Novel & Cerita Creepypasta Marble Hornets

Riven looked murderous but pulled back. Deeper inside the ruins Thorne found ancient carvings on the wall. He went pale. Mara saw them too and both hid their reactions fast. One carving showed two wolves under a shattered moon. Another showed black veins spreading through a king. But the third picture froze Mara completely. It showed children strapped down for experiments. And standing beside them a much younger Mara. More creatures attacked suddenly forcing the group to run through collapsing tunnels. Orion fought beside Lucien striking with ease. Riven did not trust him one bit. Orion noticed and grinned. "Still worried I will steal him away brother?"

The groan of the buckling lab door was a death knell. Outside, the corridor was a river of shuffling bodies, a grotesque tide of once-proud warriors reduced to mindless puppets. Their collective, desperate strength was immense. With a final, earsplitting shriek of tortured metal, the blast door tore from its hinges and crashed to the floor. The horde poured in. Jack and Marcus were instantly back-to-back, a tiny island in a sea of grasping claws and vacant, glowing red eyes. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the low, guttural moans of the damned.

He kissed my cheek, and I ran to tell mother everything about my day. Darkness fell over the dream, and I felt a dark pull. My heart rate quickened; my breath deepened. There was a dim light in the distance, so small I couldn’t gauge how far away it was. I walked and walked, and the light barely changed. I began to panic and felt like I was drowning. A box appeared around me and started filling with water. I couldn’t break the glass; the water was being pumped in through a pipe too big for me to block with anything. Then a light turned on, and in front of the box stood Claire, Lucas, and Dan. I began to lift with the rising water. It wasn’t long before the box was almost full, and I took my

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

Nagar halted in his tracks and aimed at the same direction as well. It was a carapace or a nest of some kind which was full of holes. He could see cobwebs forming at the top and bottom of the accursed thing. He observed it cautiously, the hairs in his skin standing up in disgust. It looked like a hornet's nest but the coloration of the object looked sickly and unnatural. Strangely, the texture was comparable to a starfish's. While observing it, he noticed movement from the clustered tiny holes. They crawled out like maggots, moving and squirming before retracting back in the dark. "That was the most creepiest shit I've seen so far." Nagar said as he stared in wonder.

But right now the large group frolicked about mindless of the pending danger waiting for the sign to attack. The portal would active again closer to the time they would take it. This way if a Fae with the ability to sense magic were nearby, they’d not sense the portal’s magic. Ian found out that where were some Fae that devoured magic for pleasure. Since most Fae didn’t experience feelings like most other races, to feel pleasure often elicited an addiction reaction. That pleasure became their drug of choice. Devouring the magic often went overboard and the magical being would become injured or die. Now they stood there watching and waiting for the elusive horns. Time felt drawn out and that

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

Eyes popping ; her mouth opened in a silent scream , she backed away . Malcolm's head had ejected itself , detaching itself from the body , and the creature whatever it was squirted out its head from the gaping hole , where Malcolm's head was a few seconds ago . Bits and pieces of flesh and blood spattered on the dome , drenching Chelsea in a shower of blood . And emerged a Spider the size of an elephant , eight-eyed, eight-legged, black, hairy, gigantic. Clicking its pincers. Its appearance was similar to that of a tarantula but only a lot bigger and dangerous , and the most funny thing -

Might want to call the cops. "Honey, who are you texting?" Chester snarled, his face twisted into something dark and chilling by the phone's glow. This whole new life spiel was nothing but a con. I was trapped in a real-life Truman Show. I lashed out with a fierce kick at Chester. He screamed in agony, doubling over, his face a mask of pain. "Chester!"

the Healer asked, the hand that held his weapon moving nervously. “That must be the signal,” Jo said, turning around to look behind her. “What signal?” Scott’s question hung in the air as an onslaught of motion and fury began all around them. The creatures. They sprang out of the walls, the ceilings, and the floors, taking form as they began to move toward the doorway that they’d just come through, which really wasn’t a doorway now as much as it was just a dark opening. The monsters seemed not to pay any attention whatsoever to the three humans standing in the middle of the passageway as they darted around them, heading into the tunnels. In this light, it was easier to see their features. Mo