Creepypasta Marble Hornets Novels & Stories

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?

I placed one hand on its head. Not because medicine required it. Because no one should die feeling only chains. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. The final injection worked quickly. The creature went still. No one spoke. Then another growl came from deeper in the tunnel. And another. Mara rose slowly, face pale and furious. “How many?” Caleb checked the tunnel map Daniel had pulled up. “If this was a holding site, there may be multiple chambers.” Daniel looked at me. “Can they be cured earlier in the process?”

Mara groaned dramatically and flopped backward across the mattress. “Of course we can’t. Because why would life ever let us breathe? One homicidal pack takeover wasn’t enough…we’ve also got VORTEX and their pet monsters chasing us.” Damon didn’t look amused. His voice simply stayed firm and steady. “We’re dealing with two enemies now. Draco… and VORTEX. Staying in a human hotel is a temporary shield at best. Once either side picks up our scent, this place will instantly become a death trap.” Mara sat up again and crossed her legs.

It cast sharp, clinical shadows across the linoleum, exposing every flaw, every tremor, and every ounce of the terror I was desperately trying to bury beneath my skin. ​"Alright, gorgeous, let’s get you prepped," Mara said cheerfully. Her voice was bright, a jarring contrast to the heavy, lingering horror that still choked the air in the room. She unzipped a massive, multi-tiered cosmetics case. The sharp, mechanical clack-clack-clack of plastic dividers opening sounded violently loud, echoing in my ears like a weapon being loaded.

The flying insect chased after the beast, and not long ago the entire body of the beast became covered by the whole colony of the violet hornet. Not long after that, the beast lay still on the ground as if it suddenly fell dead on the spot. When the violet hornets finally take off and flew away from the body of the lying beast, the sight surprised Audrey and her friends. What was left to the once massive and ferocious beast just a while ago, was nothing but a pile of bones.

From their shredded lower halves extended out long appendages. It opened its mouth and released a high-pitched shriek that shattered the glass of the nearby window. The children screamed when the creature launched at Xander again. He snarled as his hands caught that of the Undead monstrosity. There was a sharp pain in his temples when his horns spiraled outward and corkscrewed through his silver hair before they curled upward to a point. His skin darkened to a burnt shade of red.

He pulled out a small mirror. Ari rolled up her sleeve. Under the skin faint, like a tattoo of moonlight was a spiral crescent flanked by three dots. “The Hale Mark,” Lyra said. “It hasn’t been seen in over sixty years.” Jeremiah whistled. “Looks like things are about to get messy.” Far from the barn, in a forgotten church deep in the hills, Saris Thorne sat in a circle of wolves. They weren’t just beasts they were human beneath the fur. Pale skin, sharp eyes, mouths that could speak or kill without warning.

Drones extruded from the pages like wasps from a nest, metal bodies shining, eyes already lighting up with target locks. From a third—CARNIVAL THREATS—black water spilled, pooling unnaturally fast, and from its surface rose slick, smiling figures with mouths too wide, humming that awful siren, song in twisted carousel harmonies. It hadn’t just turned the logs loose. It had ripped open every book we’d survived and let the monsters come pouring out. Corvin was already moving, launching himself at the oncoming ghost swarm. His hand closed around the neck of the nearest one, fingers sinking into ectoplasm like it was wet cobweb, and he tore, ripping the shape in half. It dissolved into ink‑mist.

"The pain is just the expansion. Think of the contribution to science! A hive mind housed within a human vessel. You are the first of your kind. Or rather, the first of their kind." I opened my mouth to scream, to beg for a bullet, for fire, for anything to end the desecration. But no sound came out. Instead, a single, obsidian-black speck crawled out from the gap between my gum and my molar. It paused on my lower lip, its antennae twitching as it tasted the sterile, ozone-scented air of the clinic. Then, with a chillingly purposeful speed, it scurried back into the dark, hollow warmth of my throat.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”