Scary Stories Bloody Mary Novels & Stories

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.

He smiled, lifted the ax, and swung it straight at Alexander. He moved far too fast. Alexander's eyes flew open, and his body locked in place. Mary screamed, "No!" The ax came down. It passed straight through Alexander's body without leaving a mark. Alexander froze, then burst into wild laughter. "Hahaha! I get it now. I'm already a ghost!" Mary recovered as well, her fear melting away. She sneered, "Didn't expect that, did you? We may be dead, but we've become vengeful spirits!"

I stared bewildered at how far she was willing to drag this on. “Calm down ma'am,” Tommy said, as he made an attempt to walk towards her, my eyes were on Tommy for the moment. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I heard a loud scream, I turned around to look where the voice came from but there was Maria dropping down to the ground with blood gushing out of her throat……

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

Sara. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the scene before me. The vibrant color of blood oozing onto the white carpet sent a shiver down my spine, and the metallic scent filled the room, making me dizzy with fear. Her body lay crumpled on the once-luxurious carpet, the rich crimson of her blood seeping into its fibers. Her limbs twisted unnaturally, her face locked in a silent scream. But it was the knife—deep, jagged, and still embedded in her chest—that burned into my mind. The air left my lungs as I took a step forward. “Sara,” I whispered, the word barely audible. My heart clenched as memories of her kindness, her sacrifices, collided with the brutal reality before me.

"Dignity, girl don't play with me. I know the guy you're talking about. It's that hunk who's always coming to the cafe these days. Fuck dignity, friend, if I could get him, I'll do him anytime any day" "He's a vampire" "Wow, kinky" Gracie purred and drank her shot. "This never gets old". "I think I am done. This is disgusting" she said setting her glass down, feeling out of it when a burning tingling sensation broke out over her arm and traveled all over her skin causing her to moan out before she could stop herself.

His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him. At that moment, a very loud terrified squeal was heard from the door. I turned my head in the direction of the sound and frowned when the lady from the other night stood by the door, her face pale and wild with fear. I could see it in her eyes. Not only fear. Pain and a hint of sadness. I could not only see it, I could feel every single emotion she felt, digging right through my chest. My wolf began clawing it's way out, trying to take over. I could feel it's irritation as it fought for dominance.

Resting her head against the pillow, Maryn looked at her for an answer. "Don't you remember anything from last night?" Maryn bit her lips and tried reminiscing what might have happened last night. "I was getting chased by... by some wolves. One of... them attacked me. I... I saw blood then..." Remembering how the wolves surrounded her then attacked her, she got a shiver running down her spine. Even though she was in the room, she felt unsafe. Seeing her afraid, Kimberly held her hand and assured her, "Maryn, don't be afraid. Those rogues have been taken care of so you don't need to be worried."

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.

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.