Scary Bloody Mary Stories Novels & Stories

Right now, Mary had clearly seen him transferring between the wolf and human forms making her heart tremble in fear. Just when Mary thought that this was it and she would not have to witness any further than this, suddenly Walter Green’s right hand started showing claws and in a split second he waved his hand from left to right passing through the human maid's neck. Blood started oozing out of the human maid's neck and she fell down on the ground with a plop. Unable to control her thoughts after getting such a big scare, coupled with her hunger Mary felt dizzy and blacked out in the next moment.

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.

They just couldn’t leave me alone could they, my demons. Squeezing my eyes shut, the recent nightmare came flooding back. Something bad had happened and I hadn’t been able to stop it. Bloom was lying in my arms. There was a hole in her belly like something had yanked our pup out of her, a pool of blood around her throat. She was dead. I shook her but there was no response. Her eyes were wide open and lifeless, and her skin was death-cold. Then I roared in anger and when I looked down again, it wasn’t Bloom anymore. It was Maria. Maria with an arrow deep in her chest like the day she died.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

“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.

She placed her right hand on the table and smiled. I smiled back, lessening the weirdness between us. What exactly were we going to tell her just for her to spill the truth? I said everything but nothing seem to work, Rue also tried her own but it didn't matter how much she emotionally blackmailed her, nothing seemed to working. She gave us and I was starting to throw in the towel also... Nothing seemed to be working, Mariam was adamant not to tell us a single thing. Her plans appeared to be working, until I noticed the flyers which was hidden in the pages of the books she was holding..

She watched the red fog close in around her, then screamed, "Help me! Please, someone help me! "Melanie Parker, you bitch! I won't forgive you, not even in death! I should have just killed you myself!" But before she could finish, the red fog engulfed her completely. The others watched the scene unfold in stunned silence. For a long while, no one dared to speak. When the fog cleared, only bloodstains and bones remained. The once-living woman was gone. "I want to go home…" Finally, one of them, unable to hold on any longer, collapsed to the floor. She sobbed uncontrollably, and just as her words trailed off, the red fog returned.

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

I barely knew how she did what she did myself, but something told me it had something to do with the copious amounts of her blood I could smell on her. "That wasn't natural, Sol," Serin said softly. I knew he was trying not to anger me. He didn't want to insult Mia, but his confusion was understandable. "Don't you remember the old stories?" "The old stories?" Sarah asked as she looked up at both of us. "Fictional stories," I stressed to both of them. "Bedtime stories our mothers would tell us." "They were cautionary tales, Sol, of half-bloods who could wipe out entire villages and kingdoms if they chose to."