Candle Cove Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Gasping, she squelched, gaping at the candlelight eyes creature that appeared out of nowhere, speeding toward her in an inexplicably swift speed. The creature zoomed to a brighter side of the forest, where the moon beamed the brightest. Kayla crashed into confusion as the memories came randomly again. The memories came in no clearer form. It was the most complicated. But she knew she'd seen this candlelight eyes emerge from a dark side of the forest. She snapped back to reality when the creature already zoomed closer to her. Afraid, she screamed and bent over with her hands covering her face.

“But I’m not that flexible. I might get it done in the shop once this flood is done.” Talen lit a candle and the flickering light danced across his face as he brought it over to Cameron. He held it, letting the flame melt the wax and Cameron’s anticipation to build. “Are you ready?” Talen asked in a tone that said that he would proceed anyway. Cameron took a deep breath, and then groaned as the wax dripped onto his chest. “F-k. F-k. F-k,” he was panting as Talen took the candle lower. “Oh f-k… Ugh,” was cried out.

Like then, like what they used to do, it was like they were the only two people in the world so she wasn’t worried and afraid to make any noise. Jason's house is surrounded by a high fence in addition to the fact that the nearest neighbor's fence is also high while a vacant lot is between them. Jenny could feel every gentle caress of Jason's hot tongue on her jewel. Scorching but delicious. It was as if the man's tongue had a special fire that she could feel with each and every stroke of him at her entrance. And that's what causes the constant growl that comes out of her mouth. When she felt his hand touch the bean on the top of her jewel, Jenny moaned again.

Immediately she entered the cave covered and everywhere became dark. I can't see she whimpered. "Please someone should get a torchlight." She tried using her little powers to light up the cave and to her amazement it worked. She giggled in happiness and was about trying to make a way she will go out when a voice screamed. Who's that? she murmured holding her ear. The voice came again and she turned around. She kept following the voice until she entered a room covered in red lamps. She looked up to see a male being tied up to a tree and was bleeding in all his body and was also naked. She was about to rush closer to the tree immediately she realized who he was when a huge two-headed python ap

Kinks: Vampire kink, bloodplay (light), possessive kink, dark romance. The night wrapped around the small room like a heavy cloak, thick and suffocating. The only light was a flickering candle on the windowsill, casting strange shadows that danced on peeling wallpaper. Every sound felt louder — my own breath, the soft creak of the floorboards, and the steady, quiet steps coming closer. He stood in the corner, watching me with eyes that glowed faint red in the dark. It wasn’t natural. It was something old and dangerous. My heart thundered so loud I thought he could hear it.

We went outside of the packhouse and we saw the lights from the helicopter hovering above the clearing at the back of the packhouse. It came down to land and we stood there shielding our eyes from the wind off of the propellers and from the bright lights. We heard someone get out of the helicopter and the sound started to die down, which meant they had turned off the engine. A man started to approach us and as soon as he came into view, I recognised him immediately. “Chandler.” I said. “It’s good to see you too Meadow.” He said. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip your fucking throat out?” I asked. And he pointed over his shoulder to a man holding a camera, he was recording the whol

I make the call and she told me she’d be here soon, but she has to sneak out. Once she gets here, she walks into my house and looks around. “Why is every light in your house on?” She asks me, I laugh because after I called her, I kept getting creeped out and felt the need to have every light on. The guys thought it was hysterical. “Ask your future leaders. They’re the ones trying to scare me to death over here.” I joke, and she looks at them accusingly. Cole throws his hands up in surrender, “Hey, not our fault Dallas is so good at telling the moon man story!” He exclaims, with a smirk on his face. Her face turns to understanding, seemingly already knowing the story.

But few knew he harbored a secret capable of upending the entire arcane world. A burning candle stood before him. Yet the scent it released was strange—eerily similar to the Ghost Candles found in Willowstead. Spirits were drawn to the scent of Ghost Candles. When unable to feed on living souls, they relied on this incense to remain aware. Without it, they would drift into believing they were dead. It was no longer clear whether Sylas was a man or a ghost. He sniffed the candle's fragrance hungrily, as if his very life depended on it.

Slowly, I reached out and took the candle from her, watching as the flame danced and flickered in the darkness. It is a strange and eerie scene, one that left me feeling unsettled. As the ritual came to an end, the energy in the room slowly dissipated, leaving behind an eerie silence. The only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the flame and the soft rustle of clothing as Cynthia stood before me, eagerly waiting for my reaction.

We settled into the cozy nook by the window, surrounded by shelves adorned with mystical trinkets and ancient books. With a blend of unease, I began to recount the unsettling visions that had plagued me – the spectral girl, the waterlogged bodies, and the nightmarish river. Coco listened attentively, her eyes filled with empathy and understanding, as if she could feel the weight of my experiences. As I finished describing the visions, Clive added his own observations, emphasizing the urgency of our quest to recover my lost memories and confront the mysterious forces at play. We sought Coco's wisdom, her unique perspective on the supernatural, hoping she could offer guidance or insights that