Bloody Mary Backstory Novels & Stories

"Wow! That's cool. Then you must have heard of the tale?" "Genesis' tale? Sure. My uncle narrated the tale to me yesterday. By the way, it's my second day here." I said. "Generosasis, that's her name. Welcome to our humble town, Miss Deborah?" He asked, referring to my last name. "Waters." I finished off. "You're a Waters? Of course, you're a Waters. It was your mama who married an outsider, Ella Waters neé Hathaway. She came back after a failed marriage with her daughter." He said in a very accusatory tone.

Marylin’s POV… I never thought vampires and other mystical creatures existed, until I became one myself. I was killed after a rampage in the tavern where I worked, one of the stupid drunken men, Jack, who was one of our regular customers, started a shooting spree after gunning down a man he had lost a bet to.

The smaller half would be diced and mixed into water for the whole family. What I got was just a few tiny bits, and they were always lost in the water before I could even taste them. I looked at the red fruit and wanted to say I couldn’t eat it since I was already dead. However, I didn’t say it. Mary knew. She just wanted to do it, the way I would have wanted her to. That night, Mary sat beside the urn and told many stories from my puphood. “I still remember when you were three,” she said, her voice rough like sandpaper.

Hawk said weakly. Mary appeared from around the corner of the shack with rags wet from a nearby creek. She lifted his shirt to reveal his brown abdomen. Sopping at the wound. “As long as I’m alive that collar will hold.” “Doesn’t look like that’ll be long.” Marta sneered in a voice that was clearly evil. Her eyes as dark as charcoal. Mary spun with unusual violence. “You don’t say that, Bitch!” She stalked over to Marta. My mates and I were stunned at the quiet girl’s sudden rush of violence. And that term was one, wolves rarely used.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

Mary murmured, but her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. Nyxoria stepped closer, her heart hammering in her chest. "Mary, if you truly had no choice, you should have told me. I trusted you so much. Why would you—" "I am sorry, Nyxoria," Mary cut in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had no other option… I was forced to do this to you, to betray you. If you can forgive me in your heart one day, I will be happy." Before anyone could react, Mary suddenly began choking. Blood spilled from her lips, staining her dress as her body convulsed violently. Within moments, she collapsed to the ground, completely still.

She couldn’t help but wonder how that particular pack had gotten to know who Troy was. “Stanwood?” Mary nodded with a grave look on her face. Those animals had virtually wiped out her entire clan. What killed her most was the death of her husband, the great Jackal. The love of her life. The man she’d been with for over a century. Her sunshine. She hadn’t even seen his body to give him the burial he deserved. It was time to rain hell on those wolves. “Time for revenge,” Mary said in a chilled tone.

"You want to forget all of your troubles right?" Mary could barely hear him, it looked like she was hearing his voice from a distance. No, it looked like she was floating outside of herself. But yes, she wanted to forget all of her troubles for that night, about Adonis, his parents murder and even the beautiful woman he was with. So she just let him fill up her glass once again. Suddenly, Mary noticed to other guys come around and sat close to them, each on either side of her. The guy who was with her exchanged handshakes with them, meaning that he knew them.

Busy maids scurried like silent ants, their movements a flurry of whispers and avoided eye contact. The union of Valentin and Octavian Sanguines wasn't just a wedding; it was a custom laid upon a foundation built over a century ago. For generations, the firstborn male and female of each family had been bound by an ancient tradition – to marry. It was a pact made through history, a promise etched in blood and moonlight. The Valentins and the Octavians, rumored to be descended from the fabled "First Fangs," the very first vampires to walk the earth, held a lineage as old as time itself. There is no celebration in our families more important than today.

"It kind of happened to me too, then I had to go to the hospital because I lost a lot of blood, no explanation as to how it happened whatsoever, but from then on, I can just tell if the same thing has happened to anyone else" Julian's irises widened. "Same thing happened to me." He confessed, his pitch dropping lower. "The memory is a bit hazy but I definitely remember following this guy into the bathroom, then after that, it all just kind of blurs, there was a girl too. I woke up in the woods, nothing was wrong with me, but I lost a lot of blood". Fatimah could guess who the girl was. Seth was always fond of sharing his meal with his very persuasive sister, and that was how she planned to t