Creepypasta The Puppeteer Novels & Stories

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"Placido, what the heck went on down here, man?" Senna said as he stormed into the basement of his nightclub with two security guards strolling behind him. Everyone quickly turned their attention to him. "The Puppeteer happened," Placido responded. "And Amanda?" "Gone. He took her with him." "Damn! I don't get it. The Puppeteer is just one man. He should've been outmanned and outgunned." "Yes, and he was all those things, outnumbered and outgunned, but boss, I'm telling you, this guy's reflexes are out of this world. He's fast, like one of those guys in the matrix."

But the pain didn’t exist there, moreover her hands were placed at the center of her chest between her heart and mana core. Her body started to transform, turning into an inhuman monster that was described by rumors as the “Mist Creeper” a being that could not be defeated with just blade and magic. The Mist Creeper was notorious for devouring adventurers and removing their sanity. But it was supposedly only rumors told by adventurers to look better or to give themselves something to boast about, up until they saw the real thing. Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu.

I shout, he looks down at the ground and shockingly begins to cry. I move even further away slightly feeling like this was gonna take a bad turn, he wipes his eyes looking at me tears rolling down his face. "Layla listen to me, I know the things I do are scary but I always have yours and Gabbie's best interests at heart" he starts, I stare at him utterly confused, who the heck is he taking about?! "I know you hate the life I live but it's just this one last job, you'll wait outside with Gabbie and straight after it's done we'll run away with each other" he cries, but he wasn't looking at me he was looking around the woods, is this guy hallucinating? "I know baby but trust me, nothing is gonn

To the Enforcer, it clearly looked like the hesitation of a troubled mind. He sighed, his demeanor becoming carefully detached. “I would suggest you seek a Healer’s counsel at the infirmary first. If there was a failure in a sacred rite, we can involve the Elder Council. But likely… your wolf is grieving, creating phantoms to fill a hollow den.” “No. I am reporting a pup-theft! A violation of the Bloodline Laws!” “Please, remain calm—” “I am calm!” I slammed my palm on the stone counter. The sound cracked through the hall. “The Seer Seraphina of the Moon Circle stole my pup! Investigate her!”

She clenched her fists so hard her nails broke against her palms, and her screams remained strangled in the back of her throat. ​Only when her back was a shapeless mass of gore did the middle-aged man stop. ​"Your blood is too holy to be wasted on this filthy floor," the Pope said, drawing a dagger with a serrated blade. "Have you discovered why the monster seeks you?" ​"No." ​"Seduce him. Make him confess." ​Without mercy, the Pope grabbed Elenor’s wrist and pressed the jagged blade against her pulse. He didn't slice quickly, but pressed down slowly instead, sawing back and forth.

Deagon told me congratulations and handed me my satin box. "You will only have one collection your first week, two the second week and so on. I'm certain you'll be exceptional dear," he winked and put the box on my desk along with a silver pocket watch and micro thin clear gloves. I lifted my gloves and marveled at the material. Once all the boxes were distributed Deagon told the class loudly,"Always remember that young human children, pets and those that have ever had a brush with death or are dying can see you without your gloves. Congratulations, you all are free to begin your reaping." Jenna jumped up grabbing my hands and danced around. I pulled away from her and felt like my reaper box

In order to stay alive, Abner and Alaric defended against the puppet, but their battle stretched across a day and a night without any signs of progress. Instead, their spiritual energy reserves were dwindling dangerously low, hence their mounting apprehension. The corpse puppet had spent over half a month relentlessly slaughtering practitioners and civilians in Eastplain, which led to an increase in its intelligence and power. The puppet grinned menacingly. "You are both very resilient. Your deaths are the perfect offerings for the flag!" No sooner had it spoken than the corpse puppet materialized before Abner. Clouded in a dense, dark green, poisonous mist, the puppet had virtually teleport

It looked new and clean and there was no scent of rotting meat or blood , which could only mean one thing - the puppet was instilled in her body just recently . And that too when she was asleep . Chelsea tried to think that of any other culprit but the more she thought the more she realized that the only person who could do something so outrageous without even showing her face was none other than Marge . Marge was the head maid , meaning she clearly had the keys to everyone's rooms , even her's .If Marge wanted to enter her room and implant the puppet , it would be as easy as cutting a pie for that old witch . But , just as Rogue said , she didn't has any prove and when there was no prove in

This is what I know how to do, push until something breaks and create conflict where I can control the outcome. But then footsteps echo from downstairs, and Clara's voice calls up cheerfully. "Boys! Dinner!”