Bloody Mary Ghost Novels & Stories

"Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?" "It's obvious we are isn't it?" Maria retorts. "But that's none of my business anyway. All I know is that you're surely going to die." "Not while I'm here. I'll never let you hurt her. You might've succeeded in killing me but I know I'll never let you harm her and that I'll surely live again." "You can try to stop me then" Maria utters and began tossing her hand in the air until it formed a huge ball of air and she breathes fire on it and throws it at Jalen laughing evilly.

Ghosts like dirty places as well since they can overpower our dimension with their energy. My name is Mary Davis and I'm twenty-five years old. I'm 5'6" and have an athletic build. My friends told me that I'm very appealing. Although I'm not that pretty like other girls around. I also have my hair in a pixie cut and keep on trying to not be your typical girl.

The next day. When Yuri came downstairs with her canvas bag, Zenne Ye happened to be telling Bright Ye about yesterday's forum. Mary Ye seems to have seen a ghost. Her eyes are staring at Zenne Ye, warning him. But the latter seem that he did not see anything, saying he also opened the screenshot, and showed it to Bright Ye. Mary Ye was so angry that the expression on her face was rich,she was both angry and pretending to be pathetic. Bright Ye looked, his face as black as the bottom of the pot, "Mary Ye , how can you do such a thing?"

She stumbled toward what remained of the main hall — and there, in the center of the broken floor, a sigil shone faintly beneath the dust. A spiral of moons. An ancient mark of power. Suddenly, pain seared across her left shoulder. Ava cried out, dropping to one knee, clutching the mark hidden beneath her skin. Marcus was at her side instantly, steadying her. “It’s your bloodline,” he said fiercely. “It’s answering. You’re waking up.” The sigil on the ground pulsed once — and for a heartbeat, Ava saw visions flash across her mind: Wolves howling under blood-red moons.

The middle-like canines that could easily pierce through the hardest flesh, tearing out muscles and arteries with ease. For a moment, she found herself back at that event that had haunted her for months, continued to hunt her even now. The cold rain. The metallic smell of blood. The searing pain of claws digging mercilessly into her flesh. A ghoul. “I… I need some air.” Maya’s voice was low and far too breathy even to her own ears. She wasn’t even sure either her sister or Anna heard her. She shoved through the crowd, desperate to make her way outside. And with each move she took, she swore those dark, predatory eyes followed her.

And the dining hall erupted in laughter. "Oh my god. Callum. What do I do with youuu". Stephen was laughing and Callum facepalmed. He called for trouble himself. ************* They were in their office. Free from today's schedule. Saint had prepared different glasses of blood. Callum sniffed all. They all had a faint whiff of Stephen blood. They all were enjoying their drinks, looking for the reaction. Callum took each glass. One by one. He would sniff and then take a sip.. He would cut down the taste with water. Then another. Finally he picked one. He took one sip and another and another. His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips.

Edward had died long ago, and I didn't know whether Martin was hallucinating or if he was headed to the underworld; either way, I knew he wasn't in good shape. "I-I will," she said once she got herself together. She slid the thread through the open gash on Martin's neck and began working. It was then that I turned and saw Gwen smiling at me. Her smile was enough to heal every ache in my body. I could still taste the sweet flavor of her blood in my mouth. I knew that her blood was special, but I didn’t know to what extent, and I feel like this was only scratching the surface of what it could do…

Fabrizio stood still for a moment before asking, “Do you think their deaths remind you of Luke’s situation?” Garrison turned. His gaze shifted slightly. “The corpse you sent some time ago, Beta.” Garrison’s words were not a question, but a reminder. Luke was an old case that had never truly been resolved—a corpse without answers. Garrison walked over to one of the tables. He lowered his head and observed the white foam at the corner of one corpse’s lips. Then, he nodded slightly. “It seems you are right, Beta,” he said in a heavier tone. “The white residue on their lips resembles what we found on Luke’s body.”

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Harsh white light flooded the room, leaving me momentarily blinded. "Ah fuck! Bitch give a warning before you do that!" I trained my eyes on her, my roommate as she finally sat on her bed. She was the exact opposite of me, in every sense. Her jet back hair was thrown up in two messy buns, with a few strands framing her face. She had make up on, and even her make up was a mess, her cherry red lipstick was smeared and her mascara was all...she was a mess, I have no idea how else to put it. A quick glance at my clock showed me it was a little past midnight, and it looked to me like she was from somewhere, no one stayed in school till after midnight and comes back looking so disheveled.