Scary Bloody Mary Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

It wasn't over. The screen began cycling through photos and screenshots of text conversations, showing Uncle Keith's new Porsche, his wife, Aunt Linda, loading up bags at a luxury boutique, and a message from Brandon in a group chat with his friends, bragging for all of them to see. "My aunt is unreal. The money she scams out of that guy sure spends well!" The entire ballroom went dead silent. Every pair of eyes in the room turned on the Sutherlands like blades.

(Jasper's POV): I raised the back of my palm and wiped away Martha's tears. "It's okay. You don't have to cry," I told her, but she shook her head vigorously. "How can I not cry? What will happen to me now? Will I die? I have heard stories of werewolves killing humans and drinking their blood," Martha said, trembling next to me.

The next day, my body felt weightless. The stomach pain that had been driving me insane was gone. I looked down and saw a body lying on the floor with a purple and blue face, as well as white foam and dark red blood crusted at the corners of the mouth. That was me. That was Layla Lloyd, as dead as a doornail. I floated in midair, staring at my own stiff corpse. It looked almost like a stranger. Now, the girl who had always kept her head down would never have to bow to anybody again.

“Don’t,” Don’t what? Run? Say I told you so? But before I can ask, the girl’s shrill scream fills the entire house. It’s ear splitting and brain numbing. Oh shit. My question of her being a pawn or a player is answered. I never came across one of them before, but the legends are fearsome. A banshee’s scream can immobilize, permanently deafen and in some cases, kill.

She smiles big and happy. "At last, you're here," Occisor says, crossing his arms, at the entrance of the hall. Mary, still smiling, looks at Occisor. "Apparently your hunt was a big success." "Don't talk nonsense. I just didn't…" The conversation is interrupted by the loud sound that echoes from Bloodstain's belly. She feels her entire face burn. Mary now pays more attention to the girl. Her body is way too thin and she has some big scars on her shoulders.

When I found no dooming forecast scrolling across the bottom of the screen, I went back to reading my Kindle, where my paranormal story had reached a particularly gruesome pinnacle. Blood and body parts were flying liberally. So many bones had been broken in the span of the last five minutes that my own were beginning to ache in sympathy. I winced and nearly ducked for the heroine when a severed arm sailed past her head. Though, really. I couldn’t fathom why she’d followed the hero out there in the middle of the night, to begin with, when she knew exactly what he turned into during the full moon. Just because he’d told her he loved her didn’t mean he’d refrain from killing her along with eve

When she caught me looking at her, she anxiously avoided her eyes. Most of our servants are just like her. A half-human vampire, that is. From my mother's tales, they are what we called Dhampirs. Most human beings will fall shortly to death once bitten by a vampire. However, there are unique instances where they can manage to stay alive, which can happen if their body accepts the vampire's blood and becomes one with it. There are also some instances that count with these results like humans and vampires having offspring, or a witches' spell that can turn a human into a vampire.

Based on their screams, there was at least one girl and one boy. Gray continued walking forward with her eyes narrowing from trying to see in the dark. Just then, a bloodied hand appeared from the walls and attempted to brush her face but she ducked and it got the faces of those behind her instead. When she turned around, as she suspected, it was red paint on the hand which was now dirtily smeared on the guy’s face. Gray resumed walking and this time, a skeleton body appeared from the ceiling, almost hitting her but she dodged it once again and although it did not hit the people behind her, it made them fall on their backs from fright along with screams of course.