روايات وقصص ضمن Bloody Mary Horror Images

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.

AND BETTER YET STILL DIE! Open up with the exact horror, she is left frozen in place and everything in her surroundings turns into a mix of black, crimson, and scarlet color. Her eyes are left wide open to the future that is about to happen. “This is.” Could hardly utter a proper sentence where she is about to gag and vomit from the scene that she is seeing. The smell of blood and death is imminent. “Ella, Maria.”

The shocking of all was that the Monster that was like to bite after using its knife was not, in fact, alone, and it wasn't finished yet for its blood thirst. They surrounded the place while their faces was well-covered by a blackness-to-redness hoods. They have a bloody eyes that Mariya accidentally see through, she could only be shaken when she realized how strange was these people were. Her poor Grandma was a victim for their strangeness! What are they? What they want that they have to killed Grandma?

I blinked several times in an attempt to focus, sucking in my breath when I was finally able to comprehend what I was seeing. "Carmen, don't. Leave those alone," he commanded, quickly heading in my direction. Even with only the light coming from the kitchen to illuminate the glossy photos, it was enough to allow me to realize the horror depicted on every one of them. I jerked one into my hand, trying to keep a rational mind. The photographs were horrible, the scenes of various murders unlike anything I'd seen before, either in real life or on television. I was pulled into a vacuum, my mind unable to process the information completely.

They also highlighted the reddish-brown streaks on her cheeks, illuminating what lay at her bloodied porcelain feet. A cat. Or what remained of one. Gutted, its entrails piled at Mary’s feet and, he saw, looped around her neck like a profane rosary. Purplish flesh glistened in the ground-lights. With an obscene touch, someone had painted Mary’s beseeching hands with the cat’s blood and viscera. As Father Ward fought the gorge rising in his throat, Mary’s hands dripped, as if fresh from a kill. *** 8:30 PM

" What look? Did something happen?" I held Rue's and slightly caressed my stomach.. He was starting to scare me and I couldn't help but wonder why he had Rue and I drove to his office.. " Anna, there's a problem". The counterance on his face changed, and it was like he was going to tell me some bad news.. " What problem?". I let go of Rue's hand and sat down on the chair opposite his own. He takes in a deep breath, placed one hand on his shoulder and then said. " We know who killed Mariam"

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

Standing in the hallway next to the lengthy escalator, her eyes wobbled tremendously in their sockets at the sight of Mary, unconscious, lying on the floor in a pool of her own… Blood. “N-n-n-no! Mary!”

Once, the energy of her powers faded away, the scent of Dawn's blood wrapped around the house thickly and my fangs elongated, my heart warming up at the thought of seeing my mate again, that was until the putrid scent of the dead vampire who laid a few feet from us distorted the scent in the air. "Where in the dark hell are we? What the hell happened here" Fatimah asked, looking around the building before gazing back at me. She moved towards the body, her eyes taking in every little detail of it. "That is a gruesome way to die, but I must say it looks so clean, it's like a piece of art," Fatimah said as she inspected the severed head of the dead. Masika stared at the corpse, her eyes widenin

She scooted away from the sight before her, still screaming and screaming. Bile rose up to her throat, threatening to make her retch. She tried to look away from the horror sight but it was everywhere around her. Right underneath her feet were dead bodies. Bloody dead bodies, dismembered and mangled. Dead bodies of lycans, vampires, humans, even creatures she had no name for. Bloody heads hanging from stakes, ripped limbs littering the ground and bathing the ground in red. The color of blood. And right on top of that pile of bloody dead bodies, she saw herself. Dead. Lifeless and bloody.