The Puppeteer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

"By the gods." The light showed what was really there. A figure made of bark and shadow. Crouched at the fire edge. Like a puppet man. Face carved with the queen's smile. It jerked around. Whispered from a bunch of mouths. "He will kill you, witchling. When he remembers what you are." Selene threw more light on it. The puppet shrieked. Threw itself back into the trees. Dissolved as it ran. The rest of the mist fell apart. Left quietly. And the burned earth smell.

I cautiously stepped inside, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of life. A figure emerged from the shadows, their face obscured by darkness. A voice, cold and commanding, pierced through the silence. "Welcome, Andrea. I've been expecting you." I recognized the voice immediately. It was Mr. Smith, the puppet master behind the web of deception that had entangled our lives. He stood before me, an imposing presence radiating power and malevolence. In that moment, I understood that I had stumbled upon the heart of the darkness that had plagued us all.

"Sean, that sleazy narcissist, doesn't even compare to you. Chad, believe in yourself! "Mind you, I'm a paid member. I command you to hurry up!" Hunger surged through me as I scanned their lewd comments. My succubus instincts stirred. "Chad, here's a secret." I licked my lips. "I'm not fully human. I'm a succubus. "That means that no matter what you do to me, however rough, I won't get hurt. It'll only excite me. "If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…"

My breath caught in my throat, and I staggered back, my heart racing with fear. The Puppet Master materialized before me, its form shifting and twisting, a maelstrom of shadows and smoke. Its eyes burned with a dark, malevolent energy, and its voice was like ice in my veins. “You think you can stop me?” it hissed, its words echoing in my mind. “You think your sacrifice will save them?” I clenched the artifact tighter, trying to summon the strength to push back, but the Puppet Master’s power was overwhelming, suffocating. I could feel it pressing down on me, crushing my spirit, my will.

I watched as it screamed in agony, its body convulsing as if it were being burned from the inside. The pressure on my shoulders lessened, and I seized the opportunity. With a swift movement, I grabbed my dagger and plunged it into the puppet’s heart. The puppet let out a final, piercing scream before going completely still. I pushed its lifeless body off me and lay there for a moment, gasping for breath. Relief flooded through me, but it was short-lived. As I sat up, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. The puppet's hair, now splayed out on the ground, was a familiar shade of auburn. My heart pounded as I leaned closer, my eyes widening in shock. I reached out with trembling fing

"A puppet curse is when someone takes your hair and blood, mixes it with a cursed talisman, and has a practitioner cast an incantation over it. Once that's done, they can control you." "At first, I thought it only affected a person's actions, but it goes further than that. Far beyond what I imagined. "It can cloud your senses at critical moments. What you see becomes an illusion. That's why I couldn't stop myself from coming to this game, and why I mistook a three for a king." That technique had long been forbidden, yet people still dragged it out of the shadows for profit, for cruelty. As soon as I finished speaking, Helen suddenly looked up at me. Tears spilled down her face.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes flickered. “They… they…” she stammered, inching backwards. “We want peace… You want chaos… let the chaos begin.” Kimberly gasped as the walls turned, objects flew in the air, voices laughed, and drum sounds echoed in the distance. “Don’t come closer… don’t,” she stammered, inching backwards. “Come, Kimberly… It’s time to dance with your puppet,” the couple announced. Cold chills ran down Kimberly’s spine as her eyes came face-to-face with the puppet.

Mask smiled telepathically. “So I wanted to ask if they’re dummies like you.” Alex knew that he could tell it as well. Those two people were puppet people that humans had made. Alex initially thought that the topic would end here. To his surprise, this guy seemed to be a socially awkward person previously, but he suddenly turned into chatter and asked, “Hey, what’s going on between you and that woman? Do you really have four children with her master?” Alex was helpless. “Do you believe it?”

He couldn't wait to pat his storage pouch and take out a puppet as long as an adult's forearm. This puppet was like an ape, but its workmanship was rough. One could only see that it had four limbs but no tail. However, it was not that the male cultivator did it on purpose. His puppet's whole body was covered with lumps, as if there was a fester on a person's body. It made people feel creepy when they looked at it. Caspian looked around and his attention was attracted by the wisps of silver cold light in the puppet's mouth and fingertips.

she then cackles. The earth begins to tremble and crack, a dark slime rises from below, oozing out and the scent is horrific, a gust of snow comes through and the Wards step out into the chaos as our kind scrambles trying to get away from the slime. “NO! This can not be happening!” “hahahaha! The soul tar pit is open! Come to claim the souls of the living! Ahhhhhh!” she screams “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Piper has stuck a claw into her chest and is slowly pulling what look likes a black thread from within her, she thrashes around trying to get away and the Wards move closer and make ready one the boxes given to them by Tabitha.