Marble Hornets Creepypasta Novels & Stories

As he turned back to the incoming spikes, large amounts of dust suddenly rose up from the ground, and the large tentacles made a loud, metalic thud and stopped moving. “Huh?” Derren said, looking a little puzzled. As the dust cleared, he saw Maria holding back the tentacles in both of her hands. Maria's eyes glowed bright blue as the wind blew through her hair. She gritted her teeth and made growling sounds, revealing her long fangs and creating a menacing look on her face. “What? Are you crazy? What about your wound?” Derren yelled, his eyes widening in shock.

The collar of it was fixed upright making the cotton and its silky black locks seemingly merging into one. “H, ” Marcus bit out, spinning a few dozens of ways on how to tackle the parasite out of the imposing black boulder just so he could wipe the clever grin off its face. “Ahh, you act as if we are acquainted already when in fact this is our first time meeting, ” H grounded, looking amused at Marcus — his apparent landlord. “I know you enough you damn demon, ” Marcus spit out acidly. He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand.

One by one, the Yellow King’s congregation pulled and scratched and clawed at their masks. One by one, they extracted the pallid masks from their faces, revealing charred, blackened holes rimmed with writhing worms. Everything from my nightmare unfolded before me in real time, and my fingers mercifully ceased their playing just as Hastur’s corrupted voice boomed overhead. “TAKE OFF YOUR MASK!”

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“ They pulled Dorin off the chair and dragged him to the other side of the table. Vincent took a deep breath. Slowly, he let it out as he felt the presence of a wormhole beginning to open right in front of them. “Be ready.” He hissed at Mar and Johan. Mar took one of the iron chairs. She snapped off one of its rear legs that connected to the backrest with such force, that the 2 boys stared at her. “I like to improvise,” she told them as she stood in wait, holding on to the piece of steel like a saber. The hole appeared in thin air. So did four images all in black. They were dark-skinned and yellow-eyed, with hair of the same darkness. They quickly assumed formation, one to the right, one to

The Omicrons shredded the Rectors with ease. I caught the sight of something strange, not believing my eyes. I strained to see. Little people no larger than Barbie dolls flew around, and they were the ugliest Barbie dolls I had ever seen! They had wings and sharp teeth, their faces twisted into horrific demonic masks, and they moved like hummingbirds, darting faster than even my eyes could easily track. My head still felt swollen with nosy-assed Neratomay. They either hadn't figured out that looking into our heads for secrets would destroy them or they were seeking the fastest way to die.

The golden manes were now shredded and in place stood a furless pale creature with red eyes and jagged teeth. Crawlers? That is what they reminded me of, A more animalistic version of Orion’s Crawlers. The creatures attempted to growl at me but instead of something deep and menacing, it was a screech that sent a shiver down my spine, piercing every single nerve ending and shaking my very core.

Riven looked murderous but pulled back. Deeper inside the ruins Thorne found ancient carvings on the wall. He went pale. Mara saw them too and both hid their reactions fast. One carving showed two wolves under a shattered moon. Another showed black veins spreading through a king. But the third picture froze Mara completely. It showed children strapped down for experiments. And standing beside them a much younger Mara. More creatures attacked suddenly forcing the group to run through collapsing tunnels. Orion fought beside Lucien striking with ease. Riven did not trust him one bit. Orion noticed and grinned. "Still worried I will steal him away brother?"

The creature was breathing in deep, ragged gasps that rattled the iron framework, its exhaled breath glowing with a faint, volcanic orange vapor. "Another obsidian beast?" Marcus whispered, his hand instantly flying to the hilt of his shortsword, his body tensing to protect his Queen. "No," Natalia breathed, her heart hammering against her ribs as the foreign resonance in her mind suddenly spiked, vibrating with a wave of familiar, protective anger. "It’s... it’s not a beast." The glass shattered. The silhouette descended like a meteor, crashing onto the marble floor of the arcade with a deafening impact that cracked the stone foundations. Dust and ancient silk fibers exploded into the air,

The butterfly’s wings flex once, etching twin skulls into the air—identical to the one on the windowsill last night—before the darkness swallows us both. I gasped, the rosary slipping into the mud. My cheek burned—Marisol’s wound, her blood, searing through time. Dragon and Uncle D’s voices drawing closer, but distant as ghosts. The garden tilted violently, my world collapsing into shadows. Marisol’s scream tore through me, raw and guttural, a mirror to the past—a sound that cracks the storm’s spine..... ******