Candle Cove Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“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.”

I squealed, “Did I hurt- “but it was too late. Creed had put our bodies under the water of a hot salt water spring at the back of the cave. These were way too convenient. Creed hoisted me up next to the cool wall of the cave; the breeze coming from the back of the cave caught my nipples, making them tight as diamonds. Creed’s finger flicked my right one, only for me to grip his shoulders. Looking at my nails by my peripheral, I did a double-take, looking at the length. They were short, sharp, purple talons. I gasped, to be silenced by Creed’s lips.

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

Cove leaned in, kissing Eli deeply, full of everything they had survived and everything still waiting for them. When he pulled back, his storm-gray eyes were fierce with love and determination. “Then let’s go hunt a ghost.” The convoy moved fast through the rainy night streets. Rain pounded against the armored SUV windows, turning the city lights into blurred streaks of gold and red. Fog rolled in thick from the river, wrapping the docks in a cold, ghostly haze. Eli sat in the back seat beside Cove, his hands trembling slightly as he set up the mobile hacking rig on a small fold-out table between them.

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.

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.