Marble Hornets Creepypasta Novels & Stories

"You sle‌p​t​ in my house. You ate m‌y food. You smiled at​ m⁠e wh⁠ile you stab‌bed me in‍ the ba⁠ck." Lorenzo⁠ walked be⁠hind‍ the desk. Marcus scramb​led a‌way, backing int‍o the corner. "I did⁠n't mean to!" Marcus p‌leaded.‍ "S‍he made me! She’s crazy, Lo‌r​enz‍o! You know she is!‌" "​She is a shark," Lore​nzo corrected. "You? You ar⁠e a remora. A parasite."

Laverna raised a protective dome over us, and that… whoever he was, helped Kays. Suddenly the monster thrashed even more furiously, clearly displeased by our coordinated actions. With a deafening crack, one of its legs slammed into the ground—and hundreds of spiders, each the size of a large dog, began crawling out from beneath it! Everyone’s attention shifted to the crawling horror. It turned into a real massacre. Our mages spared no strength against those creatures, but there were far too many of them.

He was wheezing in a puddle of his own blood but started to laugh manically whilst splattering ichor when he saw aid coming to him. Bloody bastards, I am surrounded by winged, creepy, gremlin-like creatures who had the same eyes as Sentaya. I shifted back to my Lycan. Norgarth gasped before he lost consciousness, and the feisty horde of little fuckers jumped on me. Marcellus watched it all calmly. I slashed and ripped their heads off one by one, causing an explosive bloodbath within my protective shield. The shield is now cracked, engulfed by necromancy gust inside out and full of pesky little rascals. Mush, blood and guts of goblins now entwined with their gooey, sleazy essence. I was engul

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

Balancing the tray onto one palm, I reach the other to open the door whilst fussing over the unstable tray mocking my strength. "I brought you your meal, and I hope you have an appetite now...." My voice trails off and the door continues to expand open inwards from my push. What has my eyes expanding with the gravest shock that freezes the blood pumping in my veins, is the gruesome scene of the crimson-haired stranger feasting savagely on the neck of a palling and faintly struggling woman in a growing pool of blood on the floor. He's a Vampire!

Eyes popping ; her mouth opened in a silent scream , she backed away . Malcolm's head had ejected itself , detaching itself from the body , and the creature whatever it was squirted out its head from the gaping hole , where Malcolm's head was a few seconds ago . Bits and pieces of flesh and blood spattered on the dome , drenching Chelsea in a shower of blood . And emerged a Spider the size of an elephant , eight-eyed, eight-legged, black, hairy, gigantic. Clicking its pincers. Its appearance was similar to that of a tarantula but only a lot bigger and dangerous , and the most funny thing -

Lower jaw unhinging and falling away, face split virtually in half, his maw gaped nightmarishly open so that the wanderers could come— Spiders spilled from him, pouring from the grotesque orifice as though being forced out from deep within. The cinnamon-haired girl’s eyes flew open in mortal dread, her whimpers rising into high, jerking stifled screams which caught in the back of her throat. The long-legged things scurried over the doomed teenager, swaying back and forth upon her before striking with frothy fangs.

“There’s a creature in there, born of my magic. It will stop at nothing to destroy you. Fight it, kill it, or die trying. Your choice.” Bruce’s eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, his claws flexing as he prepared for the fight. The creature emerged from the shadows, its form a grotesque amalgamation of nightmare and dark magic. Its body was massive and hunched, with sinewy muscles bulging beneath slick, obsidian skin that seemed to ripple as though alive. Jagged spikes jutted out along its spine, and its limbs ended in razor-sharp claws that glinted in the faint moonlight. Its face was a horror—a maw filled with rows of jagged teeth, glowing amber eyes that mirrored Mal

Jenkins netted probing tendrils silent and swift, Sofia's binds weaving tight: “Clean sweep—flanks hold iron; void pulses intimate, targeting glow.” Mara distributed potions vigilant: “Resist the deep lures—links active constant; Damian watches close, legacy bolsters.” The abyss-heart loomed colossal cavern, artifacts crowning a void-throne: ancient shards pulsing the Hunger-core fierce, guardian-entities colossal and grotesque, chitin-plated maws multi-fanged and salivating, void-pupiled eyes fixating personal with booming intimate whispers: *Heirs sweet... bleed your essence, crown unbound awaits. Adapt to us, or perish in ecstasy's devour.*

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,