Bloody Mary Horror Novels & Stories

His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him. At that moment, a very loud terrified squeal was heard from the door. I turned my head in the direction of the sound and frowned when the lady from the other night stood by the door, her face pale and wild with fear. I could see it in her eyes. Not only fear. Pain and a hint of sadness. I could not only see it, I could feel every single emotion she felt, digging right through my chest. My wolf began clawing it's way out, trying to take over. I could feel it's irritation as it fought for dominance. "Fúcking me! What is she doing here?!" I growled.

We can’t take the chance of being followed out. My victory and determination quickly sobers me up. I shove six more shots in his face, forcing him to drink them since he can barely keep his eyes open. He falls out of his chair landing with a dull thud, motionless on the floor. No one turns a head. What happens in Black Lagoon stays in Black Lagoon. Including the dead bodies. Demons are very thrifty in ways of disposing of them.

Just as I rounded a corner, I heard suppressed sobs coming from a half-open lounge not far away. Curious, I crept closer and peeked through the crack in the door. My breath caught in my throat. Inside, the arrogant veteran players, Jessica and Brad, were on their knees, covered in blood. A menacing-looking nurse NPC was closing in on them, brandishing a giant syringe as thick as my arm with a vicious sneer. "Please, don't take my blood..." Jessica sobbed, tears streaming down her face, all her previous confidence gone. "We... we can get someone else for you!" Brad shouted in terror. "Use a newbie's blood! A newbie's is fresher!"

The houses, the cars, and the luxury goods were all tagged with court seals and put up for forced auction. Grandma showed up at my university and tried to force her way in, but campus security stopped her at the gate. She threw herself on the ground, screaming and cursing, drawing a crowd of onlookers. "Sawyer Reeves! You deserve to be struck down where you stand, you ungrateful wretch! "You put your own mother and uncle behind bars! Can you even sleep at night? "I'm your grandmother! You let me in right now!" I watched her from a classroom window a hundred yards away and felt absolutely nothing.

“We turn right and we’ll find the corpse of the dhampir.” Mary said not moving her head to turn to her nor move one more step from where she was standing. Adrienne walked towards her and stood in front of Mary. She was a good inches taller than her so she has to stoop before her and she held both her hands and peered down at her. “Mary, you don’t have to be afraid. We’ll see the victim together. Together.” Adrienne said mustering courage in her voice and lifting Mary’s hand to their chest like it was a prayer.

"What?" "Don't hurt Tara. I still need her." I hung up without explaining further. If Ethan was smart enough, he would soon find the clues I left behind. Once he did, that was when the real show would begin. Tara was stashed in an abandoned warehouse. When I arrived, Amber Shaw was there loudly hurling insults at her. She called Tara a homewrecker, a shameless tramp, and worse. Tara was tied to a chair and her pale face was flushed red. When she saw me enter, she glared daggers at me.

The courtyard became a sea of red, as if the very heavens themselves were bleeding. I felt a presence beside me. Alpha Kael's gaze locked onto mine. His eyes gleaming with darkness, a hidden truth. And I knew, in that moment, I was forever bound to this pack, and their mysterious, psychotic blood-soaked ritual. A young approached Mary, holding a delicate, ornate cup. Mary took it, her eyes gleaming with an intense light. She raised the cup to the sky, letting the droplets of blood fall freely into it. The cup filled quickly, overflowing with the crimson liquid.

Before she knew it, her clothes had blood splatter on them and she was holding a bloody butcher knife. Kelly was a bloody mess on the floor. She stared at her with shock and awe as her body jerked and blood quickly pooled around her. All of a sudden, a powerful feeling wrapped around Martha. It felt practically euphoric. She slowly approached Kelly with butcher knife in hand and plunged it into her stomach, giving Kelly and that bastard she was carrying the final blow. Thankfully, Martha was wearing gloves. They matched her suit. Realizing someone could walk in at any minute, she fled. Being careful to not be seen as she was leaving.

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

I already know that she's peppered with them all over her body. "So everyone will obviously know before lunch." I say my hands brushing up her arms. She flinches slightly at the contact. "Give me a good reason not to kill that son of a bitch." It's a growl and she shifts uncomfortably and I sit up so my eyes are level with hers. They're completely green now her wolf retreated for now. "I've got it handled." She says quietly no longer looking in my eyes. "It only happens when he drinks too much but doesn't pass out. I was also late getting home yesterday so-"