Candle Cove Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Heidi then whispered in Caspian's ear, explaining, "Once they are lit up, these candles will exude a fragrance that can attract the flame-toothed gophers. At that time, Sebastian and Yohan will hold the candles and distract the gophers. Then, we'll pick the fire spirit fruits." "How long will it last?" Caspian looked at Sebastian and Yohan in the distance, and they had already lit up the candles. "Normally, it can burn up to twenty minutes, but we'll usually retreat after fifteen minutes," Nana answered. "Okay." Caspian nodded, and he looked at Sebastian and the vines. After some time, Caspian heard a faint rustling sound from the vines, and the vines also started to sway. Moreover, the scop

TWENTY-FOUR Bayou Cypress Pavilion for the Criminally Insane New Orleans “MAMA?” CROAKED JEANNINE. The sound of her voice echoed dully in the ruins of the asylum. The corpse-thing that had been Cassandra LaRue began a side-shuffling, slow limp toward them. Beetles and roaches streamed from underneath rotted clothing. “That’s far enough,” said Curtis, when the creature had closed the distance between them to five feet. He produced a pistol he’d taken from the body of one of the Major’s guards.

I glanced at Glen, he too was glued to the scene playing out in front of us. “THAT'S ENOUGH!” Cindy yelled, causing me to look back. Florence had her hands on her hips, her face contorted to that of frustration. Cindy stared daggers at her, both were silent seeming to be playing each other. A cold dreadful wind began whooshing past us. Glen felt it too, I felt his panic as he looked behind us. I couldn’t see anything but when I tapped into his mind I could see a black shadow with red eyes. I shivered in fear, turning back around as screaming rang out from the Coven members. I watched horrified as I saw each member’s neck slash open, seemingly from the wind until only Florence, Cindy, Glen, a

She had to do something, anything, to help him. She raised the iron candlestick high above her head and charged towards the Old One, screaming at the top of her lungs. The Old One turned its attention to her, its eyes widening in surprise. Before it could react, Lila brought the candlestick down on its head with all her might. The Old One staggered, its eyes rolling back in its head. Cole seized the opportunity and plunged his silver knife deep into its chest. The Old One let out a piercing shriek, its body convulsing violently. Then, with a final shudder, it collapsed to the floor, its form dissolving into a cloud of black smoke.

Inside, there’s a gnarled purple candle with black gems embedded in the wax, a clay bottle of concentrated herbal tea, and a golden chain. “The candle can create light or darkness, depending on which end you light,” Layla explains. “Lighting the dark end will make a dark shape around you, into which no one can see. But be careful - you also won’t be able to see inside of it.” “Just like a lunar eclipse,” I say, smiling. “One of these days, I want to hear everything about the celestial realm,” Layla says. “And then I’ll write it all down, and we’ll have a book together.”

Cassie asked her with a little excitement. The woman ignored her. "Put our tiny pieces of paper into the cup," she ordered. Cassie did as she was told. Immediately the last shred was dropped it, a purple puff of smoke erupted and spelled the name Fenris Covel in the air. After it came another puff which made Cassie gasp. It read Werewolf.

The blood moon seemed to burn hotter, its crimson light painting her body like fresh blood. Callum circled her slowly, chanting low in ancient Gaelic. The words vibrated through the stones and into her bones, making her clit throb in time with the rhythm. He lit thick black candles at each point of the star formation, their flames dancing wildly as if alive. The heavy scent of melting wax, smoldering herbs, and her own dripping arousal saturated the air.

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.

My heart started a jagged beating in my chest when I blinked back at the stars, glancing toward the man’s groveling voice and hacking through the scream that lodged in the back of my throat. “W-what is this? Where am I?” I cried, fear wrapping an icy hand around my heart when I turned to see the shelves of weapons etched firmly into the grey wall. There were knives, scalpels, bloodied hand saws, and chisels even. What the hell was Alpha Alaric planning to do to me?! “You’re in Cove Castle little rabbit, and just in time for the night of the red moon too.” He growled, flashing his jagged fangs at me so that I stumbled back in horror.

With the way he begins to pull his t-shirt over his head, it is established that Zuri is the lantern seller and this is the brother. I pad across the room and peep as he enters one of the rooms close to the bathroom I used. He leaves the door open and later comes out without his boots. I walk back and settle on the couch. I put back the knife and hug my teddy. I lean back and try to sleep but it is not working. I lie down and try to assume the careless position I found myself in when I woke up with a book on my chest.