Bloody Mary Ghost Novels & Stories

He raised his gun, his finger pulling the trigger repeatedly. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three gunshots rang out, tearing through the silent space. Flashes of gunfire sparked in the darkness, carrying deathly bullets that tore through the wind. However, neither Mary nor Edric were ordinary people. With the instincts of a ruthless mafia member who had experienced countless life-and-death battles, Mary leaned her body and took a long diagonal step. Her tattered evening gown flew up, creating a blurred shadow in the air as she spectacularly dodged close to the ground.

- Mary Ann, it blew her away by few meters in her front was the irregular zombie that was bigger than any of them! her skill double thinking is still active but there is no way she will escape this catastrophe the claw of the irregular zombie is becoming larger in her sight and at any moment she will die to the hands of it *wwwoooom!* a black matter bolts the area, it blasts a thick smoke around! “What is this!”- Arthur Mary Ann was bewildered because of the sudden turn of even, even the zombies have been blinded by the thick smote

She cries, pleading for me to find her. The closer I get to Mary, the stronger our connection is. I can start seeing images play out in my mind, while they are blurry I am able to figure out what’s going on. The ghoul is talking to Mary, taunting her before he feeds on her, Mary is on sitting on the ground and I can tell that she is badly injured but still she’s is looking for anything in her vicinity to protect herself, her strength still showing even while she is terrified for her life. I feel her sense of relief when she hears me calling her name, and her sense of panic when the Ghoul eases closer to her, his eyes turning into little slits, the entirety of his mouth turning into sharp r

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

"It's better this way. Except for our pack, I don't want anybody else to hear what I have to say. If someone spots the gathering, they'll think I'm hosting a party. There's nothing wrong about it." "Alright then. I will inform the pack. Is it okay with you if I ask some of the members to bring food? Maria's food is amazing; much better than your chef's. No offense." The door swings open wide, and Ana enters without knocking. That's not in her character. By her fast breathing and distress, it must be something serious. I raise an eyebrow and wait for her to speak. “The strigoi is gone! A window was open, and I think she jumped from there.”

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

Mary murmured, but her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. Nyxoria stepped closer, her heart hammering in her chest. "Mary, if you truly had no choice, you should have told me. I trusted you so much. Why would you—" "I am sorry, Nyxoria," Mary cut in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had no other option… I was forced to do this to you, to betray you. If you can forgive me in your heart one day, I will be happy." Before anyone could react, Mary suddenly began choking. Blood spilled from her lips, staining her dress as her body convulsed violently. Within moments, she collapsed to the ground, completely still.

I wasn’t supposed to be one of the three that knew its location but I wasn’t known as Ghost for nothing. Maxim owned fourteen acres of rough land in Richmond just outside of Exeter, where legend had it that New England’s last vampire was buried. Mercy Brown had been a farmer’s daughter and due to strange circumstances surrounding the living family’s illnesses, Mercy’s body was found to be well preserved and they proceeded to cut out her heart.

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.