Candle Cove Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Her voice trailed off, and she pulled away from me, taking out a small scroll from her pocket. “You found it,” I said, relieved. “Yes. Turns out, I’m the only one who can see what’s in it,” she told me, unfolding it. She was right. To me, it looked empty. “It’s a map. To be exact, it’s the Golden Leaf Cove Map,” Clarissa said, and I frowned. The Golden Leaf Cove was the proposed venue of this year’s blood hunt. Was it somehow related to the moonstone? “What’s wrong?” My mate asked, and I shook my head.

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

The only reply was the suffocating smoke, swirling ominously around him, and the sound of his own ragged breaths, quickening with each passing moment. Panic clawed at his throat as he strained to hear any sign of her. But the silence was deafening. It intensified the horror that began to creep into his mind. “What if the Demons had caught up with Gem?” The thought alone sent icy tendrils of dread spiraling through him. As he breathed, he began to feel shadows flickering at the edges of his vision. Suddenly, a pale candlelight popped up before his eyes, illuminating the hallways with a creepy radiance.

Someone had been watching them, someone who had witnessed the horror unfold. A figure emerges from the shadows, silhouettes the light, then created an enormous fire. They watched the dying couple engulfed by flames. Their face obscured by the darkness, their eyes gleam with a cold, predatory light. "What's happening with you, mama," Arlene asks her mother looking blankly on the floor being cleaned by the villa's helpers. Cynthia wipes her eyes, then takes her purple robe. Suddenly she felt cold, as if her body has been entered by a ghost. "I'm ok, give me some champagne."

As her nails bite into the unyielding flesh of my thighs, I fuck her some more, thrusting deep into her throat and holding her head as I explode, forcing jets of undead cum over her avaricious tongue and into her belly. Coughing and gagging when I release her, her eyes flashing, she bites out, “I didn’t say you could do that!” then whimpers when I knot a fist in her hair, my face in hers as I sneer, “Be thankful it wasn’t worse.” I don’t bother waiting for her mewling retort. I port to Candlewood, an immovable hilltop sentinel until the wee hours when the lord of the forest makes his way along the quiet snowy streets to my fae bride-to-be.

It wormed its way into the spaces between my ribs, cloying and too sweet, every wrong note scraping along my nerves. Above us, the pale sky rippled. Words burned into existence in jagged, flickering letters, hanging over the boardwalk like a broken neon marquee: \[ESCAPE THE CARNIVAL BEFORE THE TIDE RISES.\] Beneath it, in smaller, pulsing scripts: \[BEWARE: THE DEAD WANT TO PLAY.\] “Well, that’s not ominous at all,” Jax muttered, stepping up beside me. The boards creaked uneasily under his added weight. “Do we get a prize if we make it out? Giant stuffed eldritch horror? Goldfish that’s secretly a mimic?”

That was all she could remember after waking up at the cemetery. "Help" she screamed, not scared but she needed to leave here as soon as possible. The fact that she woke up at a cemetery worried her. She thought of her phone and quickly ran to where she woke up but couldn't find it. While searching for her phone, she noticed that what she thought to be a grave when she woke up was an endless pit, she couldn't see the end but just darkness through. She shouted but it just came back echoing. "Well that's not creepy"

My entire body shook. Kael looked just as shocked. The witch doctor stumbled backward. Chloe's eyes widened. And then…The voices whispered again. Mommy… They're watching us. My blood ran cold. Kael's expression darkened. "Who's watching you?" Silence. Every person in the room froze. The coven. The twins knew….They knew. And before anyone could speak again Every candle in the room suddenly went out. Darkness swallowed the room. And from somewhere outside the sanctuary…

The glow from the scroll spread across Cressida's body, covering her skin in pale light. Her back arched higher and her mouth opened even wider. And then she screamed. Not a normal scream. This was something else. Something that came from somewhere deep, somewhere ancient, somewhere that had been sleeping for centuries. Then the candles went out and then the room went dark. I couldn't see. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. All I could do was kneel there, on the cold stone, and listen to her scream. Then...silence. Seconds later, the candles reignited.

There is only dim light from the odd-lit candle. I take a candle and continue down the narrow passageway that leads down steep stairs. Although I can’t see the rats, I can hear them. Finally, I reach the bottom of the stairs and enter a rectangular room. There are life-size statues behind each stone coffin. I realise they replicate the vampire inside each coffin. I walk from one to the other, curiously taking in their features. Then suddenly, I turn and jump in fright as the wailing cry starts again, but it’s coming from this very room. There, in the shadowy corner, comes the heartbreaking wails and cries. I slowly walk toward the moving shadow holding the candle out in front of me. My heart