Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Read Part Four here “DID YOU REALLY have to do that, Ibnar?” “Of course. According to the Law, I provided for your needs while teaching a con man a lesson.” “By bullying him into giving us all his poison vials! How are you…
Read Part One here Read Part Two here “BEFORE WE MOVE OUT,” Ibnar says, “we need to visit our homes and retrieve our gear.” “Right you are. Uh…” My stomach plummets. “It’s all in Thomas’s barn. My lute, my rations, my dagger. Everything except the leather armor I’m wearing right now. I can’t go back…
Read Part One here “WHAT IS THE OATH of the Grave?” “Death’s first usher, the Dragon, first pledged it,” Great-Grandmother says. “Many did so in the past, but they’re few and far between these days. Most have forsaken it and sworn allegiance to the Exarch and his Law instead. The Oath consists of three tenets….
I CAN’T MOVE. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. The only thing keeping me alive right now, despite the stake in my chest, is the black substance running through my veins. I look like an unnaturally pale young lady, but don’t be fooled. My great-grandfather was a vampire. He wed my great-grandmother, who bore my…
Read Part One here: https://www.creepypasta.com/blood-moon-bound-in-blood-and-magic/ Read Part Two here: https://www.creepypasta.com/blood-moon-law-of-the-fish/ AS THE WATER WITCH HAD DECREED, a plague soon struck Milham’s Ford. One borne by the river, as she’d foretold before drowning in it, but also by the fields. The very same fruits and vegetables that had refreshed the people during the Festival of Summer…
Read Part One here (Author’s Note: These stories are meant to be read in reverse order of the zodiac, so this chapter comes first, though it deals with Scepi, the Keeper of the Fishes’ Dagger and the Pisces sign.) THE FESTIVAL OF SUMMER in Milham’s Ford was a sanctuary day: no public humiliation, no arrests…
ORDINARY FOLK had no reason to fear the Moon. Or so they thought. It hung in the sky as a welcome guardian, pale as paper in its various phases, providing light to travelers and highwaymen when it was full. It meant no harm and could do no harm. Yet tonight, that possibility bloomed red and…
WHERE IS my daughter? I need her to come and say goodbye. Cancer isn’t the only thing eating me alive. My son-in-law John is standing next to me, as are my granddaughters Chandra and Kendra, but where on earth is Cheryl? She should be here, but I don’t see her. My sight is quickly failing…
WHAT IF you think your sibling is trying to kill you? Let me explain. I’m Chandra Edwards, sixteen years old, birthday May 28, high school sophomore, identical twin. I live in Montrose, the dullest small town that ever existed. My parents are realtors, the successful founders and owners of Homes by Edwards. They love two…
HOW FAR are you willing to go to reach the top? True to my usual form, I fucked around and found out. I’m Chad Martinez: fifteen years old, freshman, nickname “Toro.” It fits me to a T. Not only am I bullheaded, but I work hard and play harder, and my birthday is April 30….
WHAT QUESTION in life scares you the most? For me, it’s a matter of identity. I know I’m Zach Cunningham, sixteen years old, 5’11”, 145 pounds. I live on a farm on the outskirts of a small town, and I’m a brother to five younger siblings. Beyond that, though? It’s like I have no core,…