Marble Hornets Characters Novels & Stories

"Well, I do!" Before Noah could raise the iron mortar again, Francis reached across the counter. Noah flinched, bracing for a strike, but Francis didn't grab him. Instead, Francis’s large, calloused hand gently cupped the back of Noah's neck, forcing him to duck down just as a sharp, ozone-scented pop echoed through the room.

He was on his feet in a second, charging, his horns lowered, and he hit Margit's midsection and drove her back. The room became chaos. Water everywhere. Stone cracking. Two beasts fighting one, clawing, goring, biting. Margit was fast and she was old and she was strong. She wrapped around Harlan, coiling, squeezing, and he howled and his claws raked her but she held. Dane charged again, his horns catching her, lifting, and she released Harlan and turned on Dane, her jaws closing on his shoulder, and he roared.

"There are two types of demons; the horned demons and the hornless demons." "Oh," Maria breathed. "Yes. I'm part of the hornless demons." For a while now, Maria had been wondering what Elizabeth, Bran's lover, was and then she'd met Olivia and the woman didn't have horns too. She'd been confused, wondering whether they were actually part of the demons or other creatures of the lore, but now she knew. A knock on the door disrupted Maria's thoughts and she didn't even have it in her to act surprised when the same guard who had taken her to the living room that day—the guard stationed outside her room—poked his head in and told her that Corey was asking for her.

They moved with impossible speed. The first was tall and broad-shouldered, with short dark hair and the calm focus of someone who had seen combat. He drove a makeshift spear straight through the creature’s chest. The second was leaner, with messy blond hair and a cocky grin even in the middle of hell. He tossed a glowing knife that embedded itself in another monster’s skull. They reached me in seconds. The dark-haired one pulled me to my feet. “You’re the Architect,” he said, voice steady despite the chaos. “I felt the bond form. Name’s Marcus.”

There’s blood on his claws, I know they are not his, and the ferocity in his gaze is foreign, quite strange in fact, since it’s been years since I’ve seen father in his full form, even on a full moon. I feel my own claws slide in when he surveys the scene in front of him, while his face darkens; anger or disappointment, I can’t tell. But his nostrils flare on spotting the wolf next to Ronn. My ears twitch at the sound of more arrivals; a rather odd pair, Haron and Charlin. Their eyes fall on the carnage in the camp, but they don’t look horrified or surprised. Harlin looks sad while Charlin looks…thrilled? I can’t tell as well; not with their eyes glowing and fur surrounding their face.

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

I manage a glancing blow to her abdomen that slides off her hip as she attacks, and wind up with two more prongs stuck in my chest for my efforts. “Do you mind?” I jerk these spikes out, send them flying at her like knives, end over end, growing more impatient and annoyed as one she dodges with an agile twist of her shoulders, and the other she bats away with the staff. “Can we stop with the horn thing? I’ve had enough of it.” “Scarcely my fault you made a monster.”

My grandmother was bleeding from multiple wounds, her movements becoming sluggish. We were losing. Then the factory wall exploded inward. Not from specialists. From something else. Wolves poured through the breach. Not pack wolves. Not specialists. Rogues. Dozens of them. Moving with coordinated purpose that suggested this was not random. This was planned. Leading them was a figure I recognized from Dante's club. Mara. She shifted to human form, weapons blazing. "Moretti sends his regards. And a reminder that anyone who attacks his assets faces consequences."

BELLA A war horn echoed through the ruins. And then, chaos. The archways burst open as warriors flooded in—my brothers leading the charge. Lennon’s blade was the first to strike, cutting down the nearest puppet. Kieran and Tobias followed, their warriors sweeping through the chamber, carving a path through Evelyn’s forces. Kai wasted no time. He lunged at Harper, their blades clashing in a furious blur of steel. Hunter tore into the puppets, his awakened power surging through him, cutting them down with terrifying efficiency.

Wise nodded knowingly, his eyes fixed on the swarm above. "Ah, yes. Variant Royal Hornets," he confirmed, his voice carrying the weight of ancient knowledge. It was all there, hidden within the pages of the Necrosmith class, waiting to be discovered. [Variant Royal Hornets] Nestled deep within the lush rainforests, these magnificent creatures thrive in tranquility, diligently toiling away. Their resilient exoskeletons serve as impenetrable shields, impervious to anything but the scorching touch of top-tier flames. These majestic insects reign over the tropical forest, proudly boasting their colossal stature among their kin.