Novel & Cerita Bloody Mary Horror

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

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 watched Mary's face on the screen as she recognized her opponent. Watched horror and grief and rage war across her expression. "No," she whispered. "No, that can't be her. My mother is dead." "Your mother is dead," Shade confirmed cruelly. "This is just the weapon we made from her body. She doesn't remember you. Doesn't remember anything except the commands we give her. And right now, her command is to kill you." The corrupted Evelyn attacked without hesitation. Mary barely dodged, rolling away from massive claws that could have disemboweled her.

Ready to rip the world apart. The night air was cold. Stars blinked above. The moon hid behind clouds. My feet hit the ground hard. The trees blurred past. My baby. My Kellan. Taken. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding. Maryan’s house came into view. The front door was open, hanging off the hinges. The garden was crushed, dirt kicked up like someone had run through it fast. Lights flickered inside. I pushed through the doorway and froze. Blood. Red was lying on the couch, wrapped in towels soaked in blood. His chest had claw marks. Deep. Maryan sat beside him, hands shaking, trying to stop the bleeding.

"You stupid bitch!" In that horrifying moment, stark terror squeezed my heart as the full, nightmarish reality slammed into me. This was no prank, no misunderstanding. Mary was a cold-blooded killer, and I was his intended victim. As his cruel laughter echoed all around, I realized with sickening certainty that I was well and truly alone in this secluded wilderness... with a murderer.

Before the last person could finish, he was suddenly struck by a rock and fell off the twelfth floor of the building! "Not bad, kiddo! Come on, let me test your strength!" A long-haired woman leapt off the second floor, catwalking devilishly toward Frank as she brandished a butterfly knife. "You're out of luck, boy!" Someone catcalled from above. "That's Bloody Mary—not the cocktail, but a phantom who can engage hundreds effortlessly!" "That's an exaggeration. Should I lose against you, kid, do go easy!" Bloody Mary curtseyed at Frank, leaping toward him as she bowed, stabbing her butterfly knife at his throat.

Mary went out & got a lighter as the guards cruelly held him down as he screams in fear. Mary came back with a lighter. Bob cries out "Mary, why do you have that? What's that for? A- A ritual or something?" Mary slowly SET FIRE TO BOB'S SCALP AND THEN DROVE HER FIST INTO HIS ARMPIT like lightning. Mary left the scene saying "Put his head out, girls." Then The women pulled him to a pool outside & dropped him into it. They just... Cruelly threw him in. Both guards were picked due to being psychopathic.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT “Ahhh—!” Mary’s scream tore through the mansion. Thud. Her body hit the floor heavily. Blood seeped across the white marble, spreading fast. For a moment no one moved. “Ah—ah—ah!” Screams rippled through the mansion. Claire stood frozen. Her breath hitched as she slowly turned her gaze to her trembling hand, stained with blood. Clatter. The knife slipped from her fingers. “Claire—what have you done?!”

Hawk said weakly. Mary appeared from around the corner of the shack with rags wet from a nearby creek. She lifted his shirt to reveal his brown abdomen. Sopping at the wound. “As long as I’m alive that collar will hold.” “Doesn’t look like that’ll be long.” Marta sneered in a voice that was clearly evil. Her eyes as dark as charcoal. Mary spun with unusual violence. “You don’t say that, Bitch!” She stalked over to Marta. My mates and I were stunned at the quiet girl’s sudden rush of violence. And that term was one, wolves rarely used.

- 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