Bloody Mary Creepypasta Novels & Stories

she shouted and my apartment began to rotate. Before I could say anything, she turned a vampiress and charged towards me, the next thing I felt was a sharp pain on my neck, I felt like my spirit is leaving me, I began to lost my strength little by little before I finally blacked out. . . . 🪐VAMPIRES WORLD 🪐. 👻Princess Maijat👻.

In seconds, Mary screams loudly, “Madaaaam…..” Brian was shocked. “Stay here....” He commanded Ben, he quickly ran to the bathroom. His body turned weak when he saw Anna’s body in the bathtub, full of blood, coming from her right wrist. “Take Ben outside, don’t let he see it,” Brian said with low tone to Mary as he quickly went to the table next to the bed, calling for emergency

Right now, Mary had clearly seen him transferring between the wolf and human forms making her heart tremble in fear. Just when Mary thought that this was it and she would not have to witness any further than this, suddenly Walter Green’s right hand started showing claws and in a split second he waved his hand from left to right passing through the human maid's neck. Blood started oozing out of the human maid's neck and she fell down on the ground with a plop. Unable to control her thoughts after getting such a big scare, coupled with her hunger Mary felt dizzy and blacked out in the next moment.

Only one name ripped itself from my throat, a slow, gravelly snarl that tasted of acid and betrayal: "Mary!" ​A sudden, hot ribbon of tears, sharp and scalding, broke free and carved a burning track down my temple. She had drugged me. Drugged Bryan. All for that insignificant piece of brass. She did it to help, to free my wife, to give her the chance for her own freedom. And now... ​My eyes snapped back to the horrific sight. She lay there, crumpled and utterly still, her once vibrant clothes soaked dark in a deepening pool of her own blood. The air was thick with the faint, metallic scent of it.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

I stared bewildered at how far she was willing to drag this on. “Calm down ma'am,” Tommy said, as he made an attempt to walk towards her, my eyes were on Tommy for the moment. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I heard a loud scream, I turned around to look where the voice came from but there was Maria dropping down to the ground with blood gushing out of her throat……

I moaned at the feeling, the scent of her body and before I realized what I was doing, my head turned, and I buried my fangs into her thigh. The ambrosia, which was Marlene Brennan’s blood, washed into my mouth, flavored by her climax and I almost came in my pants with the sweetness of it. Closing my eyes, I drew on it, letting her blood wash down my throat, providing a drunken lull to my mind. Marley moaned, another orgasm— her core clenching around my fingers again.

I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to turn around. I had the urge in my thoughts to tell me to speak to him. I pulled back, wondering if I could recognize the face I was seeing. I have probably met the particular physical being I'm seeing right now. Carefully, remembering that drilled into my head, even trying to recall all past events that had happened in my life. Nearly anxious, I turned to the right, and rapidly I opened my mouth.” “Do I know you before” I said. He was surprised by the question I asked. He kept quiet, and after a few seconds he said, are you ‘Mary’.

Before the last person could finish, he was suddenly struck by a rock and fell off the twelfth floor of the building! "Not bad, kiddo! Come on, let me test your strength!" A long-haired woman leapt off the second floor, catwalking devilishly toward Frank as she brandished a butterfly knife. "You're out of luck, boy!" Someone catcalled from above. "That's Bloody Mary—not the cocktail, but a phantom who can engage hundreds effortlessly!" "That's an exaggeration. Should I lose against you, kid, do go easy!" Bloody Mary curtseyed at Frank, leaping toward him as she bowed, stabbing her butterfly knife at his throat.