Scary Stories Bloody Mary Novels & Stories

Marybeth pointed out, adding quickly when she noticed the apprehension in Scarlett's eyes, "my father and Danica will be there as well. So you and Lewis don't have to feel out of place." "It's not that I'm worried about," Scarlett said as she snatched the card from the florist and read Austin's cheesy message, wishing Marybeth a happy second-week anniversary. "What's the problem?" Marybeth asked. "I mean, what will we do there? Would we have to drink blood or something?" Marybeth rolled her eyes, "they are criminals, not vampires! Why would you have to drink blood?" "Isn't that what all these secret organisations do?" "Again, they are criminals, not some secret organisation!" Marybeth lied a

Anaya said. Mary let out a soft sigh and said, “My lady, with all due respect, that’s not what I meant. They blamed me for their problem because of what happens after I get scared. Out of all my phobias, the worst is my hemophobia—fear of bleeding or watching someone bleed. Every time I see blood, my head goes blank, I get dizzy, and I pass out. When I wake up, everything around me is completely destroyed. After the second incident, the witches in the city chased me and my parents away in hopes that the sun would once again return to their city. Maybe it has, maybe it hasn’t, but personally, I don’t give a sh-”

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.

she whispered as if reading my mind, she leaned too close that her smell of rot swirled into my nostrils as her breath fanned my cheek. Then she rose to her feet. “No, you don’t deserve to die, you deserve to suffer,” she added just as she took two steps away from me. My eyes widened as I tried to look at her face, my lips parted, but it was indeed too late. Her hands clasped together, her pointed long fingers soaked with blood, suddenly every move glistened with lights as the room swayed. My breath crawled to my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs, and my heart sank like a ship drowning in the stormy sea of Gordon.

My headache has faded into the background as an uncontrollable wrath overtakes me. I march outside the room, through the corridor, and down the stairs. They all look at me, and I’m not ashamed of my nakedness. They’ve all seen me during the full moon shifts. I throw the bloodied sheet from the top of the last flight of stairs. It settles neatly at their feet as I snarl. "Here’s your proof! I hope you're pleased. I, for one, am appalled. Things like this used to happen in medieval times, not now."

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

The courtyard became a sea of red, as if the very heavens themselves were bleeding. I felt a presence beside me. Alpha Kael's gaze locked onto mine. His eyes gleaming with darkness, a hidden truth. And I knew, in that moment, I was forever bound to this pack, and their mysterious, psychotic blood-soaked ritual. A young approached Mary, holding a delicate, ornate cup. Mary took it, her eyes gleaming with an intense light. She raised the cup to the sky, letting the droplets of blood fall freely into it. The cup filled quickly, overflowing with the crimson liquid.

I just watched in horror as Scarlet removed the dagger from her shoulder wiping the blood on the dagger, on her shorts. Bones began breaking and soon Skylar was replaced by a big brown Wolf. I looked at scarlet's mom who had pride in her eyes. " You've got this Scarlet you can't let her beat you.." she yelled while I just stood there helplessly tears spilling out. Scarlet was busy cleaning the blood off the dagger not even looking at her opponent who was running at her full speed baring her teeth

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

She mewled out as he slowly started to thrust into her, building her passion. Only the moment her eyes shot up to meet his, a loud and horrified scream tore through her throat as before her appeared the face of a gruesome monster. Blood-red eyes peered right back into hers, his lips revealing a set of dangerously sharp fangs. And within the following moment those razor-like fangs pierced her throat, effectively taking away her breath and consciousness... Desperately gasping for air, she shot up from her hard pillow, letting out loud coughs as she fought to regain her breath.