Creepypasta Marble Hornets Novels & Stories

The voice in my bones whispered again: Decide. Kieran lurched forward. “Stop!” he barked at Mara. “You can’t—” Mara turned her head slightly. “Watch.” Selah’s jaw unhinged. A black, wet shape slid out—not a baby, not a wolf, not human—something glossy and boneless, like a leech made of shadow. It dangled from her mouth for a heartbeat, then dropped to the floor with a soft slap. Selah collapsed, coughing blood. The thing on the stone twitched, then lifted itself—upright—using joints that weren’t meant to bend that way. Its eyes opened.

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

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!"

demonic! I slowly titled my my head over my neck and I looked and who called my name. My eyes widened in awe and I was left, standing in shock that seemed me unable to move as what I saw, the horned beast, ran towards me with its scattered mouth open. Light fades. "It usually doesn't take this long." Khloe had her hand over her head, massaging it as she walked from the left corner of the living room to the right and vice versa. "You told me it took a while the first time, maybe they are just quite busy at the moment sorting things out." Maria replied.