Creepypasta Marble Hornets Novels & Stories

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

“Hence the reason for our army. There is also the matter of the subterranean meta-naturals who try to raid us on occasion. They can be a real nuisance.” Chloe took a deep breath to steady herself for Martha’s response. “Do you mean the vampires and werewolf men, like the ones who captured me?” When Martha nodded she added, “Do you think they left venom in me?” “Baqman took your blood to the lab. I expect we shall know the results when we return,” the older woman said. “Now, if you look straight ahead, you will see a glimpse of a field of corn. It is the start of my farmland.”

Sensing time may be shorter than they realized the pair picked up the pace, crate in hand. The ground rumbled and the water bubbled, a giant claw emerged from the water, and then another. Thick trails of slime oozed down the forearm and a long scaly snout displaced the water. Like the smaller versions, this abomination had a long bone horn in the middle of its head. Rows and rows of yellow warped teeth greeted them in anger. The narrow pupils eyed them with suspicion and contempt. Aurelia knelt next to the crate and grabbed the flint and steel. "Keep it busy," She whispered. Despite the fuel on the rag, the moisture in the air made it difficult to light the rag, "How much longer Zinjo shoute

A juvenile Doom Mantis crawled to the front of the group first. Its body was covered in blood stains and brain matter like paste, making everyone who saw it feel waves of revulsion. Though only a foot long, it was merely fist-thick, with a thin head, large eyes, and slender emerald legs that looked sturdy and powerful. What was even more chilling were its blade-like forearms with serrated edges. If struck by them, the consequences would be unimaginable. Logically speaking, most of the people present had already advanced to stage seven or eight of the major martial god realm. Even Willow and Lisa, who were previously at stage one or two, had now reached stage seven.

We’re actually not serious, but we are all exhausted. “They are the harpies.” I told her. She started creasing her forehead and asked, “Harpies?” I nodded my head as a response. “And as you have already seen, they were quite disgusting bird creatures who have sharp claws, big fangs that hunger for human flesh, not to mention their abilities to contaminate everything they come in contact with except from…” “Except from what?” She curiously asked. “From us, my dear Nowo.” Lane smiled at her.

I said. The natives listen," Martha said, racking her shotgun. "These ain't natives. These are the Dust-Hoppers. They blew in from the West." "Are they infected?" Leo asked, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the cloud. "They've been eating the Architect's dust," Martha said. "They're hungry for magic. And you, boy... you're the biggest buffet they've ever smelled." The cloud descended. It wasn't hundreds. It was millions. Locusts the size of cats dropped from the sky. Their carapaces were gray, dusted with

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

Marv watched with horrified fascination as a small but extremely ugly head emerged, covered in sticky goo. Marv held out her dagger. “Get away from her, yo’ bitch!” screamed Flossie. Marv had the blade pointed at the slug-like thing crawling out of the egg. The father hissed loudly and the mother bared her fangs, but neither attacked. Flossie had her arms out, like that would stop them spraying Marv in acid. “Don’t be silly,” said Flossie. “That’s just a little babby. He won’t hurt no one.”

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe