Candle Cove Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.”

I stood aside, not wanting to leave Aella alone, I stayed at the door, observing, I felt Eden watching the process through my eyes. Celeste guided Aella with her hands, the sat opposite each other, holding hands, she began chanting, the candles flickered on, burning wildly. “This is useless” Eden sighed and shut me out once more before I could ask what he meant. “Fucking cryptic wolf” I groaned. As Celeste's voice rose, the candles flickered aggressively, wind blew violently, blood began streaming down her eyes, with a loud scream a violent wave blew her away from Aella, her body slammed into the wall, she spat out a mouthful of blood. The candles all turned off.

The words were partially distorted but I heard them clearly enough. “Direct hit. No survivors possible. You know what this was.” The other man did not answer. They went back to work. Standard procedure. The camera panned across the crater. Slow. Methodical. Documenting. Halfway through the pan it caught something at the outer edge. A small glass jar. Cracked but not shattered. Inside it, the remains of a candle. The same kind Laila used on the beach that night. The same kind she kept on every surface in our house because she said candlelight made every room feel like it was exhaling.

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.

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.

She stared at the ceiling without blinking and immediately fell into the familiar nightmare that had always plagued her sleep. *NIGHTMARE* She was standing in a dark unfamiliar room, the room was dark but she could see everything clearly, like she had some sort of light in her eyes. The coven-like room was filled with women, their eyes flashing bright blue as they all stared at her as if they were trying to lure her in. They had a wand in their hands.

I cling unto Caramel who, is already clinging unto me tight as a chuckling Coco stands in the middle of the room with a candlelight in his hand. The flame reflects in his eyes, showing the insanity behind those dark brown orbs "Oops, the rain" It's definitely not the rain! He lights four more candles and puts them in different corners of the room before he plops himself to a cushion on the floor. They are five of them then waves at us "C'mon, sit!" Strawberry lets out a grunt, but he obeys, Caramel staying on his right while I stay at his left, while Cream sits besides Mel and Chocolate.

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