Bloody Mary Scary Novels & Stories

"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.

ASTRID “What happened to her?” I whisper, my eyes frozen on the screen. Mary’s hair is usually coiffed to perfection but this time, it sticks all over the place, a few strands escaping into her eyes. Her face is half covered in blood, tears and snot. She looks… deranged. “Ms. Machiavelli, p-please forgive m-me.” She cries, trembling in fear. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. Please forgive me. P-please…”

She grabbed a fruit knife from the bedside table and lunged at me. I tensed up sharply. This scene felt eerily familiar. Last time it was in the Brown Pack’s underground garage, and now Mary was openly attacking me in front of so many people! She really must be tired of living! To avoid another embarrassing repeat, I stood still without a sound. Nick once again shielded me in his arms. He reached out and tightly grasped Mary’s arm as she tried to stab me. Mary’s knife was only inches away from piercing me. This sudden turn of events stunned the live viewers, and it took a few seconds before anyone reacted.

He was afraid that if he did, I would crumble to pieces. At that moment, Mom leaned in to look into the room. It was just one glance. Her pupils dilated instantly, and her face turned white as a sheet. "Ahh!" She screamed and collapsed to the floor, her hands flailing wildly as if trying to erase what she had just seen. "It's not possible... It's not possible… She's faking! She's just trying to scare me... "Layla, get up! Stop playing dead! Get up right now!"

But I couldn't hold it to kill Adam. "Can.. Can I see Blaze"? Callum asked him all of a sudden. Stephen saw him with wide eyes. "Aren't you already scared"? "I am. But I want to see how your ... Wolf.. looks like. I have seen your eyes flash sometimes. A bright red. That may be your Vampire side. But yesterday I saw your eyes shining yellow. And so I want to see Blaze. Can I"? He repeated his request and Stephen sighed before standing up. He undid his shirt, pants and stripped to his boxers. Callum felt a heat creeping in his body. But he managed to keep his blush away.

I questioned, shaking my head in disbelief. “Bloodsucker colors. If you had not noticed everyone would have screamed for your head to roll. There was no way we could have stopped them from killing you.” Brum said as my whole body turned cold. My eyes were wide with my skin pale. There would be no forgiving me for that, especially with my differences. They would have said I was a vampire spy. I could not believe Mary could stoop that low. Brum was too shocked himself, mouth wide open with a chill running down my body.

His intense eyes held me hostage, my brain unable to tell my limbs to move or use my voice to scream. With shock coursing through my veins and the most intense fear I have ever felt, I dropped my camera, listening as it shattered on the ground, the sound ringing in my ears. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Darick as he continued to stare at me. I could’ve sworn I saw shock cloud his eyes for a moment before they turned dark once again. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I came here expecting to find dirt on Darick and his gang, only to find out the most shocking secret of all—Darick and his group were vampires and they were feasting on a man before my eyes.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

The colour of her face was slowly going to back to normal. Serra’s heart almost stopped as she looks at her friend. Crowd of thoughts swirl on her mind like a hurricane. Their eyes met and Serra could see fear, confusion and horror on her eyes. Her cloudy mind started to clear and a realization started to solidify in her mind, clearing the whirlpool of thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat. "Badblood!" Maddy said, choking the words out. She stood up and the colors now back on her face but she's still breathing heavily. She pointed at Mira. "Badblood!" Then she ran.

"We'll still run tests." "Do that." The moment they left, Brooks and I headed straight to my office. He plugged the flash drive into an isolated laptop that wasn't connected to any network. "Ready?" he asked. "As I'll ever be." The screen flickered. Only one file appeared. VIDEO_001. Neither of us spoke, brooks clicked it. Static filled the screen and then the picture slowly became clear. It looked like security camera footage. Dark and grainy with the time stamp missing as a woman appeared on the screen, she was running barefoot and was obviously terrified. She kept looking behind her as though someone was chasing her.