Creepypasta Candle Cove Novels & Stories

It’s spiked with honey-root for the pain. Emily reached into her bag, pulling out the silver flask she’d found on the 10th floor. She unscrewed the cap. The steam smelled of cocoa and medicinal herbs. She took a sip, the heat blooming in her chest, dulling the ache in her ribs. Emily: Why? I'm a Latent. I'm 'The Hollowed.' Why waste your time on a girl who has no wolf? The Watcher: Maybe I prefer the girl to the beast. Sleep, Emily. The sun comes early for those who work.

We were not guests in this facility; we were the final ingredients in a recipe my grandmother had started thirty years ago. "Killian, the children!" I screamed, but the room was already beginning to shift. The walls of the lab started to glow with an ethereal, translucent light, revealing the miles of silver wiring embedded in the rock. The lighthouse was fully active, and the first of the Coven's shadows were already beginning to seep through the vents. We were trapped in a machine that wanted to save us by destroying everything we were.

The tawny young girl, kneeling on the stone church floor, carved the candles smooth. The sheared-off drops fell to her lap, trapped in the furrow of rough cloth. As her knife skimmed along the candle's edge, she hummed. And as she hummed, she talked to the odd little creatures that lived in what they called the Candlewood.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

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.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

The first time she had entered the bathing chamber, she had noticed lavender candles, and after she had killed that guard at the Greyson’s residence, she noticed a candle burning quite differently than the others. Lillia searched the bathing chamber with her gaze and when she located it, her heart stuttered. It had a deep crack and seemed broken in a crooked firm and it wasn’t burning. Lillia reached and brought it to her maidens. Like the new candle with a black rope, it also had a mark but the rope was gone. The women shared silent but shocked glances. Then, Maera stood, exhaled once, steadying herself. “Follow me. It has become too dangerous to discuss this out in the open.” She looked at

ill came out of nowhere sending chills down Ariel's body. " What nonsense are you talking about? I have other responsibilities to take care of" " Whatever. Rest for now and reserve your energy for the introduction ceremony tonight. Other members of the coven will be glad to see you especially Dino" Selena smiled and exited the room. " What bullshit and who's Dino? Could it be he's my dad?"Ariel asked herself as she try to recall if she had heard that name anywhere before. Two teenage girls walked into the room. They had a Calabash in their hand and one thing Ariel noticed among the people here is that they all have dark lips. Their dark hair falling down to their waists. They wore mascara an

The night was deep and silent. Only a sliver of moonlight shone in through the windows, casting pale shadows across the house. For some time now, Julian had not allowed the cook to come by. He was afraid that if too many people came and went, the traces left behind by the person who used to live there would fade even faster.

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.