Creepypasta The Puppeteer Novels & Stories

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Vivianne’s face flushed a deep crimson as a sudden surge of raw desire completely overwhelmed her. She no longer felt even a shred of guilt. With shaking hands, she began unbuttoning Kaelus’s shirt one by one, revealing the powerful warrior's torso, already slicked with sweat. The effect of the potion was overwhelmingly potent. Kaelus no longer perceived the woman before him as his sister-in-law. Under the magical influence of the Fosteriana liquid, Kaelus's crimson eyes, which were usually filled with sharp vigilance, grew dull—veiled by a thick, dark haze of unbridled lust.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes flickered. “They… they…” she stammered, inching backwards. “We want peace… You want chaos… let the chaos begin.” Kimberly gasped as the walls turned, objects flew in the air, voices laughed, and drum sounds echoed in the distance. “Don’t come closer… don’t,” she stammered, inching backwards. “Come, Kimberly… It’s time to dance with your puppet,” the couple announced. Cold chills ran down Kimberly’s spine as her eyes came face-to-face with the puppet.

Hilbert paused for a while, before asking, “Lady Marina, what kind of puppet do you mean? Isn’t a doll puppet? Or you have something in mind?” He inquired, looking a bit confused but he does seems have the means. I smiled and said unhurriedly, “A puppet made by a witch, I prefer a the size of a kid. A puppet that is suitable for an elemental spirit.” There, I put all my intention and request. I’m not afraid of him reporting me to the church or anything. Nobles are known for having a quite bizarre hobbies and secrets. I look at him calmly.

(THE UNKNOWN COMMANDMENTS) “WAKE UP.” To the icy whisper of her voice as she breathes a life unto a lifeless doll where the image resembles hers. The puppet by which is the puppeteer had finally been complete. Opening her eyes reflecting the perfection of her being the doll, a puppet, and a soulless creation. In her glassy grey-green eyes, the artificial soul was created from a part of her creator and master. The doll formed to be a perfect vessel, and the job as the puppet’s puppeteer will continue the flow of time and the plans of the responsible beings who took their turns playing their strategy in the game of chess they are unknowingly playing.

From their stiff and pale faces and their mechanical movements, they were clearly long-dead corpses turned into puppets! A distance away, Patrick and Frederic were watching him leisurely. Patrick’s eyes flashed with a cruel glint as he said sinisterly, “Enjoy this feast, Andrius Moonshade! “After you die, I’ll turn you into a puppet to avenge my disciple! “With your strength...”

While studying those photos, Alpha Cedrick moves out of his seat and stood behind Cecelia. "Let me explain to everyone about those photos." he uttered. "recently, our police authorities have encountered that this organization called 'The Alpha's Puppets' are on the loose again after how many years of being dormant. Someone killed the Secretary of Defense by one of the alpha's puppets." "But recently we found that they were not dormant within those eight years. They kidnapped kids to get experimented on. Turning them into a monster just like Lalaine, Julian, and Jelian. But the three were considered failed experiments, that is why they were sent back outside." Madam Mayor added.

I scooted closer as our voices dropped to a low whisper. “Well.” She looked behind her to make sure Sam and Mrs. Cannon weren’t coming back, “This one guy said this morning, that the Delazar’s are creating trouble in Shadowcreek right now. They are tearing up the town looking for Hunter. He’s a big deal in their clan, Jay. He’s the leader of their reapers, the list holder. But I think he’s even more than that.”

I watched as it screamed in agony, its body convulsing as if it were being burned from the inside. The pressure on my shoulders lessened, and I seized the opportunity. With a swift movement, I grabbed my dagger and plunged it into the puppet’s heart. The puppet let out a final, piercing scream before going completely still. I pushed its lifeless body off me and lay there for a moment, gasping for breath. Relief flooded through me, but it was short-lived. As I sat up, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. The puppet's hair, now splayed out on the ground, was a familiar shade of auburn. My heart pounded as I leaned closer, my eyes widening in shock. I reached out with trembling fing

No doubt, this must be the room where the puppeteer is. I slip back into the shadows and weave my way through the shadows until I am past the door. A knife heads in my direction, and I jump out of the shadows to dodge the attack. “A hunter with a shadow step? Now that’s interesting.” The puppeteer is just like I saw in my vision. He is possessed by one of the sponsors of this exam, and as far as I know, that man is dead. What a fool. He must have succumbed to his greed, allowing this demon to take over his body.