Marble Hornets Creepypasta Novels & Stories

From the depths of the portal, nightmarish creatures began to emerge—twisted forms of beasts that seemed to be born from the darkest nightmares. “Behold!” Drax’s voice boomed, resonating with a sinister glee. “You think you can stand against me? I will unleash a horde that will drown you in despair!” Xienma’s heart sank as she took in the grotesque figures that crawled forth—monsters with jagged teeth, eyes that glimmered like shards of broken glass, and bodies that seemed to distort and shift. The very essence of fear radiated from them, and she felt the weight of dread settle over her like a heavy cloak.

VINES – DO NOT DROP. I drop it. It’s every bit as glorious as you’d hope. The crate lands half on Bren’s foot and pops the lid. A green-brown spill of thorned pods rolls across the barley like a cloud of very motivated hedgehogs. Bren swears. He hops. He goes down. He tries to claw them out and discovers the second joke. The little bastards want to go deeper if you tickle them. Mara uses the beat to cut his hamstring with the sort of professional tidiness that makes me love her a little.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

BANG! A loud, strange noise echoed in the silence. Everyone flinched and turned toward the source of the sound. The dim light revealed a gigantic, bizarre shadow in a gaping hole in the wall, as if it had been blown apart. Smoke billowed into the area, and when it cleared, everyone was shocked to see the monstrous experimental creature that Fah and Ton had faced in the submarine tunnel. Now, it had returned and was right in front of them. It had a hybrid shape of a human and a marine creature. Its eyes glowed a deep red, long octopus-like tentacles grew from its chin, and it had sharp claws. It lunged at the group with a deafening roar that echoed throughout the secret zone!

The groan of the buckling lab door was a death knell. Outside, the corridor was a river of shuffling bodies, a grotesque tide of once-proud warriors reduced to mindless puppets. Their collective, desperate strength was immense. With a final, earsplitting shriek of tortured metal, the blast door tore from its hinges and crashed to the floor. The horde poured in. Jack and Marcus were instantly back-to-back, a tiny island in a sea of grasping claws and vacant, glowing red eyes. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the low, guttural moans of the damned.

Mj whispered “is one of them Santa Claus?” Mara laughed and Mj could hear the commotion of people coming in through the backdoor. She couldn't help herself, her nerves were on edge so she continued to joke trying to take the edge off. “oh no I got it” Mj giggled, “one of your friends is the Easter Bunny and the other is a Chupacabra” she was really starting to enjoy herself now. “ No, no, wait I got it,” Mj giggled “all your friends are vicious man eating werebeasts and you're afraid im gonna judge you for having-” but before Mj could say another word Mara removed her hands and Mj blinked to clear the fog in her vision.

‎Their large red eyes fixated on us with unblinking gaze. ‎Their large, white, sharp gleamed in the dim lighting. ‎They stormed their tiny human legs against the marble, leaving behind patches of pus. ‎They let out a loud roar as though trying to communicate with one another. Their breath smelled of decayed meat, and a metallic scent of blood. That was when I heard it– there was a deep, drawl, masculine voice in my head. “Prepare to be our dinner, Humans," The voice said nonchalantly. A cold sweat broke on my forehead.

Lucifer said that Sirens were used to lure sailors at sea, and I know how to heal. Maybe I can use my voice somehow. I look around the dark cavern to see if Sahara, Marina, or those monsters are around, but it's quiet. Taking a few deep breaths, I begin to hum softly. I'm too scared to sing out loud. Who knows what will show up if it hears my song. At first, nothing happens, then the scurrying creatures stop. They all turn and face me, listening intently. My heart speeds up as panic threatens to set in. I don't know what the things will do considering how corrupt my power is, but I continue to hum. The creatures move closer, their insect antennas standing on end. It's seriously creepy. Some

suggested Maria, not shocked to hear a fast reply from Mai, followed by a shy response from Julian. Elsewhere in the cave, Akihito sat on top of a boulder, bored eyes watching Richard battle against a {Knight: Iron Horn Beetle}. Watching as his friend summoned forth a thousand beautiful red rose petals, the black-haired boy briefly closed his eyes and let out a yawn. Only to open them to the sight of a defeated Iron Horn Beetle, and Richard once again reverted to his gloom-like state.

A noose made of braided silk, soaked in the tears she was no longer capable of shedding. They say the souls of the thirteen still roam the halls, though it’s her lover’s cries that haunt the deepest corners. Sometimes, if you walk the corridors alone, you might hear the faint plucking of strings, a song that begins sweet but always ends in a scream. “Thornhall doesn’t let its ghosts rest. It feeds on them, the way it feeds on the roses. And if you stay too long, it’ll feed on you, too,” says Mala, the fifteen year old handmaid, her voice pitched low, her eyes wide with mock terror before she bursts into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.