Scary Stories Bloody Mary Novels & Stories

“Hurry, this won’t hold her for long!” Marigold runs back up the stairs, knocking on doors as she makes her way down the hall. “Code Black! CODE BLACK!” She screams, the sound of her slippers clattering behind her. Turning my attention back to Slone I gasp. Red veins spider web from the edges of her eyes, her lips are bloody and covered in blisters that have begun to fill with pus. “What the hell happened to her?” I scream at nobody in particular. “Did she get bitten by a vampire?”

The strong desire for survival made him jump around with his head covered with blood, while Mary Kinson, like a god of death, threw down the broken vase and quickly followed him. Grab his hair and press his head against the wall. With a loud crash, the man's face is full of blood, which is extremely frightening. Mary Kinson finally opened her mouth. Her fox eyes were like a sea of blood. Scarlet blood was all over her eyes. "Who asked you to do this!" Mary Kinson, who was confused by anger, had no control over his strength. The man was knocked into his head. Even if he wanted to answer a question, his face was full of blood and slid into his mouth. The thick blood smell almost made him vomit

Another voice in the dark answers me, but Mary stays quiet, "it's not my home." "What do you mean? Are you from another pack too?" I question. "No," the voice answers, "Blood Moon isn't home to anyone." Well, that's not ominous at all. Mary pipes back up, "It's not so bad. You just have to keep your head down and do as you're told. Some of the warriors are really nice." That earns a scoff from the girl in the dark. Maybe Mary isn't the brave one. "She's in enough trouble, Liza. Don't start," Mary tells the mystery girl. She ignores her and talks to me instead. "Can you really get us out? Did you really kill the Gamma and those warriors? You must be really strong."

It promotes our evolution or brings devastation upon us all. Those who practice dark art use it for power and control, for abuse, and for the pleasure they feel in causing pain and death. Just like the tragic story of Diego, Harry, and Mary. Mary was eventually served as food to the vampires and they ensured to drain her vile blood till she became a walking corpse and ended up as bones.

“One day, something terrible happened. There was a rampage at the tavern, as one of the drunken men had lost control and had caused a killing spree. They threw all sorts of things at themselves, knives, swords, daggers, and a lot of people present there were killed, including Marylin Lou. “She was taken to a priest who happened to be a newly converted vampire, for her body to be blessed before it would be buried. The priest, who found out that her heart was still beating in the mortuary, decided to convert her immediately, as she would be dead in a matter of seconds if he didn’t. He bribed the mortuary staff to lie to her family that she had been buried immediately after the blessing, and th

My heart was racing marathons and my breathing was getting deeper and quicker. I'm scared. Someone help me, please. The lights quickly flickered back open revealing this dark shadow-like person right in front of me. It was the same one I saw at the library the other day. His whole body was surrounded by dark fog waving from him. I screamed so high that I thought I broke my vocal cords. He took me by my neck and started choking me. My hands were clawing on his wrist hoping that it will somehow loosen his grip on me. It didn't. He was by far one hundred times stronger than me.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

No tale could scare the Texan girl, who had seen more horror movies, than the ones the tales told. She laughed at the myths. Until the myths started watching her. It all began with a dream. The sharp fangs in the dark, the glowing amber eyes in the trees, and hands so cold, that they burned. Then the whispers came. The feeling of being watched, and followed. The shadows that moved in places where no light touched, and her name, whispered in voices that wasn't quite human. Mary Ginger didn't know it yet, but her blood had begun to sing. She didn't know of the two oldest families in the town, but they knew about her.

It's smell was the same: metallic and pungent. Why is her blood gold? Was it her blood? Of course it is hers. Reapers don't bleed on any weapons forged in the earth. It must be hers. But why it is golden and not scarlet? She had countless cuts and wound in all her life, all over her body and she bleed scarlet red blood, not until now. The thoughts were painful as knives cracking her head. Serra found herself on the sea of horrifying eyes and faces, all locked at her and Maria. They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep.