Candle Cove Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Cain took the glass from my hands and placed it down next to me on the countertop, seeking my full attention. "The part about where I said I'd killed every woman whom I've ever slept with," he said. "So you didn't kill them?" I asked. He took a deep breath, obviously trying to figure out how to explain himself. "I did," he admitted. My eyebrows furrowed. "Wait," I said, holding a hand up. "What exactly are you trying to clarify? It just seems like you're reiterating what you've already said." "Remember how I told you that Vampirism is a communicable disease? That it enters the body like a virus through an open wound?" He asked.

Placing the book back on the shelf, I walked down the shelves skimming through the titles of the famous books as I finally reached a dead end. Hey, Mr. Wall! How long have you been here? Can you tell me a few things about the First Vampire too? Things I want to know except the tragic love story? I chuckled at my self which was totally not sane after such a long walk as my tired eyes landed on a blue covered thin book in the far end of the last shelf. It had no title either. Curiosity got the best of me as I pulled out the book and to my surprise, a strange light flew in the direction of the wall as it vanished.

The other, a boy, has lost an arm. The air around the beds is thick with the smell of blood and gore as I had expected, and someone retches behind me. I stand frozen as Caivan breezes past me with several firefly jars, illuminating the area. Everything seems to be a blur, I’m having difficulty breathing and all of a sudden, there’s fire…fire is everywhere. Everyone is screaming…I’m screaming…someone crawls towards me, all bloodied and beat up…surrel eyes flash everywhere…horned men…the hut up ahead…smoke…mother’s face…a flash of blue… ‘Cyran!’

"There is even music playing at this time, but I don't know where it is coming from. This makes it even creepier. It's like the sound effects in horror films. Is there a ghost playing the piano?" Christin was furious and asked, "Have you been reading too many horror novels recently? How could you use 'creepy' and 'scary' to describe such a romantic gesture? This is a candlelight dinner!" Natasha almost cried and said, "I know it's a candlelight dinner. However, do you know that these candlelights are very scary? There should at least have more people around here with a few more dim lighting. There should be more people around. Of course this is creepy!"

“Then we wouldn’t have to hide.” Then the three women saw Bohdan, Isaac and Rancid walk out of the saloon and head their way. Cara waved at them and got their attention. As Bohdan approached, he looked over at the gathering and asked, “What the fuck is that?” “They’re burning vampires tonight,” Cara replied. “Do you want to stay and watch?” “I don’t think that would be a good idea. Small towns like these have crazy ideas. They might take one look at us and decided to burn us as well.”

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.

Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled. Resentment simmered between them: Sean with his grudges, Rowena with her cold shoulder. Nancy confided in me that the pair, though housemates, were at each other's throats daily, stirring up a racket that could wake the dead. The stillborn they brought home did not last long before it decayed, swarming with maggots, filling the house with a stench worse than a sewer. Rowena's grip on sanity started to slip, her days filled with wild outbursts. A video of one such episode, self-recorded, went viral and, bizarrely, turned a profit.

It was as though he was performing some incantation and while I was alarmed Nic looked unbothered as he stared at the man silently and waited for him to finish. The man held up one of his candles and circled it between us on the table and I almost screamed when the candle went off on its own accord. Nic's hand held me in place and I clung to him for dear life, literally everything about this place felt creepy but as the man slowly lit back the candle I felt a familiar heat rise within my chest. The man stared at me blankly before he pushed the candle towards me and the warmth in my chest spread. What the hell was happening?

Lured by the stench of the candle, they wriggled out of her body and crawled straight into the heart of the flame. Thalia let out a terrified shriek. "Oh Moon Goddess! What... what the hell are those?! That's disgusting!" "Are those... are those the parasites you mentioned?" Wesley whispered. He had never seen anything like this. He couldn't believe that the "poison" nearly killing Helia was actually alive. Wesley leaned in closer to the candle. Four worms were writhing in the wax. The last two to emerge were a sickly dark purple at the head and a translucent red at the tail—looking like they'd just finished a heavy meal.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."