Bloody Mary Scary 소설 & 이야기

The disciple loses his life on the spot with blood covered all his body and dropped on the empty road. Amara palpitates with fright, her face goes red completely covered in sweat. She looks around and there was no trace of the truck except the bloodied corpse of the disciple but she hears the words of the vampire in her ears. "You take help from any person on earth, he meets the same end as that of the disciple." "No" Amara squeals her hands shaking with terror. She turns around and runs to her car. Passing through the dark street surrounded by the forest on either side, she finds a girl hardly around six years in a pink frock standing in the middle of the road.

I walked closer to her, shielding her with my body, so she could no longer see the horror scene in front of her. “I am sorry Моя драгоценность” I whispered into her hair as I rubbed her back trying to soothe her. “I didn’t mean to lose control, but he threatened you and I lost it.” After emptying the entirety of her stomach contents, Mary straightened up and turned towards me, her facial expression blank. “What did he mean by human mate?” She asked, her lip quivering as she tried to hold back her fear. I sighed, running my hand through my hair, before I pulled her body tightly against me, leaning my head down on hers as I hugged her, needing her near me, so I could sooth my vampire and conce

While taking a sip, she walked into our direction and sat between Jane and I. I looked at the tv again but was severely distracted by the naked legs of Tris. The buzz from the alcohol didn't help. My fingers were nearing her skin by themselves, I swear I had no control over them. “What are we watching?“ Tris asked us. I frowned at the tv. “What is this?“ I asked Jane. “Dracula. I think right now it's more of a documentary than a horror.“ Jane responded with a laugh. I grabbed a pillow next to me and threw it at Jane her head. She fell over, not expecting my attack and almost spilled her glass of Whiskey over the couch.

I tried to scream, answer her questions but she just raised her eyebrows in indifference. “ I don't want that anymore.” She said with a yawn. She pressed the tip of the glass dildo by my opening, letting me squeal as I felt the cold tip. “ Ah.” I shrank from the feeling, I bit on my lips, trying to hold my muffled scream as my fingernails pierced into Mary's scream and she let out a cry. “ Oh fuck! This bitch.” She screamed angrily, kicking me off as I fell face flat on the ground.

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.

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.

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

"Rose with thorns. This is clearly a thorny rose under the night sky. I don't know what kind of strange man in the world can conquer it!" Many people looked at the three glasses of Bloody Mary in front of Shirley Yang on the high platform. Their bones were filled with a dense chill, and their souls were even more scared. It was as though this was not Bloody Mary cocktail at all, but three cups of deadly poison. Seated on the high platform, Shirley Yang swept her gaze across the scene. She said indifferently, "Could it be that there are no challengers tonight? Could it be that all of you are cowards?"

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT “Ahhh—!” Mary’s scream tore through the mansion. Thud. Her body hit the floor heavily. Blood seeped across the white marble, spreading fast. For a moment no one moved. “Ah—ah—ah!” Screams rippled through the mansion. Claire stood frozen. Her breath hitched as she slowly turned her gaze to her trembling hand, stained with blood. Clatter. The knife slipped from her fingers. “Claire—what have you done?!”