luckily he killed it again and loot the body he did the looting also to the slain Rat and surprisingly the Big Rat also has a Dark Crystal the 2 Big Rat stop squeaking already and Papa already loot them but *TUG TUG TUG* TUG* *TUG!*

“How many more are there?” “More what?” he asks. He looks around the carnage in the room, but it’s like he doesn’t register it. There’s no fear or shock or surprise. His eyes are blank and lifeless. “Are you doing that to him?” I ask. Zael shakes his head. “He’s a zombie.” “A zombie?” “Yes. It’s old witchcraft. Necromancy. He’s literally a walking corpse.” “Oh, that’s just fan-fucking-tastic,” Glenn says. “How do we kill them?”

She repeated it over and over again, holding back the beads of sweat that had soaked her temples. "Come on, help me just once," Zella thought. Her hand tried to open and turn the door knob, a small smile appeared framing her lips she managed to open the door. All the things she wanted to see were in front of her eyes. Zella felt hot and cold, she saw all the sharp weapons. Her feet kept approaching, the smell of blood was so obvious every corner of the room was full of things Zella had never imagined. The mascot head with its eyes out, Zella accidentally kicked a box. She knelt down and opened it slowly, what she imagined made Zella feel sick. A human heart stuffed into a glass jar. A box co

And he felt the thread of semen connected at that end as it retracted into the alien's penis and flowed like a stream out of him, dripping like a stream towards the ground. When he gasped and looked at the ground forming a sticky white puddle and his belly dwindled and they oozed along with him... Small oval and purple eggs inside it were many eggs oozing out of it falling along the liquid looked some greenish and gelatinous and others dark, but also equally gelatinous they were small the size of pearls. "What is it? “He asked roughly. “Those are my eggs. “Said Zi'haand. “It's my eggs and Zi'haand 's. “Said Brandurak.

She expressed her dissatisfaction dramatically. "Tss, you brat," Zeeve responded. “You didn't finish your lunch, did you?" Zeeve added while glancing at her. "I ate it, but it was three hours ago. Without a doubt, it had most likely been digested by this time,” she continued to complain louder while gripping her stomach in a dramatic manner. Zeeve looked at me as if he were requesting my permission. "Would that be acceptable to you?" "Yes, I was hungry as well. Don't be concerned; I'm not bothered,” Zeeve nodded, and Zeiara smiled triumphantly.

Now I’m finishing the food. Liam walks into the kitchen, a few bags from the local store in his hands. “I think I just made the weirdest purchase of my life at Gilligan’s. Gel pens in, like, fifteen colors, ten disposable cameras, five compact mirrors, and enough candy to give a giraffe diabetes.” I shoot him a smile over my shoulder as I check the paratha dough. “Jai and Violet will appreciate it. According to Meredith, goblins, boggarts, and kobolds are big candy fans. And you can trade with the dark elves using the rest.”