Novel & Cerita Bloody Mary Creepypasta

Nibbling and grazing the golden neck. "Then.. Don’t. Now that I can’t, but if I could I would love to die in your arms" . Callum said, losing himself in Stephen’s arms. The moon was at its peak. Full Blue moon like Stephen eyes that had turned red. He placed his lips on the pulsing vein before barring his teeth. Callum felt a sting and then all he could feel was a frenzy, a euphoria. He now knew why Stephen felt excited offering him his blood.

Elara's scent was fading and moving away from the battle at impossible speed. I burst through undergrowth into a small clearing and saw her. A vampire had her from behind with one hand clamped over her mouth and the other holding something against her neck. It was a syringe. Even from here I could smell the chemical tang of whatever sedative they had used. Her eyes found mine wide and terrified and already starting to glaze. I roared and charged. The distance between us was maybe thirty feet but it might as well have been miles. The vampire holding her smiled and stepped backward into a pool of shadow that should not exist in daylight. Portal magic. Forbidden and ancient and impossible to tr

Candles flickered, goblets rolled, laughter from earlier dissolved into a thick, trembling silence filled with nothing but breath and the low thrum of music. Crescenta felt it first—Martha’s blood ran hot, as though the apple had liquefied into fire in her belly. Her body leaned backward into the warmth of the man behind her before she even realized it. A low, involuntary moan slipped past her lips. She thought of her husband—cold, ancient hands that had never known how to touch her youth. She almost laughed at the cruelty of it, that in this place, with a stranger, she was already wetter than her husband had ever made her. When the man behind her lowered his lips to her ear, asking in a whi

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

Standing in the hallway next to the lengthy escalator, her eyes wobbled tremendously in their sockets at the sight of Mary, unconscious, lying on the floor in a pool of her own… Blood. “N-n-n-no! Mary!”

“Hurry, this won’t hold her for long!” Marigold runs back up the stairs, knocking on doors as she makes her way down the hall. “Code Black! CODE BLACK!” She screams, the sound of her slippers clattering behind her. Turning my attention back to Slone I gasp. Red veins spider web from the edges of her eyes, her lips are bloody and covered in blisters that have begun to fill with pus. “What the hell happened to her?” I scream at nobody in particular. “Did she get bitten by a vampire?”

CHAPTER 181 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ “And that is the actual reason I and my parents were banished from Forgotten. It's the same reason I still lose my mind when I see blood,” Mary said. She had woken up from her deep slumber and was now sitting at the dining table with Anaya, waiting for Edith to serve dinner. “So, the source of the powerful aura that surrounds you every time you see blood is an abyss demon that's always with you?” Anaya asked.

Wrapping a gift with care, she hastened towards Marriane, her mind consumed by a mysterious intent. As Marriane chatted animatedly with her friends over the phone, an ominous presence engulfed her. "Who's there?" she dared to inquire, but the silence that followed only intensified her unease. Suddenly, crimson drops fell upon her forehead, an inexplicable source of blood that sent shivers down her spine. Her voice trembled with fear, but her pleas went unanswered, lost in the abyss of solitude. The blood continued its macabre descent, suffocating Marriane's senses until she succumbed to unconsciousness, the weight of her terror overwhelming.