Creepypasta Bloody Mary Novels & Stories

Even though his flesh was all dried and discoloured from his days of being a rotten corpse, he had an inviting smile and friendly eyes. "Thank you, but my friends and I will not be eating or drinking anything else from this place, no offence." "What the hell is this?" Dimitri flew over one of the tall glasses of Bloody Marys. "It smells like - blood and flesh," he amused as he peered down in the cup some more. "Fucking hell!" He exclaimed. "Is that a nipple I see floating around in there?" "Yes. Do you prefer your Bloody Marys without nipples?" The bartender asked before he stuck his puss infested fingers into the drink and fished out the nipple.

Alexander said before setting a glass in front of her and pouring the ‘orange juice' into it until it reached its brim. “Here, taste it,” Rain looked down at the glass, then back up at Alexander and then the rest of the table. They were all looking at her eagerly like they couldn’t wait to see what reaction she would have after tasting the creepy drink. “Sure, I don’t feel like I’m being coerced into drinking poison at all,” Rain said sarcastically as she carried the glass, brought it to her lips and took a large gulp while chanting the words ‘fuck it!’ in her head.

Yang Xiao stared at the lady in red and said indifferently. Bloody Mary, the name of the cocktail. This cocktail was mixed with vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, andqin roots. The bright red Persian juice looked like blood, so it was named after it. ‘Blood Mary’ was the name of a ghost, and it originated from a legend. This wine was very popular in underground pubs, and it was also known as ‘Wine-so-drunk’.

They all stopped meowing at once. The place that was filled with hellish crying earlier suddenly became dead silent. The huge contrast was tough to get used to. “Did… Did something come out from the blood pool?” Maya asked with a tone of uncertainty. Alex nodded. “Yes!” “Is there really something? What is it?” Anna asked. “It’s a female ghost! I thought Mr. Hanson was a more humane member of the Blood Cult who only used cat blood but not human blood. It seems like I overestimated him. Quite a number of people had died in this blood pool!” Alex said.

Megan had her mouth opened and fear radiating from her pores. Why would they have to drink vampire blood? *Babayigha ; Boogeyman

This time, I’ll make sure things go my way. Sitting in the bar across the seat from City Center, I move around eggs on a plate that I only ordered so that it doesn't look like I was drinking vodka for breakfast. Stirring the Bloody Mary, I imagine its tomato juice is a red substance much more satisfying to sample. I can almost taste Apple's blood on my tongue as I take another sip of my drink. "Luna," a mousy-looking she-wolf drops to her knees beside my table, drawing the attention of the table next to me. "I'm sorry I am late I..."

The stench of blubber and blood clung to everything, sharp and metallic, like a butcher’s knife left to rust. Mara shoved a clay cup into my hands, her scarred lips curled in a challenge. “Drink. You’ll need your strength.” The liquid inside was black, thick as congealed blood. It reeked of burnt herbs and rot. I hesitated, the cup freezing against my palms. Vorath stirred, its voice a serpent’s hiss. Danger. Poison. “Afraid?” Mara raised an eyebrow. “Of you?” I snorted. “You’re not that interesting.”

"What's good?" "What is a Bloody Mary mocktail?" Amanda asked, her nose wrinkled in disgust. "It's a Bloody Mary just without the actual blood," Saerus said as he pointed to another drink on the menu. "These are the drinks more appealing to non-vampires." "Hi! My name is Melody and I'll be your server tonight, what can I get you to drink?" A chipper voice sounded next to the table and Ellie looked up with a smile. The girl had long brown hair, her eyes glowing.

Before the last person could finish, he was suddenly struck by a rock and fell off the twelfth floor of the building! "Not bad, kiddo! Come on, let me test your strength!" A long-haired woman leapt off the second floor, catwalking devilishly toward Frank as she brandished a butterfly knife. "You're out of luck, boy!" Someone catcalled from above. "That's Bloody Mary—not the cocktail, but a phantom who can engage hundreds effortlessly!" "That's an exaggeration. Should I lose against you, kid, do go easy!" Bloody Mary curtseyed at Frank, leaping toward him as she bowed, stabbing her butterfly knife at his throat.

And the dining hall erupted in laughter. "Oh my god. Callum. What do I do with youuu". Stephen was laughing and Callum facepalmed. He called for trouble himself. ************* They were in their office. Free from today's schedule. Saint had prepared different glasses of blood. Callum sniffed all. They all had a faint whiff of Stephen blood. They all were enjoying their drinks, looking for the reaction. Callum took each glass. One by one. He would sniff and then take a sip.. He would cut down the taste with water. Then another. Finally he picked one. He took one sip and another and another. His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips.