Scary Mary Book Novels & Stories

It was almost palpable. ‘A good evening to you, Mary, ‘Clarissa said. ‘Is your father here?’ Mary smiled, placing her candle on the little table by the door. In the impeded light, she seemed almost feral to Clarissa, something to be feared and avoided at all costs. ‘What brings you by at this late hour?’ Mary asked. ‘Surely the gossips in this devil’s den of a village, must have carried the tidings to you?’ Clarissa felt her blood run cold. There was something about Mary’s demeanor which told her that what she feared was indeed true. Mary looked like a predator that just feasted on her prey.

That depends upon the risk factor that you want to take because reading this book is not at all good and I would better suggest you to just let it go off and just burn it down because if you try to unravel the mystery of this book then it might try to save itself in process of which it can even harm or can even take your life which won't be good for you”, she explains the answer of my question And shortly after the conversation with her again I decided to come back to Brazil as it was the only place where I could bring all my actions into reality, so I came back to Brazil as early as possible after collecting every information of this book which was still a mystery and I decided finally to u

"You stupid bitch!" In that horrifying moment, stark terror squeezed my heart as the full, nightmarish reality slammed into me. This was no prank, no misunderstanding. Mary was a cold-blooded killer, and I was his intended victim. As his cruel laughter echoed all around, I realized with sickening certainty that I was well and truly alone in this secluded wilderness... with a murderer.

"He....he....the man...." Confused, I see her eyes closing and I pat her face. "Vivian hey? Open your eyes." Fuc** I curse when I see her almost unconscious. Her body going limp in my arms. Holding her to my chest, I adjust her to only feel something wet my arm. I have never felt so afraid before. My shirt sleeve. It was all red with her blood. And that's when I pull her to me and look behind her head. Sh** It has wounded, like someone banged it against a wall.

With that, they start leaving, footsteps retreating. I stay in there, counting under my breath. I'm scared. I'm so scared. Sweat trickles down my face due to how suffocating inside here is. I place my hand on the button Walter told me about and I press on it. The bookshelf shifts to the side, and I step out. The moment I do, I find everything in total disarray. The furnitures are upside down, glasses everywhere, blood stains on the floor. Walter is still lying where he fell, Mary's hand is stretched towards him as though she had been trying to reach him even in her last breath.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

The dust in the air clearing and holey shit. The once calm atmosphere was now catastrophic our guests a mix of panic and lifeless body parts. A once extravagant dining table blown into millions of pieces, Blood, screams, fear. My eyes landing on a lifeless body pinned to the floor by a large splinter of wood through the mans chest, that man was Lorenzo. I see Death. This can’t be, this cannot be. Maria’s pov- I felt pain in my head, my skin was stinging. I looked down at myself, my arms and hands covered in miniature slices. My fingers instinctively going to my face, gliding over the stinging skin. I don’t understand, what was happening.

She felt a deep pain in her whole body as she tried to fight her sense to keep herself awake when she looked up at the evil little sister, it went all blurry and she heard her one sentence with a laugh, “I made it strong so that the effect will take fast and here you are. You are going down….” In a sudden fall, Mary was thrown to the floor like a raged doll and she in instead fainted due to that added water. Sen checked her breathing from her nose and sighed, “Phew she isn’t dead now I must call my friend and give away the news. She will be excited just like how I am bursting in cheers.” She stood up gazing down as she enjoyed looking at the lifeless Mary fainted on the floor as her long hai

I step closer to Mary, voice low. “Where is she?” Mary studies us , three battered Lycans, desperate, shaking, barely holding our wolves back. “…I will take you to her,” she finally says, “but if any one of you starts another fight, I swear to the Goddess I will sedate all three of you like puppies.” We all nod. We don’t dare argue. Mary turns and leads us through the packhouse doors. My heartbeat is thunder. Every breath a burn. Every step closer to her feels like I’m being pulled by a chain hooked into my chest.

Goosebumps of pleasure and anticipation had appeared all over my skin and my forehead was glowing with sweat that had started building just from the thoughts. Darius was going to be the end of me… “Are you okay?” Mary asked raising her palm to my head. “I am so sorry, I know how you feel. But there is nothing I can do about it…” she trailed in a broken voice. The poor girl seemed to be genuinely concerned for me. She probably thought I was scared and worried to death. What she didn’t know was that I was scared to death of what my body wanted. –It was craving for a monster I should be running from.