Marble Hornets Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The ninety-ninth time my mate, Valeria, the pack's Alpha Female, blocked our mind-link, I dragged myself, ravaged by Soul-Decay, into the Hall of Covenants. The cold marble steps bit at my bare feet, each one sending a lancing pain through my chest. In the final stages of Soul-Decay, I'd lost my healing abilities. Even the simple act of walking was agony. "I'm here to request a severance of my mate bond." The covenant official took in my pale, gaunt frame, his gaze softening with pity. "Sir," he asked quietly, "don't you have a pack to support you?" I've been invisible to my parents ever since my father brought home my adoptive brother, Silas, when I was ten. And while Valeria was my

Ten years. Ten years I gave Viktor Volkov everything; my hands, my loyalty, my designs, my silence. When his father stepped in front of a moving truck to save my life and died on that pavement, I became his son's by debt. By duty. And somewhere along the way, by something far more dangerous than either. Love. Foolish, one-sided, ruinous love. Now the doors of the Volkov estate are closing behind me with the quiet finality of a verdict. No argument. No goodbye worth remembering. Just the click of a latch and the ghost of a matching tattoo Viktor had lasered off his wrist before she arrived Elara Conti, all silk and Italian marble, the woman he chose in the time it took me to stop pretendi

I didn't just buy your debt, Elara. I built it. I sculpted your ruin so that when you finally fell, mine would be the only hands there to catch you." After her mother’s sudden, tragic death, art student Elara Vance inherited a legacy of shadows and a $50 million debt she couldn't hope to pay. She thought her billionaire stepfather, Julian Vane, was her only sanctuary, the man who stepped in to save her father’s legendary art gallery from the auction block. She was wrong. Julian isn't a savior; he’s an architect. Behind the cold, grey eyes and the custom-tailored suits lies a man who spent three years systematically destroying Elara’s life from the inside out. He bankrupted her mothe

Lena Marek never imagined she would end up cleaning the halls of one of the richest families in the country. Once an art student with dreams of stepping inside the exclusive Argent Gallery, life had other plans. After her parents’ reckless debts left her drowning in bills, Lena takes the only job she can find,working as a maid at Hawthorne House. The estate belongs to Adrian Hawthorne, a cold and dangerously handsome billionaire CEO raised in old money and ruthless discipline. He trusts no one, keeps people at a distance, and has long since given up on love. But Lena isn’t like the others. She’s too sharp for a maid. Too observant. Too bold to stay invisible. What begins as quiet glance

Victor’s private jet has barely cleared the runway when Amelia gives in to the one man she’s never allowed to touch: her husband’s son. She has everything money can buy, except the intense, raw passion her body craves. Ethan has the fierce intensity that finally gives it to her. For nineteen stolen days they turn the penthouse into their personal playground: the marble island where she loses herself in his embrace, the glass shower where he holds her dripping wet, the marital bed where they lose all control night after night while Victor is away thirty thousand feet in the air. She was a bored trophy wife. Now she’s obsessed, counting the hours until her husband leaves again, because o

The ninety-ninth time my Alpha mate blocked our mind-link, I was in the final stages of Wolf Spirit Decay. I dragged my broken body into the Council Hall. The cold marble steps grated against the soles of my feet, and with every step, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "I am here to petition to leave the pack." The council official studied my pale, thin form with a pitying gaze and asked softly, "Are you certain, Miss? You would be giving up the pack's protection." Since childhood, my wolf has been unstable, making me frail. Ever since my father brought home my adopted sister, Lydia, when I was ten, my parents have treated me like a disgrace to the family. Despite being his marke

I’m Isabella Russo, the mafia princess everyone loves to hate. Adrian Moretti—ice-cold underboss in a tailored suit—was sent to “discipline” me. I torched his villa, wrecked his meetings, even tried to make him lose control. At night, he did. Against glass, leather, marble—he taught me surrender and I hated how much I craved it. Then I learned the truth: Adrian was only a mask. His real name is Leon Moretti—heir to the empire and the fiancé promised to me since birth. It should have been a fairytale. Except my parents crowned a miracle sister who wasn’t a miracle at all. Elena slipped into my room, my heirloom, my future—and into his arms. When I was framed, caged in a walk-in freezer, whi

Sky Foster has survived plenty of things: family drama, high heels on marble floors, and growing up in a Mafia dynasty. But nothing could prepare her for someone babysitting her. Or rather, that's what it feels like when her family assigns her a bodyguard. Charlie Vale is tall, infuriatingly calm, and works for her family with the kind of deadly efficiency that makes people squirm. Especially her. He's there every day at school, in the hallways, outside her classroom, always watching, always quiet, always ruining her chances at even pretending to be a normal teenager. Charlie doesn't believe in distractions, and Sky just wants to have fun. Guarding the boss's niece should be simp

In a world where power is currency and secrets are more valuable than diamonds, Isabella Voss steps into the empire of the ruthless and magnetic Damian Moretti with one purpose—revenge. But beneath the polished marble halls and glittering galas, she discovers that every smile hides an agenda, every alliance conceals betrayal, and every touch carries a price. Their attraction is instant, forbidden, and dangerous. Damian sees in Isabella not just a rival, but an equal—a woman whose intelligence and ambition rival his own. What begins as a calculated partnership to outwit a shared enemy soon spirals into a seductive battle of wits, passion, and strategy. As they rise together through deceptio

When my Prince shattered our Eternal Blood Vow for the ninety-ninth time, I dragged my drained, broken body to the Tribunal of Vows. "I am here to request the dissolution of my Eternal Blood Vow with the Prince of the Kindred." Ten minutes later, Damien stormed in with Isabella in tow. The Prince of the Kindred strode toward me, his hand shooting out to clamp around my neck before he slammed me against a cold marble pillar. "You'd go so far as to dissolve our vow just because you're jealous of Isabella's promotion? Has the bloodlust driven you completely insane?" My mother Eleanor's voice echoed icily through our bond. "Forging lab results to play the victim, all for his attention. You'