Horror Puppet Novels & Stories

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?”

The shadows awakened and took the shape of petrifying ghosts. A chest-less and armless man with a face covering his mouth as big as a sewer filled with flies; teeth as large as the fangs of a vampire. His neck ended a little below his face while the area of the chest was air. Around his legs, he wore his black long hair as trousers. A black cat with one eye remained attached to her master. The earless girl stood in the middle wearing her bloodied ears on her breast; spiders ran across her body leaving nothing to the eyes. She had no iris. In her right palm, a pumpkin with eyes sat opening its huge mouth often.

The puppets moved. The mother-puppet lunged across the table and caught Andrei’s arm. He shook her away. The father-puppet rushed at him from behind and fastened to his back like a leech, trying to sink his teeth into his neck. Andrei tried to reach back and tear him away, but the creature caught his arm and twisted it. The mother-puppet dropped to her belly and crawled under the table, her teeth snapping as she sought the vulnerable flesh above his shredded boots. “Nagant!” Svetlana yelled.

Lucas moves around the room, he come across a room where the light is bright and decorated. The words on the banner sends dreadful feeling into him. He chooses not to let his fears get the best out of him. Emily trembles beside him when she read the words aloud. ' happy birthday to me' In the table in front of them is a cake with bloody fingerprints on it. Scraping sounds is heard and it is getting closer to where they are. It is like a monster is dragging its claws on the wall which is true as the monster appears in front of them. Puppets with strings attach to them, the hand controlling them appears first the lower body is next, then the upper body.

The one used in creating the zombies. He shone his eyes in terror immediately. "An X-blood is here. Master must hear of this!" He picked the maggot and a smile curled around his lips.

Period. But a vampire? They just apparently deteriorate into a sack of flesh and then bones after long enough. I was stupid enough to look it up online and instantly regretted it. When I hear the doorknob rattle, it's all I do all I can to get my shit together. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “Grandma!! Grandma’s here,” Gage shouts, as I lift my head from one wall, and take two steps back to lean it against another.

In mute horror, I fall immobile as I watch the slinking Vampire noiselessly drop behind Mei and rise to a full 6ft behind her who's still talking cluelessly. What do I do? I can't move my limbs. I'm paralyzed by fear and don't know how to tell her to watch out for the monster behind her. Drooling like a rabid animal with long white hair and flexing muscular arms spreading out behind Mei as my dread plunges. Mei makes a face, "Hm, you don't look good. I should stop with this absurd talk and not spike your-" In a horrifying flash, the Vampire grabs hold of Mei's face and yanks her head aside to drive its fangs into her neck. I scream my loudest and it instantly vanishes, retreating with Mei.

She lifted her hand, snapping her fingers once. The chamber trembled. Shadows spilled in from the archways, moving unnaturally, shifting like living things. Then they took shape—figures emerging, their movements stiff, unnatural. Puppets. Dozens of them, filling every corner of the chamber, their faces expressionless, their empty eyes locked onto us. Some bore weapons, others moved with eerie precision, their limbs jerking into position as if waiting for the command to strike. And behind them, Harper’s subordinates emerged—hooded figures, their auras pulsing with dark energy.

A puppet. Eyes glowing faintly violet and dark. Skin too smooth. Movements too precise. Nytherin. I don't know how one of those bastards even slipped out of the underworld. It turns toward me, a smirk on his lips at first, but when its eyes land on me, they widen in fear. Good. I lunge.

And yet the horrors before them eclipsed the storm’s violence. The frog-monster let out another guttural croak that vibrated in Jonah’s bones, its bulbous eyes rolling grotesquely as ichor spilled from its torn underbelly. Smaller creatures crawled along its flanks—centipede-like abominations with human hands for mandibles, and eyeless wolf carcasses reanimated by dark magic. Silas’s breath hitched. “Gods above…” “Don’t freeze now.” Jonah’s tone was sharp, masking his own fear. “We don’t have time.”