Marble Hornets Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I wrapped my hand around his throat and let my nails elongate enough to pierce his skin, his blood beginning to drip down, staining my white shirt. The smell was intoxicating to my inner demon, and he wanted more. I saw the guys behind us trying to scramble away, but to their surprise, I had made the door disappear so there was nothing but four walls surrounding us. Their fear was enough to make me laugh, dropping the man in my clutch and throwing him into the wall. I wasn’t done with the one that I had started with, but my demon wanted the blood of Bradley more than anything.

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.

But they had left a dirty trail everywhere that day, because they were rodents and rodents always left a trail. That was the beginning. The beginning when he knew everyone wanted him dead, the fucking universe wanted him dead, if it could it would kill him the cruelest way possible. Marcel's maroon eyes contorted into a smoldering glare. Rodents smelt….. Rodents always smelt far too badly…. Now which kind of rodent had sneaked into the lord's house? He turned his head around. His gaze sharpened. The creatures before his sight were not the rodents he was expecting. They were creatures crafted like shadows. Without faces, just in humanoid form.

Shane whispered to her pointy ears. Mara felt like crying. It's been years since the last time she saw something like this. It's been so long since she looked at someone, bathing at her own blood. It's just been so long that she suddenly felt weak by just imagining how painful it has been for the poor gorgon. She picked some random flowers and then placed it on the gorgons corpse. She then took the eggs just in case someone or something comes to turn them into a meal. "Let's go," She said in a cold manner while carefully carrying the eggs.

“Doesn’t matter. Now that we destroyed that stupid statue, Hughley can get us out of here. Come on let us go find him “June said. She said those words, the ground underneath them began to rumble. Only this time, humanoid creatures with pointy ears and grey, purple skin sprouted out of the ground. “How the heck is Trask doing this? “June asked. “Let’s not wait long enough to find out,” April G said The girls ran out of the Dean’s office ask the demonic horde broke through the school walls to apprehend them. “I do not think these guys are going to let us walk away,” Madison said to her sisters.

“Doesn’t matter. Now that we destroyed that stupid statue, Hughley can get us out of here. Come on let us go find him “June said. She said those words, the ground underneath them began to rumble. Only this time, humanoid creatures with pointy ears and grey, purple skin sprouted out of the ground. “How the heck is Trask doing this? “June asked. “Let’s not wait long enough to find out,” April G said The girls ran out of the Dean’s office ask the demonic horde broke through the school walls to apprehend them. “I do not think these guys are going to let us walk away,” Madison said to her sisters.

Amara stabs at creatures that manage to slip by while I continue to cut at the horde. Haley manages to awaken at some point and lets Amara slowly push her out of the corridor until we reach a wide hallway. While I continue to fight, I follow them. Regrettably, as soon as the bottleneck we caused in the corridor clears, the creatures flood out like a horde of bees. The swarm of Frankenstein creatures, including the ones that haunted us earlier, attack from every angle. As we hack at them, blood splatters and limbs fly everywhere. The fight goes on forever. It feels like a neverending influx of creatures is attacking.

The voice in my bones whispered again: Decide. Kieran lurched forward. “Stop!” he barked at Mara. “You can’t—” Mara turned her head slightly. “Watch.” Selah’s jaw unhinged. A black, wet shape slid out—not a baby, not a wolf, not human—something glossy and boneless, like a leech made of shadow. It dangled from her mouth for a heartbeat, then dropped to the floor with a soft slap. Selah collapsed, coughing blood. The thing on the stone twitched, then lifted itself—upright—using joints that weren’t meant to bend that way. Its eyes opened.

But right now the large group frolicked about mindless of the pending danger waiting for the sign to attack. The portal would active again closer to the time they would take it. This way if a Fae with the ability to sense magic were nearby, they’d not sense the portal’s magic. Ian found out that where were some Fae that devoured magic for pleasure. Since most Fae didn’t experience feelings like most other races, to feel pleasure often elicited an addiction reaction. That pleasure became their drug of choice. Devouring the magic often went overboard and the magical being would become injured or die. Now they stood there watching and waiting for the elusive horns. Time felt drawn out and that

My mate is very close to reaching her breaking point. It worries me that she’s not talking, but at least she didn’t put her walls back up. She’s allowing me to feel it all, and it’s devastating. We found three more of those creatures before nightfall. Mara killed two, Oberon killed the third one. We dragged the slimy brain corpse thing in under a ledge, and set it on fire. It was revolting. Our method wasn’t as effective as Mara’s magic, we couldn't seem to burn the whole thing, but she wasn't able to release another one. By that point she had already reached her limits - emotionally, physically, and magically, she couldn’t keep going.