Creepypasta Marble Hornets Novels & Stories

There were hundreds. They were smaller, thinner, and utterly hairless, their pale, translucent bodies packed tightly together like a swarm of albino bats hanging over an open grave. Their six-inch ivory finger-needles were linked together, forming a living, breathing ceiling of bone and hungry mouthparts, all pulsing in rhythm with the brass pump in Malachi”s chest. They were the failure pool of the High Sanctum. The discarded, half-formed biological abominations that Dominic”s inquisitors had swept down the drains for twenty years, left to feast on the runoff of the Third Vault until they became a singular, hive-minded organism.

BANG! A loud, strange noise echoed in the silence. Everyone flinched and turned toward the source of the sound. The dim light revealed a gigantic, bizarre shadow in a gaping hole in the wall, as if it had been blown apart. Smoke billowed into the area, and when it cleared, everyone was shocked to see the monstrous experimental creature that Fah and Ton had faced in the submarine tunnel. Now, it had returned and was right in front of them. It had a hybrid shape of a human and a marine creature. Its eyes glowed a deep red, long octopus-like tentacles grew from its chin, and it had sharp claws. It lunged at the group with a deafening roar that echoed throughout the secret zone!

I was sure. I sighed and flipped it open again, running my fingers across the stiff old pages. The writing inside was tiny, neat, and definitely older than anything I had ever seen in Father’s library. Each chapter had illustrations of different beasts, creatures I’d only heard whispers of. Gargoyles, gnomes that were alive, serpent women and even sirens. None of these existed though… or did they? I could feel my head throbbing from an oncoming headache so I just shut the book and stared at the ceiling of my room.

"Camryn Chavez, right?" "Right." "I'm Torres. Stage Two. This is Jin and Marcus, both Stage One like you." She gestured at the two men. "We're clearing Sector 12 tonight. Reports of a nest, probably Class D, but we won't know until we get there." *** The deployment went smoothly. The nest turned out to be Crawlers, insect-like anomalies that swarmed in groups. We took down seven of them before dawn, and my wrist pulsed with each kill.

Chapter 146: The Shattered Hives The sound of shattering glass was a synchronized symphony of doom. Across the cavernous breeding facility, thousands of cylinders released their containment seals at once. The bioluminescent orange fluid poured onto the pristine white marble floor in a steaming, viscous wave, rushing around Natalia’s boots like a rising tide of liquid fire. From the empty husks of the vats, the obsidian monsters stepped forward. Their seven-foot metallic frames gleamed under the emergency strobes, their elongated, scythe-like claws clicking rhythmically against the stone as they caught their first scent of living prey.

They got drowned underneath the quagmire as well as the ocean of their shock, astonishment and disbelief. “Aaarrggghhkkk...!!!” Mr. Serpent Win Mara carried on squealing and squeaking with the peak of his tenor eight-octave voice tune. His whole body had been turned to a kind quite massive bullet, with red orpiment and West Medicine Land dark brown supernatural powers covering all over his body.

I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground. Hex was typically a small man who looks harmless, but he was a special breed of puca. He could shapeshift into anything, and my personal favorite was the wendigo; An eight feet tall creature, if his back weren’t hunched he would hit the ceiling of the garage, he had nothing but bones and flesh with patches of black and brown fur here and there, horns like a woodland animal, his face was skeletal, and if he weren’t too busy eating the humans, I would have almost called him cute.

The man with the horn froze upon realizing that the truth of the corpses was exposed. He started playing the horn faster. The corpses pounced right at Harvey. “The same trick won’t work twice.” Harvey stepped on a tile on the ground. Crack! It shattered into pieces, flying all over the place. The shards lodged right into the corpses’ throats. Small worms, invisible to the naked eye, started exploding. At the same time, the roaring corpses instantly went limp before falling to the ground, as if they had lost all strength.

A noose made of braided silk, soaked in the tears she was no longer capable of shedding. They say the souls of the thirteen still roam the halls, though it’s her lover’s cries that haunt the deepest corners. Sometimes, if you walk the corridors alone, you might hear the faint plucking of strings, a song that begins sweet but always ends in a scream. “Thornhall doesn’t let its ghosts rest. It feeds on them, the way it feeds on the roses. And if you stay too long, it’ll feed on you, too,” says Mala, the fifteen year old handmaid, her voice pitched low, her eyes wide with mock terror before she bursts into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

“Per hearsay, it was an ambush led by a lone higher Vampire young master Devon’s been hunting. It’s the voracious Crimson Plague” Lone Vampire Devon’s been hunting? Voracious Crimson Plague…Alarm arrests my being at once as my hands fly to my agape mouth. Could it be, Andreas?