Horror Puppet Novels & Stories

He was something else. He bit into my arm, right through to the bone, and tried to rip it off. I countered, sinking my fangs in his neck and ripping him off me. I dove into him, clawing at his chest. I tore his side open and my eyes widened in shock. His heart was not beating. It was black and cold. This was not demon blood—this was powerful sorcery. My half-uncle was an animated puppet. He wasn’t alive … he was dead. No wonder he attacked his own daughter. It wasn’t him. It suddenly hit me. This was a distraction! He was used to draw me away from Allissa. Fear struck my heart as panic set in. My mate, who was in labor and defenseless, was in danger.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

After that, Philip noticed that the person who spoke just now was no longer simply trapped in an illusion but had become one with the scarecrow. The scarecrow was covered in a layer of blood mist. Raven walked up to Philip’s side and said, “This is a parasitic scarecrow. In our assassination world, there’s a profession called the puppeteer, and this parasitic scarecrow is their specialty.” With Raven's explanation, Philip finally understood what the parasitic scarecrow was capable of.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

It was so liberating for him, that little by little and without realizing it, he began to shout it. "I am not a monster! I am not a monster!" He was screaming, louder and louder. Convinced for some strange reason that he was not a freak. Jonah ran out of his house and screamed that he was not a monster. He was running so fast that he had to hold Alma's head in his hand so that it wouldn't bother him. The people who saw him pass by looked at him strangely, his presence provoking disgust. But the children were afraid to see him. They wondered in their innocent little minds who was that strange little man, who possessed the color of the night and carried on his shoulder a strange head?

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

The blood energy on his body surged up in the next instant, and all three thousand wraith puppets roared one after another, twisting and joining to form a giant wraith puppet at least five meters high. Moreover, this puppet was different from the previous ones. It was a physical manifestation. There was no need for the spiritual eye. Even ordinary people could see it with their naked eyes. “Roar!” The gigantic wraith puppet roared. Its mouth opened wide, black air surging forward. “Ahhhh—” “What the hell is that?!” “It… I-It looks like a demon, Blood Devourer, from the Blood Cult!” It was Travis, who was more knowledgeable on this matter, who called out.

But as the first ghost sat down, he changed into an ugly creature. It had an oblong head with short tentacles all around its face and head, leaving space for only the ugly eyes, which looked rotten. The body was like that of a big octopus with long tentacles. My fangs came out in defense as I was filled with horror and fear gripped me as it opened its mouth, which was filled with tiny jam-packed teeth and a black fork tongue. “Move to the next ghost, or I'll eat you up. Werewolves’ meat tastes the best, you know.” The first ghost, threatened as the tiny teardrop went into his mouth like a ball.

Alain’s description sounded quite terrifying. Alain suddenly recalled something. "I remember my grandfather mentioning that about 30 years ago, a group of marionettes appeared. They were humanoid figures, but with nothing but bones and skin. They looked alive but had no thoughts of their own. They would kill anyone they saw as if controlled by someone, causing widespread fear."

I burst out laughing. "You think Tom sent that text? That was me." Jacob's face went slack. "You don't mean Edgar…" Exactly. I killed Edgar. As a kid, I used to torture animals, watching them writhe and die in pain. It wasn't that the idea of doing it to people had never crossed my mind. I found doing it myself to be boring. Getting others to do it was the real high. Toying with someone's mind and keeping them in my palm was what hooked me.