Scary Bloody Mary Stories Novels & Stories

neo Apr 2015 werewolf thoughts at midnight there are bones between my teeth moonlight glimmering in my eyes dried blood in my nails, in my hair my head pounding (thump. thump. thump.) you know they say blood is thicker than water but that just means blood is more likely to stick in my throat coughing up family ties one by one glistening red memories, leaving only a metallic aftertaste sick nightmare fantasy of ripping open bodies im the monster in your fairytale stories lets do a bit of editing, perhaps? lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps?

All he wanted was the best for her, he never wanted that smile to leave her lips. He promised to show her the world, which he did, foolishly so. Martha was a gentle woman on the outside but deep down she was fierce, that was what called him…lured him in and also blinded him from the truth. Until that fateful morning when she threw up blood on his clothes, her entire body went limp in his arms and he could hardly hear her breathe. She was dying… That was what the doctors told him. Said she had leukemia, said it came so suddenly that they didn’t notice on time despite her going to their hospital every month for a fucking check up!

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.

Savannah's hand went rigid in mine. Rowan's eyes narrowed. "A story?" Mabel nodded once. "Yes. Old packs used to scare pups with tales of Bloodborn. Creatures that could walk like vampires but bleed like men. Things that were old enough to know wolf law and cruel enough to twist it." "And my mother believed in them?" "Not exactly." Mabel said quietly. "She found proof." "What proof?" I asked, feeling my mouth go dryer than the desert. "Bodies." Savannah inhaled sharply.

However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!" Hearing me call her that must have hit her like a hammer. She instantly lost her composure. "So it's true, you've fallen in love with money! That vixen buys you one watch, and suddenly you deny your own mother?! All these years you've eaten my food and lived under my roof, and I never charged you a cent! And now you dare ask me for money?!" The matter eventually fizzled out. However, the next day, I spotted an even more expensive smartwatch on Laura's wrist.

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.

My stomach turned with revulsion that never quite faded. "Speaking of interesting stories," Thelma said, her words slurring more noticeably now as she drained another glass. "Has anyone told the old tales yet? The really old ones, from before the manor was even built?" "Old tales?" Madison perked up immediately, leaning forward with interest. "What kind of old tales?" "The dark ones," Thelma said with relish, clearly enjoying having a fresh audience. "The bloody ones. The ones that actually happened, not fairy stories."

"What?" "Don't hurt Tara. I still need her." I hung up without explaining further. If Ethan was smart enough, he would soon find the clues I left behind. Once he did, that was when the real show would begin. Tara was stashed in an abandoned warehouse. When I arrived, Amber Shaw was there loudly hurling insults at her. She called Tara a homewrecker, a shameless tramp, and worse. Tara was tied to a chair and her pale face was flushed red. When she saw me enter, she glared daggers at me.

The smell of blood and smoke suffocated me and made me nauseous. But nothing could stop me. Then... I smelled it. Marilyn's scent. Faint... Mixed with... another scent. A familiar scent... blood. I ran. I ran with everything I had left. And when I turned the corner of one of the fallen houses... I was met with hell. A gigantic, gray, monstrous wolf. Covered in scars from ancient battles. Roaring as it bit Marilyn's neck. It dragged her along, rubbing her body on the ground as if she were nothing.

We needed the intel anyway. “So, how’d everything go?” Nathan asked, casually raising the bet. I tossed in my chips. Tomas folded with a scowl. “Man, it was a fucking shit show. The Riding Hoods rustled up some asanbosam—closest thing to real-life vampires you’ll ever see. Picture a bare-ass monkey with huge claws and bigger teeth. They turned them loose on an entire village. Killed everyone—men, women, kids. Even the pets. Drained fucking dry.”