Creepypasta Bloody Mary Novels & Stories

He said nothing, his irritation was already evident to me as he shifted his gaze around the room. “Aryan! Didn’t expect to see you there!” Just then, a man approached us, and Aryan subtly positioned himself to block the stranger's view of me. “I had some business to attend.” Their conversation flowed, but I paid little attention. The real excitement was in the drinks that had just arrived. The Bloody Mary drink was a sight to behold – vibrant red with a rim of salt and a stalk of celery sticking out.

Crap, I was bleeding, my wrist was bleeding and it was hurting like hell. My head was throbbing bad as if someone was hitting me on my skull with a hammer ... I was still struggling to free myself from this bloody rope when I heard some footsteps coming closer and closer..... I gulped down the thick lump of saliva that was formed with fear , I flinched badly when those footsteps stopped near me and an evil , crazy laugh filled my surroundings..... it felt like a psychopath laughing at my mistable state.... "well well well, look who we have hear.... Marilyn Smith, you had made me wait for so long , finally I got you "

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”

A faint metallic scent began to linger—blood. An unfamiliar scene lay before their eyes. The men’s bodies were scattered around the room, motionless and silent. Some were in unnatural positions, with limbs twisted at impossible angles, while others lay more still, blood flowing from their noses or mouths. This was more than enough to show that they were not merely unconscious—some of them were dead. The once neat apartment had descended into chaos. The table had been pushed aside, the chairs had been overturned, and the door—now nothing more than a memory—lay toppled against one of the walls.

she moaned my name, her body beginning to shake, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers. I bit down hard, sinking my fangs deep into the pulse of her throat, piercing the skin with a sharp sting. Warm blood flooded my mouth, rich and intoxicating, her life force pulsing against my tongue. I took several long, greedy gulps, swallowing the metallic sweetness. The taste of her blood was the tipping point. Her pussy convulsed violently around my fingers, walls milking them as she climaxed, her juices gushing out, soaking my hand and the bench beneath her. Waves of pleasure ripped through her, her cries muffled against my shoulder, her body arching and shuddering.

Harsh white light flooded the room, leaving me momentarily blinded. "Ah fuck! Bitch give a warning before you do that!" I trained my eyes on her, my roommate as she finally sat on her bed. She was the exact opposite of me, in every sense. Her jet back hair was thrown up in two messy buns, with a few strands framing her face. She had make up on, and even her make up was a mess, her cherry red lipstick was smeared and her mascara was all...she was a mess, I have no idea how else to put it. A quick glance at my clock showed me it was a little past midnight, and it looked to me like she was from somewhere, no one stayed in school till after midnight and comes back looking so disheveled.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Mr. Jeffers, I promise you this is real. I've done the research, and what I find most intriguing is Darick 'The Bloodthirsty’, leader of The Brooklyn Blood Brothers, has done some horrible things that’ll surely make the front page,” I explained, trying to keep my voice even. "Such as…?" Mr. Jeffers waved his hand, motioning for me to continue. "Rumor has it that he leaves gruesome bite marks on the neck of his victims," I whispered, hoping the suspense would win Mr. Jeffers over. “Vampiristic marks.”

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

"Come on, Marina, you need to drink this." My mouth opened and the blood poured in. I gagged at the cold awful taste but the beast in me happily swallowed every drop. Hour after hour the routine remained the same. The bandages are changed and the glasses of blood were swallowed till the last hour when I refused to drink another drop of the disgusting glasses of blood. "Marina, this is your last glass and then you can sleep." Rose whispered, not wanting to wake Chad or Levi who were asleep on the floor against the far wall.

"He can also hear my voice inside my heart." "Is he really a vampire?" asked Leora curiously. Every scene she remembered instantly. "That's right, none of that could have been done by an ordinary human being," Leora said softly. Leora lay herself on the bed while continuing to think about Elmer. A mysterious fierce man. That's the nickname Leora gave him now. Finally, Leora fell asleep. Because she thought too much about Elmer, she dreamed about that guy! ***