Horror Puppet Novels & Stories

She had killed two men but they were still trying to rise, she had the sense to rip through their spines, making them immobile. I tore the one in front of me into two, if they weren’t real wolves then there was no need to hold back. The next one that came for me landed a cut at my back but I ripped his head clean off, his broken fingers still clutched at my hand. “These are puppets, is this necromancy?” Mara gasped, her chest heaving. And then as we killed off another set, my eyes noted the dealer coming out of the warehouse. There was something about him, and I didn’t think he was a dealer at all.

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

The more she realized that Marge was a rather scary woman , she could actually sell a ten year old to a disgusting place without batting an eye and there was the thing with the puppet that fell out of her body . If she was correct , the last attempt was failed when she killed the man who was sent out to instill that puppet in her body then where did this puppet came from ? When she returned home , she has quite carefully examined it and that puppet was quite different from the one that fell out from Sabrina 's body . 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 .

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Shier hollered and hit her with the whip one more time. “Argh—Da—” Becca flinched when another lash hit her. “The vampire potion, isn’t that what the vampire wants? That potion was created by your godmother, who was a four-hundred and eighty-year-old vampire, and she was your mother’s best friend. She injected the potion into your mother when she was pregnant with you. That woman put my wife in danger!” Shier yelled and continued hitting her, as Becca had tears leaching out of her eyes.

One of them toppled off of the truck and rolled to where Jake was standing. He took a moment to look at it with its carved out eyes and mouth designed to give a demonic appearance but this looked as if it was grinning at him, mocking him. You fucking idiot! Why do you hate Halloween! Don't worry, the pumpkin didn't speak but it might as well have as Jake looked at it from a different angle and thought it could actually be in a world of pain. One that humans had no idea about. How I miss the days when all you had to worry about was going down some hungry human's throat and now I'm being cut up like a freak!

I felt my pupils losing focus, unable to see the face that was close to mine, only feeling the cold touch in the blurry world. He was not in a hurry to ‘bite’ me. I could tell from his slow movements. He started with my hair, he brushed aside my hair, rubbing his nose in it, inhaling so hard that I felt like he would suck off my scalp. Then it was my forehead, he kissed me gently, like a priest kissing a believer, licking my forehead with devotion and tenderness. The feeling was too frightening. I was plunged into a vortex of desire and terror. The short-lived strokes drove me wild and horny, but the frosty touch repeatedly warned me, time and time again, that this entity was not human.

The command entered their ears. Standing behind Mystic Vale, the three three-meter-tall Ultimate Zombie Puppets simultaneously let out a dull, soulless roar! Their bodies shuddered as the black iron armor on their surfaces clashed loudly. The ghostly green bone spurs at their joints surged outward by several inches, and the Soul-devouring Flame embedded in their eye sockets suddenly flared, transforming into two blazing masses of green fire. Without hesitation, without doubt, without fear, the three magical puppets rose into the air like three colossal black mountains, carrying a terrifying pressure that tore through space as they brutally smashed toward Carl atop the stone platform!