Candle Cove Creepypasta Novels & Stories

she said pointing towards a shelf with just a few candles "Can you see those two candles that are very close to each other?" She asked I and Nath both nodded in unison "Those candles belong to you and your mate Nathaniel" she said I looked at Nath with confusion in my eyes and he looked at me the same way One of the candle is lit with a tongue of black smoke and the other is lit with a tongue of white smoke Madam Debua saw the confusion in our faces then she explained "The candle lit with black smoke belongs to Nathaniel he is ripper, meaning that he can manipulate the fears of people... he can also bring their fears to life and it's properties while the other one with the white smoke belong

As I rushed down the tunnel toward the cave, the light grew brighter, and then flared. Someone was already killing vampires inside. “Leila!” I yelled amidst the chaos, as I rushed toward the light. Another one of The Outsiders rushed toward me, and I growled, ripping his head off without hesitation, illuminating the passage with the flames of his burning corpse. Several more ran toward me, but I gripped the air and held them by the throat. With a breaking motion in the air, their spines broke and they fell to the floor. Members of my coven finished them off as I searched the cave. “Leila! Where are you?” The light grew brighter still as the narrow passage opened up to a dimly lit room. “Leil

“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.”

It flickered in the draft from the door. "It is... small," Cale whispered. "It's a candle." "It is a timeline," Cale said. "Burning down." "It's just wax, Cale. Don't get metaphysical." "I cannot help it. The symbolism is overt." "Blow it out. Make a wish." Cale looked at Elion. The candlelight reflected in his green eyes, making them look like deep pools of water. "I do not know what to wish for," Cale admitted.

A sudden movement in the dark corner caught my attention and my eyes snapped there. That man was right there. The creepy one from the tunnel weeks ago. His body twisted at unnatural angles, like those horror movie possessions, joints bent wrong. He crawled toward me slowly, a single red rose between his lips, petals dark as blood. First Adrain pleasured me with Camellias stuck between his lips…now this monster is coming with a rose? Okay, that's it! Wake up kira! I screamed inside my head, calling for Leah to do something. But there was no response.

Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. The apartment was full of candles. Saints, ancestors, lost pets, missing children, accident victims, nameless dead. Flame after flame burned in colored glass. Local fire. Local merit. The Candle Lady kept a shrine in a laundromat sink. She sold flame by the minute to people who needed to speak to the dead but feared full darkness. No system message appeared at first. This place had its own language. Ava knelt before the candles. Ava wiped rain from her eyes. "If this law turns pain into romance, I am burning the filing cabinet."

The creature let out a dry, rattling shriek and dissolved into a pile of grey ash. "The water, Mother!" Kael yelled over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the next wave of intruders. "Keep them from the water!" I grabbed Colin and Cindy, shoving them behind me, closer to the edge of the black pool where Caleb was still suspended in that pillar of silver light. He looked like a star being born, his eyes were wide and vacant, and his body was vibrating with a frequency that made my teeth ache. "Caleb! Honey, can you hear me?" I screamed.

The storm outside felt like it was mirroring the chaos building inside me. I lit a couple of candles on the coffee table while he set up the small portable lantern he’d brought. The warm glow flickered across his face, catching on the sharp line of his jaw and the silver threads in his stubble. My mouth went dry. My clit was already throbbing steadily between my thighs. “Thank you for coming over,” I said softly, curling up on the couch. I tucked my legs under me, letting the t-shirt ride up a little higher on my thighs. “It feels creepy being alone in a storm like this.”

Cassy screamed, enraged, “I won’t die for your personal gains. I’m not dying tonight for those cheaters with no shame.” The wind jostled inside, lighting the candles in the four antique candle holders. A chanting susurrated. Rise in the smoke; Fall into the sea; Cut your fingers; Erase your toes; Pumpkin on the floor! Candles blew on and off, a blue silhouette encompassed the room, the dust hissed; hands scattered, and the fire ran out. Cassy mounted to her feet and shuffled to the center.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.