Bloody Mary Mirror Game Novels & Stories

Which, since I am a werewolf, there is no medication for. Human medication metabolizes out of our body too fast. So I am stuck using eyes that are defective and eventually make me want to slam my head into a wall in pain. There is nothing quite like the torture of knowing pain is imminent. I blink at my fuzzy reflection in the mirror with Anna standing next to me. I can see the downward tilt of blurry lips, but she says nothing. “This is going to suck.” I groan, and she chuckles. “Yes, but I got your back,” she promises, trying to calm me, but it only feeds my unease.

With that he motions for my brother and he and Wilder exit my room closing the door. I get up and walk to my bathroom pausing only to look in the bathroom mirror. I wince at the reflection. My cheeks moist from the tears, my eyes bloodshot and puffy and my curly light brown hair in a mess on my heads. I take another deep breath back away from the mirror, remove my clothes and turn on the shower letting the cold water wake me further until the water turns warm soothing my sore muscles.

I think I am hearing some noise from the house on the right"The first lady replied "Lets go to the one on the right"I instructed and they followed me.. The second lady tried to open the door but the door was locked from within..I wanted to hit the door then the first lady held my hand..I sent her angry glares "Umm..I know how to open doors with pins,I watched it in movies and I got pins here with me"The first lady explained then I watched her open the door using pins The door flung open and I sighted laura on the floor with blood hoozing from her mouth

She was looking at the men before they were glancing at each other, smirking as if she did not know how to use the daggers. “Come on, boys. Let’s dance,” she said before the men were pouncing at her. But in their jumps, they changed. It was like looking at something that was dubious as well as impossible in her life. The men were changing into wolves. Big, hairy brown wolves. They landed with their grey eyes looking at her before she was gripping the daggers tighter. Then, the wolves pounced on her as they howled. Marina sidestepped before she was slicing the daggers to the side of the wolves.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

Amy maintained a calm tone of voice while speaking firmly to the killer. “I was just curious. You don’t have to get defensive, my lovely, Asian flower.” The gunman’s voice trailed down to a growling whisper. The burly, bearded man stared across the room at Amy with ungodly thoughts seeping into his mind. “You came in here and ignored me. You won’t even tell me how you enjoyed my game. I based the game on your life experiences. I named the video game Gunmetal Mama in honor of your MMA fighting career.” The gunman showed his teeth while sneering at Amy. “I’m so flattered,” Amy spoke to the gunman through a dry tone, unleashing her sarcasm. She returned her hands to the front of her stomach whe

Until he noticed a small exchange. All of a sudden, Elijah stood up, smirking as he looked at Serena. Both subtly nodding. Malakai motioned for his own men to keep their hands on their weapons. And then......... it happened way too fast for anyone to even think. Eden felt wetness on her body. She looked down at Malakai’s white hoodie that she was wearing, seeing the crimson red liquid soaking through. She looked up at her lover before she slowly fell to the floor.

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

“Five little piggies went to market one day, Two got a lost along the way. To school the red one went, Whilst the blonde one was sent To meet with a bird of prey, But our talons helped him get away. Blood to blood, and both are well, Though you’re not here to tell. And now, not two lost piggies, but three, With the school on fire, where can you be? Mirror, mirror on the wall, We’re waiting for your call, Secret Keeper.” Even as she finished speaking, the words were fading off the black screen. “Another mirror spell,” Connery remarked. “Another?” Meguitte looked up at him in surprise. “There’s been others?”

Mary had brought with her a mug of vegetable stock and piece of bread with butter to go with it. Bathed, fed and getting her hair done. Mary tutted at the sight of the hollow of her eyes and cheeks. "It is a good thing that your young man will be here. I'm not sure how much longer you would have lasted. But, of course you father brought you the news of your young man's return." With a final pat on her shoulder, Mary turned Mira to face the mirror. When Mira saw her reflection, she gasped. She looked like someone out of a horror story. Her eyes were sunk in and were encircled with deep bruises from her lack of sleep and the hollows of her cheeks were so sunk in that just for a little bit, you