Creepypasta Marble Hornets Novels & Stories

Shane whispered to her pointy ears. Mara felt like crying. It's been years since the last time she saw something like this. It's been so long since she looked at someone, bathing at her own blood. It's just been so long that she suddenly felt weak by just imagining how painful it has been for the poor gorgon. She picked some random flowers and then placed it on the gorgons corpse. She then took the eggs just in case someone or something comes to turn them into a meal. "Let's go," She said in a cold manner while carefully carrying the eggs.

As soon as I step back out, I mark the entrance with an X and move on. Heading back in the direction we came from, I gasp when I hear the sound of scurrying feet. I’m not the kind of person who is usually scared of bugs or creepy crawlies, but the sound is so loud that I freak out and flatten my back against the wall. When Sahara and Marael kidnapped us last year, they took us to a mountain range in hell, where we saw many horrifying creatures. There were a few that, up to now, I hope I never have to see again. One of the ones that creeped me out the most were these little demonic-looking insects that looked like large centipedes. The sounds emitting around me sound like those creatures. Try

Wise nodded knowingly, his eyes fixed on the swarm above. "Ah, yes. Variant Royal Hornets," he confirmed, his voice carrying the weight of ancient knowledge. It was all there, hidden within the pages of the Necrosmith class, waiting to be discovered. [Variant Royal Hornets] Nestled deep within the lush rainforests, these magnificent creatures thrive in tranquility, diligently toiling away. Their resilient exoskeletons serve as impenetrable shields, impervious to anything but the scorching touch of top-tier flames. These majestic insects reign over the tropical forest, proudly boasting their colossal stature among their kin.

Yet, the cave's spaciousness hinted at its potential to harbor hundreds of hidden individuals undetected. "Puh-puh!" A faint noise echoed ahead, indicating a presence. Despite the dim lighting, Alexander remained vigilant, anticipating the unforeseen. As the sound drew nearer, a fragrant aroma permeated the air, followed by the appearance of hand-sized moths. These were Dark Night Devil Butterflies. Alexander was familiar with their deadly capabilities. Its powder could clog the brain and heart blood vessels, causing sudden death. He steeled himself, unleashing his fiery aura to repel the toxic powder they emitted.

He was wheezing in a puddle of his own blood but started to laugh manically whilst splattering ichor when he saw aid coming to him. Bloody bastards, I am surrounded by winged, creepy, gremlin-like creatures who had the same eyes as Sentaya. I shifted back to my Lycan. Norgarth gasped before he lost consciousness, and the feisty horde of little fuckers jumped on me. Marcellus watched it all calmly. I slashed and ripped their heads off one by one, causing an explosive bloodbath within my protective shield. The shield is now cracked, engulfed by necromancy gust inside out and full of pesky little rascals. Mush, blood and guts of goblins now entwined with their gooey, sleazy essence. I was engul

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

"In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them." "So, they are like you and Arlo?" "Sort of, but once the host loses its life energy, the carcurus will use it as its body like a puppet." That's fucking creepy. "How the hell did this happen?" "My guess, even though these boys only took a whiff of the miasma, it didn't have the chance to turn the boys into ferals. Those hunks got there on time." When Saye says hunks, she is referring to Dominic and Malik.

But they had left a dirty trail everywhere that day, because they were rodents and rodents always left a trail. That was the beginning. The beginning when he knew everyone wanted him dead, the fucking universe wanted him dead, if it could it would kill him the cruelest way possible. Marcel's maroon eyes contorted into a smoldering glare. Rodents smelt….. Rodents always smelt far too badly…. Now which kind of rodent had sneaked into the lord's house? He turned his head around. His gaze sharpened. The creatures before his sight were not the rodents he was expecting. They were creatures crafted like shadows. Without faces, just in humanoid form.

I paused before adding, “I will try to question one of them when I go down to the dungeons.” “Okay, so you mean to say that thing is a zombie? What’s a zombie?” Lucas intervened, sounding confused and completely out of it. “A human turned creature.” Cassandra simply said. “Turned? Who turned them into creatures?” Lucas arched an inquiring eyebrow at her. “Well, we questioned one of them already. According to him, the Moon Howlers are experimenting on some humans and injecting them with some kind of venom which is turning them into those creatures but we still need to confirm that.” She told him about it but not before looking at me for consent to do so.

"Clang!" The muffled sound was nonetheless ear-piercing at night. Three to five Corpse Puppets had blocked their escape in a split second. The will-o'-the-wisp inside their eye sockets flared and their bodies seemed to have become entirely steel. The clanking of their limbs also alarmed the people on the faraway altars. "Intruders!"