Bloody Mary Horror Novels & Stories

"There is b—blood down there." "What?" She back away from the hole, pointing at it with a shaky finger. "Blood, Val. There's blood in there." I walked up to the hole to take a look. And sure enough, there was blood on the surrounding floor boards. Dried blood. "I was trying to scrub the floor and the board moved." Veronica explained, her voice still full of fear.

Adam The blood warriors aimed and fired at the witches. They got two out of three eventually. As soon as they got the last one and we thought it was only Maria that remained, a multitude of witches arrived, trying to get into our country, so Kyle and the others had to face them while I tried to figure out how to save my mate.

He drives with steady hands, knowing exactly what he is doing. His heart doesn’t race in worry. His stomach doesn’t twist with dread. Because he has seen this coming. Mary has been plotting against him for months—scheming, manipulating, even conspiring with Henry to have him and Dawn eliminated for money. And now, the tables have turned. By the time he arrives at the house, the scene before him is exactly as he expects. Blood. Everywhere. The scent of iron fills the air, thick and suffocating. The once-pristine dining area is a wreck—shattered glass on the floor, broken furniture, overturned chairs. The walls bear streaks of red, evidence of the struggle that has taken place.

she whispered as if reading my mind, she leaned too close that her smell of rot swirled into my nostrils as her breath fanned my cheek. Then she rose to her feet. “No, you don’t deserve to die, you deserve to suffer,” she added just as she took two steps away from me. My eyes widened as I tried to look at her face, my lips parted, but it was indeed too late. Her hands clasped together, her pointed long fingers soaked with blood, suddenly every move glistened with lights as the room swayed. My breath crawled to my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs, and my heart sank like a ship drowning in the stormy sea of Gordon.

Wrapping a gift with care, she hastened towards Marriane, her mind consumed by a mysterious intent. As Marriane chatted animatedly with her friends over the phone, an ominous presence engulfed her. "Who's there?" she dared to inquire, but the silence that followed only intensified her unease. Suddenly, crimson drops fell upon her forehead, an inexplicable source of blood that sent shivers down her spine. Her voice trembled with fear, but her pleas went unanswered, lost in the abyss of solitude. The blood continued its macabre descent, suffocating Marriane's senses until she succumbed to unconsciousness, the weight of her terror overwhelming.

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.

“I don’t know what I believe. But I saw Mr. Beauxdera once before we attended that dreadful concerto. He also played at Mary’s party, last April. You were with the girls in London, so I went alone.” “I remember, Lizzy.” “I didn’t tell you this before, for I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me, but . . . midway through the party Mary disappeared, and while looking for her I happened upon a room where the two of them were alone together. Benjamin . . . they . . . ” “You needn’t say more. It doesn’t surprise me at all that the man’s a deviant.” “You don’t understand. What I saw was not something that is ordinarily done. Mr. Beauxdera had fangs, and they were in poor Mary’s neck, draining her blo

I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV. I heard her complain but I unbothered sip my coffee. “Hey. Can't you see I'm watching? Gosh. You're so rude.” She said. “We were supposed to watch drama, not that.” I uttered. She glance at me with annoyance in her gaze and quickly did the opposite from what I did earlier. “That is more interesting than that. From what I heard, the girl has been bitten by vampire. You know like in dramas! It's so cool though.” She added and was going to use the remote but I snatched it from her.

Marybeth pointed out, adding quickly when she noticed the apprehension in Scarlett's eyes, "my father and Danica will be there as well. So you and Lewis don't have to feel out of place." "It's not that I'm worried about," Scarlett said as she snatched the card from the florist and read Austin's cheesy message, wishing Marybeth a happy second-week anniversary. "What's the problem?" Marybeth asked. "I mean, what will we do there? Would we have to drink blood or something?" Marybeth rolled her eyes, "they are criminals, not vampires! Why would you have to drink blood?" "Isn't that what all these secret organisations do?" "Again, they are criminals, not some secret organisation!" Marybeth lied a

“It says here her name’s Mary, but if you are the winning bidder you can call her whatever you like!” You tremble as your worst fear is confirmed. They mean to sell you at auction! Your mind races, wondering what your new owner will expect of you. “Beautiful, isn’t she? Do a little spin for us, darling.” You hesitate, partly out of defiance, but mostly because you are not yet recovered enough to think clearly. You can still feel the needle sting in your bicep where they injected you. The immediate effect of the cocktail of drugs was to render you unconscious, but the lingering effect seems to be one of ensuring your compliance, or at least suppressing resistance.