Creepypasta Bloody Mary Novels & Stories

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.

“It keeps the ghosts away.” Downstairs, the inn filled with the low rumble of conversation. When they went to eat, eyes followed them—some curious, some fearful, most unreadable. News had clearly outrun them. Whispers curled through the room like smoke: the witch of the Black Moon, the swordsman who bled for her, the ones who closed the sky. A young boy darted forward and set two bowls of stew on their table. “Innkeeper says this one’s on the house,” he said quickly, then added, “for saving the dawn.” He fled before they could answer.

DAMON POV I got up from my bed very fustrated that I kept thinking about that little white furry witch. I hated the fact that she took free space in my head and I literally wanted to cut her out ... I decided to walk out of my room and I sensed my mom cooking and yeah guess what she was making , a blood pudding . yes blood pudding is a food that only vampires eat so that was what my mom was making and I don’t really know the ingredients to the blood pudding ,all I knew was that the pudding was made out of blood .

5 : "Bloody Mary" Bloody Mary 5 We begin to walk inside the room and obviously my eyes were everywhere while my heart was thumping against my chest, I mean come on its one room with Gage Stockholm for goodness sake! But I think the room temperature is making me even more nervous. It's freezing here or I'm just literally wet and naked that's why it's cold. "We're going to share a room?" I ask.

If it happens that I was not in this hilarious situation with him, I would probably laugh. “That is a letter from your Matertera Matilda, signed in her own blood. See for yourself.” He even emphasized the word “signed” to state his point. My gaze dropped to the paper lying on the table, the blood signature he was talking about was really there, and it reeked just the smell of Matertera’s blood. Slowly, I reached for it and glanced at Amadeus still sitting prettily with all his fingers crossed at the bottom of his chin, wearing a fake smile. He is getting really impatient, huh.

"Paul, what's wrong?" He pointed at Julie. "Look at her." I turned Julie to me. Her normally blues eyes had turned golden. ~*~ In Poland, among the ruins of tens of dead werewolves, I drank the last of Monica's lifeblood, opened my vein, and poured my blood down her dying throat. I stayed with her as we went back to the safe house. Mara and Karen screamed hysterically when they saw her dead body. I wanted to join them but knew that she would return to us.

Few minutes later. They all made it to Ryan's Party. Everything was running smoothly, and people were having a goodnight. Hey Babe am going outside for some fresh air Mary told 💬 Michael. Michael pecked his girl on cheeks, and she stepped outside. As Mary was just strolling on the street to get a little sober, And then the unexpected happened before her 👀 eyes; 🤔thinking it was a watermelon someone just dropped on the ground. As she came a little bit closer to see it clearer, and then saw something horrible😱 that she nearly fainted.