Scary Stories Bloody Mary Novels & Stories

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

“Disgusting,” “Are you alright?” Gabriel asks. Marcel turns his eyes to the twins at the altar and shifts his gaze to Mary. The witch John brought to counter Dracula's spell. He stares at the two moons as they are halfway through their separation. He runs over to Mary, killing a vampire on his way. Mary's eyes flicker as she chants her spell, clueless to his presence. His breath brushes her neck and his fangs pierce through her skin. He sucks hard on her neck and blood waters his tongue.

but she was sure she had heard two very different howls ringing out into the night. Suddenly the door was ripped off its hinges, the furniture behind it tossed away by the beast that now stood before them, blood dripping from its jaws. Mary fainted, but Crimson just gazed in wide-eyed, silent terror. Yet as it went to pounce forwards, another dark shape appeared from behind it, grabbing the other creature in its claws and dragging it to the ground.

My composure was quite unreal and alarming. "For the last time, Mary, I don't know what you're talking about," I said firmly. She stood from the bed and approached the table in the far corner. She did silently, which started to creep me out. "I was told stories about creatures of the night by my mum when I was little," she began." Creatures with impossible abilities which lusted for blood."

“You don’t understand. What I saw was not something that is ordinarily done. Mr. Beauxdera had fangs, and they were in poor Mary’s neck, draining her blood. He had fangs, Ben!” A lump formed in my throat. It couldn’t be. Of course I’d heard of vampires; I’d even read some of the penny dreadful Varney the Vampire. But never had I believed them to be real. And how could Mr. Beauxdera, of all people, be one?

The Blood Mistress is the one whose hair is the color of autumn and she sees the world through color brown—through russet eyes. And since both of them—Maebh and Romaine—possessed those, the two of them are the enemies that she had been looking for. Her enemy had been on her side all along, and had been close to her ever since she had known this world—the world where the creatures of the night lurk. The so-called Romaine Eastwood is Mary Bathory, the former Blood Mistress before she passed the title to her daughter. The blood of being the Blood Mistress still ran in her veins though, nevertheless the fact that she already passed her title.

Mary went out & got a lighter as the guards cruelly held him down as he screams in fear. Mary came back with a lighter. Bob cries out "Mary, why do you have that? What's that for? A- A ritual or something?" Mary slowly SET FIRE TO BOB'S SCALP AND THEN DROVE HER FIST INTO HIS ARMPIT like lightning. Mary left the scene saying "Put his head out, girls." Then The women pulled him to a pool outside & dropped him into it. They just... Cruelly threw him in. Both guards were picked due to being psychopathic.

“Martini? Vodka on the rocks?” I pull out my silencer and Jonas’ eye go wide as saucers. His petrified gaze shifts rapidly back and forth between the gun and my face. “Bloody Mary,” I tell him and shoot at his dick. A deep shade of red blossoms like a flower and spreads through his robe, changing it to a deep maroon colour and Jonas slumps onto the ground. Blood splatters on the brunette too and she screams, running away faster than you can say ‘bye’ while the tall lean man stands frozen like a statue.

Bloody Mary Mary knew that the bodies had been stacking up as a lazy tech pushed it toward the elevator. She could tell by the look of indifference on his face where he was going. The sound of popping gum echoed the hallway as she walked unnoticed as she headed toward the stairs. Stopping at the morgue door and with a shiver, Mary slid through the door quietly and stood in the shadows waiting for the drop off the dead body.

Her words ended in a nasty gurgling sound in her throat. “Mary, stop it.” The third woman screamed as the two men rushed to Sally’s side. “We’re only five for goodness sake. We need each other…” She shook Mary. Mary let out a deep breath, instantly releasing Sally from whatever hold she had on her. The warlock wheezed as she drew in a much-needed breath and spat out blood. “Don’t ever talk about my boy like that,” Mary said quietly. *