Bloody Mary Creepypasta Novelas e Histórias

Martha couldn't sure if they're dead or not because she's near sighted so she asked Alexis about the bodies. " Are they dead?" She asked him. Alexis put his point finger in his mouth. " Shhhh... Yes, they're all dead!" He said to Martha and her eyes widen in terror. Poor innocent people. Alexis was right, they took lowest type of people from a poor families and bought them to fed to the monsters, the vampire who was thirsty in human fresh bloods. Martha quietly listened to their conversation and she gasped and covered her mouth when she accidentally pushed one of the container beside them.

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

The smell of blood and smoke suffocated me and made me nauseous. But nothing could stop me. Then... I smelled it. Marilyn's scent. Faint... Mixed with... another scent. A familiar scent... blood. I ran. I ran with everything I had left. And when I turned the corner of one of the fallen houses... I was met with hell. A gigantic, gray, monstrous wolf. Covered in scars from ancient battles. Roaring as it bit Marilyn's neck. It dragged her along, rubbing her body on the ground as if she were nothing.

We were intimately positioned, and if my life were an erotic novel, Jackson would’ve eased the skirt of my gown up and— “Are you okay, Imani?” Mary asked, bursting my erotic daydream bubble. “I’m fine.” “Are you sure? You look a little feverish,” she said, pressing her palm against my hand. “You never told me the name of that vampire soap opera you can’t seem to get enough of,” I said, hoping to distract her. I relaxed when I realized it worked moments later when she dragged me through the house. “It’s called Bleed With Me. You’ll love it!”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I awake with a loud gasp taking in all the air that could fill my lungs. I blink, my throat tender as I swallow forcing my saliva down. I'm no longer in the room I notice. Everywhere is filled with some form of antique, the room vast and the carpet flush against my skin. I'm on the ground. My body protests as I attempt to sit up and I come face to face with my attacker. Lady Amy watches me from her seat, drinking what I supposed was blood from a transparent glass. Her eyes change from red to grey then back. Maybe her own attempt to remind me who she was. An intimidation of sorts.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

Especially as they got closer to the city center, where she could smell the blood from beneath the skin of the humans, as if she could feel the blood flowing in their veins and this was not a good thing. "Can't princess Mila survive all the way to the pick- up point?" Kyril asked back in a doubtful voice. He glanced occasionally at Mila, who had now completely buried her face in Dom's shoulder, her face was hidden by her white hair. "They will bring the blood that is needed." Dom glanced at Mila, assessing her condition. "I am not sure..." he had never seen a vampire this thirsty before and Mila's growls just got more and more terrifying.

Chapter 5 ~ARDEN~ Elana’s eyes shot out of their sockets, like they were ready to jump out at any minute. Maybe because of the matebond, but I could feel her heart race… with a pump that didn't feel normal. How was it possible for her to feel fear on an entirely different level? She was so low to the ground and engrossed in fear that if the ground ever opened, she'd probably beg to be swallowed. I scanned the area with my spirit abilities. It was a murder in one of the rooms here… a wolf was being murdered.