روايات وقصص ضمن Bloody Mary Horror Images

Darkness swallowed me. “What the hell…” I muttered, pulling out my phone and turning on the flashlight. The light hit the wall. And my body froze. Pictures. Women. Naked. Bruised. Blood on their lips. Fear in their eyes. My stomach turned. Then I saw Anna. Her face twisted in pain. Empty. Broken. Rage exploded in my chest. And then, Amara. Her picture was different. Clean. Untouched. Like she hadn’t been used yet. Yet.

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

Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.

Her pink lower lip caught between her teeth in the most— Fuck! Rain. He’d almost forgotten about her. The woman he kept in Martha’s cabin and he still didn’t know the reason why he did what he did. She should be dead by now, after the shit her brother pulled. She was wearing an oversized grey hoodie that didn’t reach her knees, the rest of her soft looking legs out in the open. The exposed caramel skin left little to the imagination, he could help but imagine what those long legs would feel like around his waist or over his shoulders…

My headache has faded into the background as an uncontrollable wrath overtakes me. I march outside the room, through the corridor, and down the stairs. They all look at me, and I’m not ashamed of my nakedness. They’ve all seen me during the full moon shifts. I throw the bloodied sheet from the top of the last flight of stairs. It settles neatly at their feet as I snarl. "Here’s your proof! I hope you're pleased. I, for one, am appalled. Things like this used to happen in medieval times, not now."

The liquid is red—blood, and what I stumbled upon is a body. I let out a scream of horror as I crawl away from the scene. ##########

☉NAIDA Bloodied, warped green eyes. A dripping knife. Flashes and screams. Blood everywhere. All of the floor, pools of it, in my hands. Images and echoes of the mutilation drowned my senses. Most of that dark, sticky blood dripped down my hands. All over my hands. She put a knife to his heart! Execute her!

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

The blade buried itself deeply, as blood began to flow, a vivid crimson that marred her skin and the pristine sheets beneath her. Her muffled screams, stifled by the gag, filled the room, a stark, haunting reminder of the violence unfolding. Her hands and feet, bound to the bed, struggled in vain. The sight was gruesome – the flow of blood, the stark contrast against her pale skin, a vivid portrayal of the grim act I had been coerced into committing.

Chuckling, I close the bathroom door to do my morning business. After flushing the toilet, I look at myself in the mirror as I turn the water on to wash my hands. “Eighteen tonight at midnight.” I say out loud as I think of the future. Blinking my eyes closed, my breath catches as a bright light blinds me. As it starts to clear. My heart starts beating so hard it feels like it is trying to break free of my chest. Squinting my eyes, the first thing I see is blood soaking the ground. Feeling horrified at the dead bodies lying everywhere on the ground when the sound of a loud howl. One of so much sorrow shakes the ground. Looking at where it came from, I see a huge scary as hell. What looks lik