Bloody Mary Horror Novels & Stories

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.”

Her gaze flickered at Ryan, confusion etched across her face. Realizing that there was someone else behind her, Mary swiftly withdrew the gun from her purse, her sinister intentions written across her face. Her eyes narrowed on Scarlet, and her finger twitched on the trigger. “I hope you rot in hell, Scarlet,” Mary muttered. Before Scarlet could fathom what was happening, there was a deafening gunshot in the air, and her body immediately fell to the ground.

Margaret said. Mary sighed. For years she has been trying to get this idea out of the young woman's mind, but it seems to be impossible. She's impossible. Living forever in the darkness, being held hostage of the night, it wasn't a pleasant thing. But Mary– she's not a pureblood vampire. She was transformed after her father, Julios Van Helsing, sold her to the blood-suckers. Her buyer wanted her to use her as a sex toy, but her human body couldn't take it, so he turned her and forced her to live in the darkness.

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.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

And this is all his doing. I turn on my side and sigh dreamily, then I hear someone call my name. I sit up quickly. A gasp leaves my lips. It's Mary. She's standing by the door, and her face looks...awful. Her eyes are swollen and oddly, they're terrifyingly black. Like there are no whites in her eyes. I narrow my eyes at her. Her sleeping gown is covered in blood. "Mary?" I say. Or want to say. My tongue is too heavy and I wish to say her name but don't know if I've succeeded. Why is she covered in blood? Why are her eyes like this?

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

"I want to go home!" One of the hoods moves as a council member signals something to someone on my right. I turn in time to see broad shoulders too close to have time to run. The light flickers upon a silver blade. My mouth opens to scream in dismay, but nothing comes out. Why? As I touch my throat, my fingers are bathed in a warm, thick liquid. A fine line along my neck ignites a pang of pain. I raise my hands only to discover they are painted in red. My muscles aren't mine to control anymore. My body falls to one side, blood pumping out of my neck as I suffocate and choke.

Xyla was the source of all her problems! One day, she would make sure Xyla was dead! She wanted to witness Xyla crying personally! In the end, Mary was barely breathing. Her mouth and nose were covered in blood… Her entire body seemed to be covered in bruises. When the men in black felt that they had done enough damage, they all stopped simultaneously. Right then, Linda walked out of the bathroom coldly… She had on intricate, orange-based makeup. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her intricate facial features made her look almost like she was someone of mixed heritage.

I let myself get carried away with the music and my drunken state as if I had zero problems in life. Then suddenly eerie screams were heard. I stopped dancing and immediately turned around to see what was happening. However, I stood frozen in my tracks as I saw the same shadow whose face I could clearly see right next to me. He was holding a spear intending to stab me. I shut my eyes closed waiting for the sharp object to enter my body. I didn't know what else I could do. I wasn't thinking right. Mostly because I was still inevitably drunk. It all happened so fast. I was about to get stabbed but in a swift movement, strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me against a hard chest. The next t