Bloody Mary Horror Images Novels & Stories

the old lady said while eyes were closed. All were astounded when the next moment, the real event was shown. First in the sequence of events shown was Lady Lilian giving Monroe Levitsky two small black bottles with black lid, exactly the same as the one found in my bedroom. Next shown was Matt Monroe sneeking to my room and putting the bottle on my belongings. The townspeople and the king especially, looked very shocked of what they have seen. They all knew that the legendary mirror of the past never lies. It only shows the truth and nothing but the truth.

Dozens of my armed guards swarmed the room like a pack of wolves, tackling the shooter to the ground and beating him mercilessly. But I couldn't care less about the shooter. My heart stopped beating completely as I looked down. Mary was clutching her upper collarbone. Crimson blood rapidly soaked the pristine white fabric of her dress, blossoming like a terrifying red rose. Her eyes fluttered, her body going entirely limp in my arms. The world around me shattered into a million pieces. "MARYYYYY!!!!" My agonizing, earth-shattering roar tore through the chaos, echoing with the raw terror of a man watching his entire universe collapse.

Her damp clothes are stuck on her body, outlining the curves inside, making them an almost see-through outfit. However, this is not her concern. The worst had yet come to torture her. Maria abruptly clutched her head as her knees wobbly dropped onto the wet grass. Agonized expression marred her ashen face. Countless images flashed across her eyes. The images were so vivid. It was like she watched a movie premiere in the front seat and was the only audience. Those unknown images smeared with the sickly smell of blood, tainted with treacherous and twisted emotions, and they carried the grievance of the fallen.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

“Who did you just call to?” “You’ll find out.” “They’ll not get here in time.” He said evilly. Tossing up my skirts and positioning over me while he prodded with his length. My head turned to look at Mary. And she saw in my face, that it was time. *** Mary, the mage’s, blue eyes began to swirl with an unholy light, as if a hurricane lived within them. She clenched her fingers and lifted her hands and water rose from the buckets. Sloshing over him in a cold torrent.

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

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.

They just couldn’t leave me alone could they, my demons. Squeezing my eyes shut, the recent nightmare came flooding back. Something bad had happened and I hadn’t been able to stop it. Bloom was lying in my arms. There was a hole in her belly like something had yanked our pup out of her, a pool of blood around her throat. She was dead. I shook her but there was no response. Her eyes were wide open and lifeless, and her skin was death-cold. Then I roared in anger and when I looked down again, it wasn’t Bloom anymore. It was Maria. Maria with an arrow deep in her chest like the day she died.

“Martini? Vodka on the rocks?” I pull out my silencer and Jonas’ eye go wide as saucers. His petrified gaze shifts rapidly back and forth between the gun and my face. “Bloody Mary,” I tell him and shoot at his dick. A deep shade of red blossoms like a flower and spreads through his robe, changing it to a deep maroon colour and Jonas slumps onto the ground. Blood splatters on the brunette too and she screams, running away faster than you can say ‘bye’ while the tall lean man stands frozen like a statue.

“Their blades weren’t ordinary. They cut deeper… like they were made to remember.” Ava frowned. “But you’re not supposed to bleed like this.” “They were old. Cursed, maybe. Their metal stung like it knew what I was.” Something twisted in her chest—fear, yes, but something else too. A knowing. Without another word, she unsheathed a dagger from her side, pricked her thumb, and let her blood fall into the open wound. It hissed. And then— Her world shifted. The firelight vanished. The earth beneath her feet dissolved into mist. Ava stood in a dreamscape filled with pale fog and floating stars. At the center stood a woman—tall, regal, eyes glowing like twin moons.