Marble Hornets Creepypasta Novels & Stories

She hovered her left hand above them quickly to see if she could sense something coming from them and pulled it back to grab a black glove out of her jacket. “Were they by the graves that got raided? I will take these. We just started our investigation. It’s too soon to tell if they’re related to our case, but we will look into them. Thank you for bringing them to our attention.” Coralis knew exactly what these marbles were, but she couldn’t tell what they were to the caretaker. They were not marbles: they were spelled cages containing thick and highly concentrated smoke. If someone breaks any one of them, upon contact with the ambient air, its content will materialize into a ghoul.

“And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.” Though she wanted to know what a Creeper was, Ru didn’t get the question out before the sound of a thousand fingernails scritching across chalkboards filled her ears and the shadows multiplied, the form of the Creeper suddenly lost in a stampede of similar shaped creatures who filled the spaces alongside it and began to scurry down the walls, their inky black shadow selves causing the darkness to blacken. “Are they… demons?” “Sort of,” Lyric replied. “Can I blast them?”

His horns sprouting from his head, his bones and muscles elongating to accommodate his monstrous form. But before he could reach me, I sent my fiery ball towards him. It engulfed him in moments. His body consumed by hells fire. He let out an agonising growl as his flesh begins to melt from his body. The smell of burning flash assaulting my nostrils. I worried for a moment that his cries would bring us to the attention of other guards. By as his body turned to ash, no one else appeared, and the hall was once more cast into silence. Deadly silence resumes once more. It was so quite, it was almost strange. Surely the devil would keep himself better protected than one miserly guard?

Necromancers’ will was strong inside the palace. Thank you, Alethar Radenor, wherever you are. It was the same curse that Martha had once used on her wannabe rapists. The first spell is like your first love: the best, the easiest, the one that stays with you forever. Martha vanished into the wall five minutes before they smashed down the door. She couldn’t hear the screams of the four men who were the first to get into her chambers. They writhed in pain and agony, as their eyes dripped from their sockets, their arms and legs wilted, and their skin scabbed.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

"Clang!" The muffled sound was nonetheless ear-piercing at night. Three to five Corpse Puppets had blocked their escape in a split second. The will-o'-the-wisp inside their eye sockets flared and their bodies seemed to have become entirely steel. The clanking of their limbs also alarmed the people on the faraway altars. "Intruders!"

Inform their parents about this. "Okay, Prince Amir. "I handed Tony to Amelia and stood up. I waved my hand, and a white orb came out of my fingers and it covered the whole area. After a few minutes, I pulled my hand, pulling the white orb slowly. When the orb was in front of us, five insects caught in the orb and created a squeaking sound. It looked like a spider, but the mouth was like a human with sharp teeth. This creature is like a creature from hell. The body is hairy, with red eyes, and has eight legs with sharp claws

Around him, the feast hall descended into madness. Marcus, his loyal Beta, the man who had stood by his side through countless battles and bloodshed, fell first. Steve watched in horror as his second-in-command's eyes glazed over, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remained. The warrior's movements became jerky, desperate, as he tore at his clothing with trembling hands. A crimson-skinned creature—no, not creature, succubus—with spiraling horns and a forked tail approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically. Marcus didn't resist. His trousers pooled around his ankles as he seized her waist, spinning her roughly against the nearest pillar, his hips bucking with savage intensity a

Dela’s lips spread into a sinister smile. “Mel, help me, Please!” Audra screamed. I looked around frantically. “It’s not real. It’s not real.” I chanted to myself. Squeezing my eyes shut, I covered my ears, shaking my head. Audras screamed pierced through my covered ears. My eyes shot open. A disgusting creature stood before me, taking the place of Dela, it's back facing me. It was covered in spikes. Puss-filled sacks covered its body. It’s armed long and boney. Its claws crusted with blood. The smell of rotting flesh filled the air and a sour taste settled on my tongue. Its hair was patchy and oily. Its skin grey.

But the pain didn’t exist there, moreover her hands were placed at the center of her chest between her heart and mana core. Her body started to transform, turning into an inhuman monster that was described by rumors as the “Mist Creeper” a being that could not be defeated with just blade and magic. The Mist Creeper was notorious for devouring adventurers and removing their sanity. But it was supposedly only rumors told by adventurers to look better or to give themselves something to boast about, up until they saw the real thing. Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu.