Creepypasta Marble Hornets Novels & Stories

"There are two types of demons; the horned demons and the hornless demons." "Oh," Maria breathed. "Yes. I'm part of the hornless demons." For a while now, Maria had been wondering what Elizabeth, Bran's lover, was and then she'd met Olivia and the woman didn't have horns too. She'd been confused, wondering whether they were actually part of the demons or other creatures of the lore, but now she knew. A knock on the door disrupted Maria's thoughts and she didn't even have it in her to act surprised when the same guard who had taken her to the living room that day—the guard stationed outside her room—poked his head in and told her that Corey was asking for her.

Ground trembled ominous prelude, ruins-plaza shuddering cataclysm as below-cracks spiderwebbed volcanic wider—armored shadows erupting horde-feral: evolved abominations surging, coven-ghost shells plated hunger-black chitin pulsing vein-threads throbbing like engorged cocks, maws razor-multifold upgraded plasma-fanged dripping corrosive drool that bubbled flesh-melt on stone, numbers doubling swarm-insane. “Second wave—armored evo-horde!” Jenkins bellowed guttural war-cry, hex-blades reigniting plasma-dual screaming thirst, charging left-flank berserk with Mara axe-whirlwind decapitating lead chitin-beast fountain black-ichor arterial. “Flank ‘em—rip chitin-veins!” Sofia's tattoos blazed bin

BOOOOOOMMMMM "These crazy bastards!" The horned demon angrily stomped on one of the human corpses until it was crushed. He was furious because he couldn't see the despair of these people; instead, they killed almost half of them before dying, and ten people managed to escape, which made him even angrier.

With a cloth stuffed in his mouth. He saw there were two men sitting on the high chairs. They were just looking at him but they were too intimidating. He remembered how much he cried for Adam to untie him, to leave him, to send him back to Stephen. Speaking of Stephen. Another wave of shock trembled passed his body. He saw Stephen was thrown on the ground. He was hurt. He was choked. And then he bit Adam. His eyes turned yellow. His fangs elongated. And he killed Adam?

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

To make places like these are so expensive that only large guilds and noble families could have them. Inside the warehouse, Xasha saw beast corpses laid out on endless shelves stacked from floor to ceiling. The corpses were arranged from smallest to largest with smallest at the front. He walked to the first table he saw green wasp, it was a Murder Hornet, they were not powerful but they were fast and attacked it groups numbering in the tens of thousands. There were only 33 murder Hornets here and most of them were burned to a crisp. Xasha was observed one hornet, the burn damage one this hornet's body was not that bad, so he could see it's original features, he magnified his vision and start

That will be a surprise for when the Red One arrives. I continue barking out orders, directing acolytes and warriors to prepare the scene for the Crones’ arrival, as well as for the creatures that will come after to clean up. The rougarou. Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie. The Honey Island Swamp Monster. The Grunch. Flatboat Annie. Letiche. All of them will take their share of the sacrifices. The persistent buzzing at the back of my mind from the coin grates on my nerves like an annoying fly. With a growl, I yank the chain from around my neck and hurl the coin across the room.

VINES – DO NOT DROP. I drop it. It’s every bit as glorious as you’d hope. The crate lands half on Bren’s foot and pops the lid. A green-brown spill of thorned pods rolls across the barley like a cloud of very motivated hedgehogs. Bren swears. He hops. He goes down. He tries to claw them out and discovers the second joke. The little bastards want to go deeper if you tickle them. Mara uses the beat to cut his hamstring with the sort of professional tidiness that makes me love her a little.