Horror Puppet Novels & Stories

Chapter 43: Her Puppets “You got to be kidding!” I exclaimed looking at the puppet walking towards me. They have weapons like knife, sword, and bow with arrow. Some did not have any. I kept walking backward they looked scary as hell. “Are you afraid?” She was trying to crash my ego. “Of course,” unfortunately I had none. “So, you’re weak,” I wanted to smack her in her face. “Isn’t obvious— Holy COW!” One swung its sword and almost slashed my arm.

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

And yet there were many other instruments whose purpose Viktor could hardly begin to imagine. These included a human-shaped clay mannequin that had steel pins driven into it, a severed human hand mounted on a wooden base that had lit bait wicks on the fingertips, and something that looked like the skeleton of a baby. placed on a wire frame so that it resembled a macabre puppet. The addition of a bone tail and horns to the skeleton made it look even more haunting.

"A puppet curse is when someone takes your hair and blood, mixes it with a cursed talisman, and has a practitioner cast an incantation over it. Once that's done, they can control you." "At first, I thought it only affected a person's actions, but it goes further than that. Far beyond what I imagined. "It can cloud your senses at critical moments. What you see becomes an illusion. That's why I couldn't stop myself from coming to this game, and why I mistook a three for a king." That technique had long been forbidden, yet people still dragged it out of the shadows for profit, for cruelty. As soon as I finished speaking, Helen suddenly looked up at me. Tears spilled down her face.

In his massive, clawed hand, he held something dripping thick with black sludge. Marcus came in close behind, clutching a silver broadsword like it was the only sensible thing left in the world. “What is that?” I asked, my voice tight, staring at the grotesque thing as it dripped onto the Persian rug. It was an effigy. A twisted, horrifying doll made from dried swamp vines, tied together with human hair, and crowned with the bleached skull of a wolf pup. Its eye sockets glowed with sickening, unnatural purple light.

He couldn't wait to pat his storage pouch and take out a puppet as long as an adult's forearm. This puppet was like an ape, but its workmanship was rough. One could only see that it had four limbs but no tail. However, it was not that the male cultivator did it on purpose. His puppet's whole body was covered with lumps, as if there was a fester on a person's body. It made people feel creepy when they looked at it. Caspian looked around and his attention was attracted by the wisps of silver cold light in the puppet's mouth and fingertips.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

When one of their husbands tried to counter the sorcerer, he took a small mud statue from his coat pocket and poked match sticks on it. With each poke he made on the toy blood oozed like fountains from her husband's skin. The woman wailed in infecundity, pleaded the rogue to use her but to set her spouse free. Yet the libertine had different plans. He killed him by continuously piercing holes on the toy in his hands.

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

“Even the parasite. It’s got a name, but it wants to be Kujo because that’s what you call it.” “Does it have anything like a gender? I hate using it.” “Guess you may use him, because his energy is sort of masculine.” “Why were you so horrified when you first saw him?” She searched for something on her phone and showed me a picture that froze me where I stood. It was a nightmarish mix of a monstrous skeleton dog with the Alien from the movie franchise. “That’s kinda what I saw,” she said, retrieving her phone to search for something else. “And this is what he would look like for you if he could.”