Marble Hornets Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I can’t help but taunt him, “I don’t think I’m helpless.” He growls as he gets back up and pins me against the wall. He yells in my face, spit spraying me as he says, “You can’t win this time!” A moment before it happens I notice the scent of maple and I hear Marinette’s voice announce, “Oh yeah we can!” Apollo cries out as she tears into his neck and sucks the blood out. It happens so fast. His scream was loud but quickly went quiet as he fell to his knees as she drained every ounce of his blood. Once she did I hear a sickening crack as she breaks a part of him before I hear a squishy sound and then things go silent.

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

The scent of old wood, damp stone, and something sweeter… almost like incense… hung in the air. “Wow…” Stephanie whispered, her eyes were wide. They moved deeper, flashlights from their phones cutting through the gloom. The group split naturally into smaller clusters, talking and laughing, taking photos. In one grand hall, they found the first strange thing: a life-sized marble sculpture of a demon fucking a woman from behind. The detail was disturbingly realistic, her face frozen in ecstasy, his claws digging into her hips, cock buried deep inside her. Another sculpture nearby showed a woman on her knees, sucking a demon’s cock while another took her from behind.

They were forced to watch. “Release the Gorehound, Karn bellowed from his high seat. Across the pit, a steel portcullis yanked upward with violent ratcheting. The thing that stalked out wasn’t a lycan and wasn’t a wolf. It was a massive, magically corrupted horror from the badlands. It moved on four heavily muscled, hairless legs, standing twice as tall as an alpha. Its spine was lined with “Show them who you are, Elara!” Caleb roared from the stands, and his voice was cracking in this… weird, chaotic desperation thing, like it couldn’t decide if it was anger or fear.

Jaxon chuckled loudly, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. He loved how she could get possessive about little insignificant things. “Enjoy your little sex toys, Lexi.” He sent a mind link to her. Lexi just grinned drily. “Thank you for your care,” she rolled her eyes, then returned to Light’s lap. Mike noticed dark shadows moving slowly along the wall and the creepy art piece hanging on it. The painting showed tall, monstrous figures with bull-like horns, and wings made of swirling black smoke. Their disfigured faces twisted with pleasure. They were dressed in flowing red and their dark eyes were similar to the Blackwoods brothers.

Metal against stone. Her steps faltered. Gabriel noticed instantly. “What is it?” “I don’t know,” she whispered, her gaze darting toward the side doors. The scrape came again, louder this time, followed by the unmistakable creak of hinges. Before Gabriel could bark an order, the doors burst open. The stench of blood and mud hit first. Then the rogues poured in. They were feral, gaunt creatures with eyes gleaming yellow in the candlelight, their bodies twisted from years without a pack bond. Their snarls filled the hall, echoing off the marble as they rushed forward, claws bared and teeth dripping.

Even though it's technically mid-day training hours and the dorms should be a ghost town, my enhanced hearing picks up something the second Arlo and I step out of the elevator on the third floor. Arlo stiffens beside me, his face turning the color of a tomato. "Do you...hear that?" he whispers. "Yep." We turn the corner of the hallway and stop. Directly in front of room 306, a couple is tangled together in a passionate, aggressive embrace. The woman has her back pressed against my door. She is stunning, with curves that could cause traffic accidents. Two obsidian, curved horns sprout from her dark hair, and a long, slender tail with a plump, heart-shaped tip wraps around her partner's thigh.

"The pain is just the expansion. Think of the contribution to science! A hive mind housed within a human vessel. You are the first of your kind. Or rather, the first of their kind." I opened my mouth to scream, to beg for a bullet, for fire, for anything to end the desecration. But no sound came out. Instead, a single, obsidian-black speck crawled out from the gap between my gum and my molar. It paused on my lower lip, its antennae twitching as it tasted the sterile, ozone-scented air of the clinic. Then, with a chillingly purposeful speed, it scurried back into the dark, hollow warmth of my throat.

There was a statue of a merman licking what she interpreted as the vagina of a mermaid who had her head thrown back and her facial expressions depicted sexual satisfaction. The most disturbing one for Hazel was a statue of a horned demon, black as night with hoofs for legs, inserting a very long and thick appendage which Hazel thought to be its phallus, inside the anus of a white beautiful statue of a Cupid. Cupid's face looked horrified and it looked like it was trying to escape. Hazel prayed that they would get out of this disturbing corridor but the corridor kept on dragging for long. After a while, she caught a glance of a door at the end of the right side of the corridor.